"Haha, it truly is Heaven's will! Chu Feng, oh Chu Feng — it seems even the Heavens don't want you to use that demonic weapon."
At that moment, Youyuan burst into hearty laughter. Having spent so much time with Youyuan, this was the first time Chu Feng had ever seen the man laugh so joyfully.
Being on the verge of escape — even for a Venerable of his stature — was cause for great celebration.
It was easy to understand. Chu Feng wanted vengeance, but Youyuan wanted it just as badly.
And the moment they broke free, vengeance could begin.
"Chu Feng, get ready — I'm about to make my move!" Youyuan suddenly roared.
"My Lord, strike at your leisure. I'm already prepared — I won't slow you down." Chu Feng moved behind Youyuan and gripped the man's robes tightly with both hands.
Youyuan followed the undercurrents within the spatial tunnel, drawing closer and closer to the spatial rift. Then, with hands sharp as blades, he thrust them squarely into the crack.
"GRAAGH—"
The next instant, a furious roar tore from Youyuan's throat.
Powerful Venerable-level martial force erupted from his body in wave after wave.
His arms bulged with veins as he poured every ounce of strength into his hands, determined to tear an opening in that spatial rift by sheer brute force.
Only by ripping open a gap could he and Chu Feng pass through and escape the spatial tunnel.
CRACK— CRACK— As Youyuan unleashed his power, the rift grew wider and wider — it truly seemed on the verge of being torn apart.
But while Youyuan struggled to rend the spatial rift, Chu Feng was enduring a tremendous onslaught of his own.
The force of the undercurrent was far too powerful. The only reason the two of them weren't being swept along was that Youyuan had anchored them by gripping the rift with his hands.
Yet the undercurrent continued to batter them relentlessly.
Youyuan, being a second-tier Venerable, could withstand the pressure so long as he held onto the rift. But Chu Feng could not. He was merely a fourth-tier Heavenly Immortal — at his level of cultivation, enduring the crushing force of the undercurrent was extraordinarily difficult.
Worst of all, this particular force could not be blocked by any treasure or technique. One could only weather it with one's own strength.
Youyuan had no way to shield Chu Feng. Right now, Chu Feng could only rely on himself to withstand the onslaught.
In this moment, Chu Feng couldn't spare a single thought for how far Youyuan had progressed in tearing open the rift.
It felt as though his body was about to shatter, his soul on the verge of exploding — as though 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 on Youyuan's robes, refusing to let go.
Because he knew that if he released his grip, he might truly miss his one chance to escape.