"Ha...huff...ha...huff..."
Lin Yi felt his body was reaching its limit, he could no longer advance even a single step further in this collapsing layer.
He gasped continuously, his whole body drenched with sweat, and beads of sweat on his forehead fell like raindrops.
"Come on, Lin Yi... keep going! Don't stop..."
But soon, the voice of the Heretical Choir mixed with the howling wind and rain drowned out his murmurs.
"I Avgr...uNnen av..." Lin Yi's lips unconsciously began to murmur such syllables. The light in his eyes faded, but soon a golden flame reignited within his pupils; he shook his head, "No...I can't give up..."
"fanTome..."
"No..."
"Huff...huff..."
He dragged the Wei Liang version of the plow like an ox plowing the field, struggling forward with the light in his eyes flickering on and off. From his perspective, the whole world shook and was nearly collapsing.
"Uh...ah—ah! Ah! Ah!!"
