The Primordial Power Storm was coming fiercely, and Ye Lingyue was about to be swept into it.
If she were sucked into the center of the storm, she would surely die.
Ye Lingyue bit her silver teeth, and the Corrosive Soul Chain burst out at the critical moment.
With a thud, several chains of the Corrosive Soul Chain stabbed into the Ancient Teleportation Array, sending stone chips splattering across Ye Lingyue's face. But she couldn't care less, only using the Corrosive Soul Chain to keep her body from being sucked in.
Ye Lingyue had heard that the more powerful a storm was, the shorter its duration; she just had to endure the storm's fiercest moments to survive.
The storm and the Corrosive Soul Chain were like a tug of war, pulling and struggling.
Ye Lingyue's hands tightly gripped the Soul Chain.
It was unclear how long had passed, but the storm behind slowly receded.
