Even though at this moment Ye Feng had no confidence in reaching the palace's location within the span of ten breaths, he still had no other choice.
Even if he couldn't make it, he had to do his utmost to attempt it. Only by trying hard did he hold a sliver of possible hope.
In an instant, he unleashed all of his cultivation power, charging forward with Green firmly in tow.
The speed was swift, but no matter how fast, there was still a considerable gap between them and the three golden mist beast shadows pursuing from behind.
Although there remained a certain distance between them, the intense killing intent from behind made Ye Feng's body feel immensely cold.
Beside him, Green was trembling uncontrollably, the icy sensation spreading throughout his body, turning him rigid.
This stiffness was not only in his body but also in the spiritual power and blood within him.
Just as this stiffness emerged, Green realized that the vitality within him was beginning to drain away.
