In the next moment, amid the fierce sword light, Lu Ye broke through the giant palm and charged out.
The scorching power was resisted by the Talent Tree's might, but the immense force of the slap caused his tiger's mouth to crack open, blood gushing out, even blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, and his chest and abdomen churned with turbulent blood Qi.
Following closely behind him, Ying Wuji also groaned, his complexion pale.
He was secretly horrified; if it weren't for Lu Ye blocking the front, he himself would likely have been killed by the power of that palm.
Passing through this final barrier, they rushed into the stone staircase corridor they had come from, one after the other.
Once inside, the pressure significantly reduced, as there was no longer any need to worry about being surrounded from all sides.
