Feng Li had no idea how long they flew through the air. At times, it felt like mere minutes slipped by, and at others, it felt like days. The internal clock he prided himself on having held little advantage, given the warping environment around them.
Sweat clung to him in thick coils. Mind, heart, and body maintained absolute focus. Every breath carried an existential weight his mind didn't want to describe. Yet even then, Senior Gao Bojing's impeccable grace kept them moving. At times, when the behemoths down below swung with all their might, spreading thick cracks along the barrier, he flinched, drawing the blade at his waist. Lu Yang's calming voice pulled him through those moments, and he felt grateful for it.
