The five Immovable Golden Bells held up for less than ten minutes before they shattered like bubbles, forcing everyone to flee for their lives again as soon as they had slightly recovered.
However, this time, after running for about thirty li, Wei Cheng had no choice but to stop — not because they couldn't hold on, but because their way forward was blocked.
A stronghold of alien demons lurked twenty li ahead. Remarkably, it was precisely one hundred li from the last stronghold. Undoubtedly, to truly escape the poison circle, they had to break through this stronghold or else they had to detour.
But probably it was too late, the fourth wave of Shadow Demon Curse was about to burst, and they had to boost their condition first.
"Mr. Wei, if we can't hold on, you have to abandon us, and prioritize preserving vital forces," said Liu Sui from inside the Immovable Golden Bell, whose face was pale and decayed aura seeping from his body. The situation now was quite explicit.
