Thus, Qin Feng's speed of advancement became slower and slower.
At 140 kilometers deep, his forward speed was almost the same as that of normal walking; vines from all directions lashed out like steel whips, viciously striking at him.
Qin Feng wielded the Flame Long Knife, desperately hacking away.
Every swing could sever the incoming vines, but faced with countless vines, he was already giving it his all.
And as he ventured further in, as the ancient trees became stronger and their attacks more fierce, he gradually became overwhelmed and began to struggle.
"Lord Qin, can you keep up?"
Ying Yue revealed himself from behind a tree and called out to ask.
"I'm almost at my limit!"
Qin Feng, while still chopping down vines, replied with a wry smile, "If I go on, my life will be in danger!"
"Want a lift?"
Ying Yue asked again.
"A lift? Sure!"
Qin Feng was overjoyed, "Then I'm counting on you, Ying Yue!"
"No problem, we agreed on this before we came!"