The journey of a hundred miles is only half done at ninety; this path of descent may indeed be unbearable for you.
The only guest who greets has now slipped away, Fu Qian sighs quietly in solitude, with no intent to blame.
Though unsure if that thing truly possesses a mind, the pressure in this situation undoubtedly increases exponentially.
Distance was never the key; what makes it ninety is the uncertainty of where the hundred miles end — boom!
Just a dozen seconds later, a muffled collision sound came.
Accompanied by a terrifying impact that seemed to crush bones.
Even the bones of a Tyrant.
It's no longer as simple as falling from the sky and crashing onto a mountain, that feedback force at that moment felt brutally strong.
Though, at a glance, the true material was flesh.
That's right, with the sudden brake, it's finally no longer empty.
Even though the fog still rolls, it doesn't hinder Fu Qian from recognizing what's beneath his feet.
