As he delved deeper, the aura emanating from the Taoist Tool grew increasingly formidable, nearly causing Chu Feng to spew blood under its pressure!
He could hardly move forward!
But he was still about five meters away from the rack holding the Taoist Tool.
Keep going... keep going!
He grunted and took another step forward; as his shoe hit the ground, his body swayed heavily, almost toppling him to the ground.
Meanwhile, Zheng Bo's face had turned as red as a liver behind him.
Disheartened, he saw Chu Feng increase the distance between them by about two meters.
To him, these two meters were a chasm!
This was actually his closest approach to the Taoist Tool ever.
Being a Martial Artist at the Everlasting Middle Stage, who had cultivated twenty acupoints, he usually couldn't withstand being ten meters from the Taoist Tool and was forced to retreat.
