The Desolate Beast Lair.
Ye Wudao's body, like a sharp sword, dropped from the sky and plunged straight into the endless abyss.
The Blade Crazed, Liu Kuangsheng, and others followed closely behind.
Twenty meters!
Fifty meters!
One hundred meters!
"Young master, at this height, we'll die if we fall!" Blade Crazed's complexion changed.
The limit they could handle was about one hundred meters!
For those slightly weaker like Lei Hu and Xiong Fei, seventy or eighty meters were their limit!
Ye Wudao didn't dare to take risks either and was the first to place his blade against the wall, reducing speed through friction.
Everyone hurriedly followed suit!
Accompanied by a burst of "crackling" sparks, the sound of weapons rubbing against the wall, everyone's descent slowed down thanks to their weapons.
Two hundred meters!
Five hundred meters!
"Damn, how deep is this Desolate Beast Lair exactly?" Lei Hu couldn't help but say.
