"No more! We can't go any further!" Feng Wuji conveyed with divine sense, "It's pitch-black, I can't see anything. We have to rely solely on divine sense to navigate and search, it's too awkward. Moreover, the seawater is getting thicker and thicker, almost turning into sticky porridge, the resistance is too great, it severely affects our movement. Lastly, there's the pressure of the seawater, I feel as if I'm being crushed by hundreds of mountains, with a stifling chest, a swelling head, and limp limbs. It's too uncomfortable… If we keep chasing, I definitely won't be able to hold on…"
"I can't go on either," Li Wentian said, his face pale as paper, hunched over, with drooping eyelids, looking extremely weak, "You go ahead and chase if you want, but I won't." If he could, he would very much like to lie down and sleep for three days and nights! He was truly too tired!
"It's mainly because we can't bear to part with the dragon corpse…"
