Song Yan seemed calm, but was actually crazed.
On one hand, he was frantically wrestling with the Tiger Emperor, while on the other, he was calmly observing the distance.
One was the Demon Monk, the other was the entrance and exit of the Secret Realm.
He could feel that if he got one more pearl, he could freely open the entrance and exit of the Secret Realm and leave.
That pearl was the fourth one, and it was the last one he intended to refine.
He's not greedy!
Refine it and then leave!
Only after refining can he leave!
The flow of time seemed to have slowed down to the extreme.
Everyone was struggling desperately, racing against time, yet it was inexplicably so quiet.
He didn't know how long it had been, maybe just a few breaths, maybe several incense sticks' time had passed, Song Yan was drenched in sweat, his whole body tense, seemingly in control, but in reality, he was extremely nervous, feeling as if he was being roasted on the fires of hell.
