Lin Yun and the Snow Maiden were sucked away in an instant, and Qian Qian and Liu Ji both reacted.
The door, opened by Lin Yun and the Snow Maiden, might not last very long.
Without any hesitation, they followed through the door, only to feel an overwhelming pressure as soon as they stepped in.
Liu Ji's bones made a cracking and splintering noise, and in an instant, several of his bones were fractured.
What kind of place is this, so perilous?
Qian Qian was slightly better off, but she also felt suffocated, fearing that if this continued for a while longer, she might be crushed to death.
At the moment of crisis, Lin Yun flicked two drops of blood their way, landing on Liu Ji and Qian Qian, helping to offset the suppression.
Liu Ji felt his body lighten and, not having time to thank Lin Yun, he quickly looked at the white lotus flower that the Snow Maiden had given him, which was Zhang Biyu's True Spirit.