Fang Hao leaned against the cold cave wall, gasping for air. His legs felt as heavy as lead, and every step was an ordeal. This trip to the "Blood Fiend Purgatory" had nearly shattered his bones, and his spiritual energy was completely drained, leaving him even more depleted than when he had fought for his life against Willow Follow Wind.
However, he didn't dare to stop for even a moment. This bizarre place was far too sinister; who could predict when that mysterious netherworld pearl might go into another frenzy and send him back to that spot to complete some so-called "task"?
Thus, he could only grit his teeth and struggle forward along the path he had come. Every step felt heavy and laborious, as if he weren't treading on solid ground but on a fleeting, ethereal mist.
