"How long has Lord Gangxin been holding out?" Beiming Chuan suddenly looked up as they charged ahead.
"I don't know, but I've run nearly a thousand steps." Beiming Mian had grown numb.
"Gangxin's demon servant ran three hundred and twenty-four steps."
Beiming Jihu said expressionlessly, "Judging by distance, that's equivalent to nine hundred seventy-two steps for us ordinary people."
"Then... will Lord Gangxin's power be exhausted?" Beiming Chuan was a bit worried. "If he doesn't reserve his strength, when we return to Black Heaven Palace, how will he handle the Black Heaven Shell and the Three Great Demon Emperors..."
"Gangxin is still breathing steadily, his spiritual power (fighting qi) abundant."
Beiming Jihu said woodenly, "You need not worry."
"Ah?"
Both Beiming Chuan and Beiming Mian, these lord-level experts of the Profound Mirror Style, were stunned.
