"Haha, heaven truly has eyes! Chu Feng, oh Chu Feng — it seems even the heavens don't want you to use that demonic weapon."
At that moment, Chu Youyuan burst into hearty laughter. In all the time Chu Feng had spent with him, this was the first time he had ever seen Chu Youyuan laugh so joyfully.
He was about to break free, and for a Venerable, that was cause for great celebration.
It was easy enough to understand. Chu Feng wanted revenge, and Chu Youyuan was no different.
As long as they escaped this place, vengeance would follow.
"Chu Feng, get ready. I'm about to make my move!" Chu Youyuan suddenly bellowed.
"Senior, please focus on your task. I've long been prepared — I won't slow you down." Chu Feng moved behind Chu Youyuan and gripped the back of his robe tightly.
Following the undercurrents within the spatial tunnel, Chu Youyuan finally drew close to the spatial rift. His hands cut through the void like blades, thrusting precisely into the crack in space.
"Nnnggh—!"
The next instant, a furious roar tore from Chu Youyuan's throat.
At the same time, powerful streams of Venerable-level martial force surged from his body, pouring outward in relentless waves.
His strong arms bulged with veins standing out against the skin, and Chu Youyuan was determined to use those hands to physically tear open an opening in the spatial rift.
Only by ripping open a gap could he and Chu Feng pass through it and escape the spatial tunnel.
Crack—
Crack—
As Chu Youyuan's power intensified, the rift grew wider and wider — it truly seemed on the verge of being torn apart.
But while Chu Youyuan labored to rend the spatial rift, Chu Feng was enduring an immense onslaught.
The force of the undercurrent was simply too powerful. The only reason the two of them hadn't been swept further along was that Chu Youyuan had seized the edge of the rift with his hands.
Yet the undercurrent continued to batter them relentlessly.
For Chu Youyuan, it was manageable — he was a second-tier Venerable, and while gripping the spatial rift, he could still withstand the current's force.
But Chu Feng could not. He was merely a fourth-tier Heavenly Immortal, and with his strength, it was extremely difficult to bear the crushing pressure of the undercurrent.
Most critically, this force was something no treasure or technique could block — one could only endure it through sheer personal ability.
Therefore, Chu Youyuan could not shield Chu Feng. Right now, Chu Feng had no choice but to withstand the undercurrent's impact on his own.
At that moment, Chu Feng could barely spare a thought for how far Chu Youyuan had managed to tear open the rift.
It felt as though his physical body was on the verge of crumbling apart, his soul about to explode — as if he could die at any second.
Chu Feng's vision gradually blurred. He was on the verge of losing consciousness, yet his hands remained locked onto Chu Youyuan's robe, refusing to let go.
He knew that if he released his grip, he might truly miss his chance to escape this place.