Countless roots around were visibly withering at a noticeable speed.
Xue Jing took a step forward, walking toward the black-robed woman bound into a bundle by the Shadowflame Steel Barrier, the black semi-transparent giant wrapped around his body slowly dissipated into shadow flames as he advanced.
The name was Nagu... some sort of plant that was gradually withering, no longer absorbing oxygen, and the thin oxygen density around was immediately replenished by the outside world, becoming abundant again.
Xue Jing took a deep breath and then exhaled slowly, feeling his body revitalizing, and whispered, "Fortunately, I won."
The situation was quite dire this time.
He had indeed never really considered, someday facing a situation where oxygen was limited and he couldn't use his power.
"Even if the martial arts sect you practice is all-powerful, it cannot escape the framework of the system and cannot rid itself of the limitations of martial arts itself," he reflected.
