Lu Ye was shocked out of his wits.
At this moment, he was in a state of free-falling from a height of ten thousand feet, like a meteorite plummeting from the sky. However, he was confident in his ability to fly through air, so he was not flustered in the slightest. But if he couldn't even activate his spirit force, how could he fly through air?
From such a great height, even with the foundation of the True Lake Realm, a real fall to the ground would likely result in a life-or-death situation.
The mysterious force covering his body surface disappeared at some unknown point, and Lu Ye clearly sensed that this force turned into some kind of imprisonment imprint that was burned into his body, causing his spirit force to stagnate.
The closer he got to the ground, the faster his speed became, with the wind whistling past his ears.
Numerous thoughts surged through his mind like lightning, seeking a way to break the predicament.