Chapter 1988: Chapter 1988
The power vortex caused everyone to pause for a moment, but they dared not linger here too long, as the seven-colored beams were already closing in.
Everyone could only move in the direction that the beams were sweeping. Wei Qing walked and said solemnly, "Everyone, don't go too far. Based on the experience of our predecessors, the maximum range of a power vortex does not exceed thirty meters. This means that the diameter of this vortex is not more than thirty meters. Starting from the previous position, if we move out thirty meters, we can avoid this vortex!"
Everyone nodded, understanding that a power vortex couldn't be detected by any other means; they could only move around it using experience.
Since they had discovered a power vortex at that spot earlier, everyone had to circumvent it and continue forward.
A cautious step forward by the people at the forefront from the Ghost Realm led them to narrowly avoid the power vortex after spanning thirty meters.
This situation caused everyone to breathe a sigh of relief, but it was only temporary. Ahead, numerous similar power vortices awaited them. Falling into any would mean certain death.
After traversing roughly five hundred meters, Su Yang calculated in his mind that another power vortex lay ahead. At their current pace, the foremost person from the Ghost Realm was on the verge of entering this vortex.
Su Yang didn't warn them, as there was no way he could alert others without revealing his outside map knowledge, which would be troublesome.
Moreover, these people harbored deep enmity against the Human Clan. Once inside the Feather Spirit Palace, they would undoubtedly target Su Yang and his companions. Thus, he couldn't warn them. Letting Eight Realms' people exhaust themselves was, after all, a good thing.
Sure enough, they hadn't walked much further when the person in front halted and then stopped moving.
Having dealt with a power vortex before, the others were like startled birds. Seeing the person's state, everyone behind immediately stopped, watching him in horror.
The person turned to face them, his expression filled with pain, mouth agape as if trying to speak, yet unable to utter a single sound.
"Not good, it's another power vortex!" a man exclaimed, with everyone else widening their eyes in shock.
In this place, some power vortices kill intruders outright, while others detain them, making escape impossible.
Undoubtedly, this was a vortex designed to trap.
While not as terrifying as a vortex that kills instantly, being trapped translates to immobility, and when the deadly beams sweep by, death is inevitable.
Conscious of his plight, the trapped man's expression pleaded desperately for help.
But who would dare to rescue him now? This vortex could trap everyone, but rescuing wasn't an option.
Moreover, the speed of the seven-colored beams was evidently increasing, approaching swiftly.
"Go around here!" Wei Qing decisively instructed, at times , rescuing was pointless.
The others bypassed the spot, while even the reluctant Ghost Realm individuals were forced to skirt the vortex.
Remaining would mean death for all. At critical moments, sacrifices must be made!
Watching the retreating group, the person in the vortex's expression sank into utter despair.
At that moment, a beam slowly approached.
Everyone watched as the beam fell on him, and as it scanned over, he visibly aged at an alarming speed.
Originally in his thirties, his appearance drastically transformed, rapidly aging.
Forty, fifty, sixty, seventy...
Ultimately, he aged into a decrepit figure, lowering his head and dying of old age.
Yet, the ordeal did not end there. Under the beam's light, his corpse shriveled, decomposing into a heap of bones.
Everyone stood agape, the transformation from a sweeping beam taking less than three minutes. Yet, on him, it seemed centuries passed.
Not only did he die of old age, but his body also rotted to bones. Did the beam warp time so intensely?
All were struck dumb by the spectacle, having heard of the beam's terrifying power, but witnessing it was unparalleled.
Facing the heap of bones, chills gripped everyone's hearts. If the beam swept over them, what fate awaited them?
"Move!" Wei Qing shouted lowly.
Those at the forefront from the Ghost Realm became restless. One suddenly turned and said, "We've already lost two men. Isn't it time for someone else to take the lead?"
With two successive deaths, their desire to lead had waned, realizing it was a life-risking task none wished to undertake further sacrifices.
Those behind exchanged glances, yet no one was willing to take over at the front. Changing leaders was not an option. Updates are released by NovєlFіre.net
"Since it was decided for you to lead, you must honor that commitment!" Ye Xingjun coldly remarked, "We haven't reached the Feather Spirit Palace. Why change now?"
"Who decided we should go first? Was it you? What gives you the right to determine the fate of my Ghost Realm people?"
Yelled a man from the Ghost Realm, usually, he wouldn't dare speak this way to Ye Xingjun. But circumstances had shifted.
This Ghost Realm individual stood fourth, implying one more in front. Should this one also perish, he'd be the next leading explorer.
With such extensive distance to the Feather Spirit Palace, leading the way equaled certain death. So, despite risking Ye Xingjun's wrath, he refused to move ahead.
Ye Xingjun, affronted, retorted, "What did you say?"
"I'm asking, what right do you have to decide the life and death of my Ghost Realm people!" The man shouted fearlessly, indifferent to life or death, unfazed by Ye Xingjun.
Ye Xingjun furrowed his brow, realizing the man's intent, knowing anger would be futile.