"Stand firm."
Zuo Lingyun only glanced at the crowd before manipulating the barrier and rushing into the vortex.
Hiss hiss hiss...
As soon as Ye Xuan and the others entered the vortex, black serpents suddenly shot towards them, frantically gnawing at the perimeter of the barrier, but each attack was repelled by the barrier.
The deeper they went, the more powerful the black serpents became, and the assaults grew fiercer. Over time, the barrier began to shake incessantly, and tiny cracks appeared.
"The barrier can't hold much longer."
With the appearance of cracks, wisps of black smoke also seeped in. Several disciples from the Heavenly Martial Holy Land inhaled the black fog and their expressions turned fierce, clearly disoriented.
"Hold your breath, don't inhale this black smoke."
Ye Xuan warned the crowd that the black smoke carried an astonishing evil aura. If they inhaled too much, they feared they might lose their senses before even reaching the destination.
