Li Yun felt as though he were falling through an endless abyss. There was no ground, no skyand no clear sense of direction, only the feeling of falling. The spatial suction had dragged him into the passage, and then the world seemed to drop away beneath him as his body kept accelerating.
The other human cultivators were falling around him, and the speed grew more and more terrifying, with the wind screaming past their bodies.
Some of the weaker cultivators began losing control almost at once.
"Aaah!"
A scream rang out as one person's body could no longer withstand the pressure, and his flesh burst apart in midair with a bang, scattering blood into the darkness. Then another cultivator screamed, and another body shattered with a boom.
The gray-robed old man's expression turned grave, and the heavyset middle-aged man gritted his teeth. Everyone circulated as much cultivation as they could to protect themselves, while Li Yun relied mostly on his physical body.
