The Ebony king had failed to continue flying a long way down and was pulled up by the multiple Saints around him. With a cultivation base in the Saint Soul realm, he had stopped being able to fly long before Alex did.
The few other saints had failed before Alex too, and only 3 could continue flying beyond the 17-kilometer point, 2 of them being his elders.
"What exactly is going on?" Alex asked once they were all standing on solid, albeit slanted ground. The air here was thin, almost nonexistent and breathing was hard, although not hard for a cultivator.
They were strong enough to last hours without breath so long as they had Qi to keep their body moving. Some cultivators were said to go on for days, but it needed practice.
"This is the most we can fly," the Ebony King said as a matter of fact, but Alex failed to see the point the man was trying to make.
