"A powerful being is quickly approaching with an astonishing oppressive presence, most likely, it's an Immortal Lord."
Lu Yan said.
"It's probable that a few more Immortal Lords have broken free. Their haste to kill suggests fear, fear that you might advance, or perhaps, fear that I might recover."
Lin Yan said.
"Unfortunately, I haven't advanced yet."
Lu Yan sighed, clenched his fists tightly, somewhat resentful.
He was constrained by time.
His cultivation under extreme conditions progresses at a very fast rate.
If given more time, he would surely advance.
Unfortunately, his time was cut short.
To advance to the fifth rotation of Primordial Spirit, how easy could it be? Even if Lu Yan cultivates with all his might, it wouldn't be possible within these mere twenty days.
"Lu Yan, are you scared?"
Lin Yan suddenly asked.
"There are some things that, even though they scare you, there's no way to retreat from, you simply must face them."
Lu Yan responded.
