His right hand, trampled on, was gradually losing sensation under the pain, and perhaps in the next second, Qian Cangyi would be unable to support his own body anymore.
He was already exhausted.
Was this not the Nameless Daoist being enshrined on the stage?
Doubt ensnared his mind, although his body was nearing its limits, his thoughts didn't plunge into chaos.
Time quickly drained away, and Qian Cangyi felt as though he had vaguely discovered something.
Perhaps the possibility of survival lay within himself.
No, more accurately, it was within the body of Zhang Zaiqu.
His right hand was too weak to support his whole body anymore, knowing that it would eventually give out, Qian Cangyi didn't continue to endure and instead mustered the last remnants of his strength to twist his body around.
In this way, when he fell to the ground, he would not land on his back.
Thump!
The speed of falling was swift, far surpassing the speed of climbing.
