Zhao Hai nodded and sped up the blood shuttle, trying to pass through the light wall as quickly as possible. However, the blood shuttle was being dragged by the twisting force.
However, Zhao Hai did not stop. He continued to advance bit by bit. Zhao Hai had never felt time pass so slowly before. It was as if he was moving forward inch by inch.
One hour passed, two hours passed, three hours passed ... After ten hours, Zhao Hai's forehead was covered in sweat. He didn't expect to spend so much time in the wall of light. He felt that his spiritual power couldn't keep up. Zhao Hai knew that if his spiritual power was exhausted, the blood-red staff might stop moving. At that time, even if the blood-red staff wasn't crushed by the wall of light, without the support of his spiritual power, the blood-red staff would stop moving. They would also be swept to other places by the wall of light, and no one knew what would happen in the end.
