Time was up.
The anticipated rapid loss of life force did not occur. Tang Xian clearly remembered when he had arrived at the mine.
His brows furrowed slightly, the absence of the so-called seven-day certain death was naturally a good thing.
But why would the textbook lie?
Seeing is believing, personal experiences tell the truth.
Tang Xian had come across similar cases in books, and everyone had only read about them, none daring to test it for themselves.
He thought this ordeal would end meaninglessly, and he was ready to take out his diary to jot down some notes.
But suddenly, Tang Xian felt his heart violently thump!
It was as if a traveler known for light footsteps had suddenly stomped heavily on the ground.
In an instant, Tang Xian's eyes filled with bloodshot veins, turning frighteningly red in a very short time.
He looked anguished, his breathing became rapid.
