At this moment, for the first time, Li Yi felt what it was like to be exhausted, what it meant to be unable to fend off attacks from all directions with just his fists. His Qi-Blood was draining out of him, as he forcibly carved a path through this mountain of corpses and sea of blood. But his advance was too arduous; every step was a massive drain on his body.
Endless corpses lay before him, and even now, more kept falling down, attempting to bury both him and Lin Yue beneath them.
Despite that, Li Yi remained resolutely determined as he charged forward. His Fist Power rampaged, and once again, he blasted a way through the corpses. By now, he could hear the thunderous roars ahead, which were the sounds of Professor Zhang Songlin wielding lightning to slay the surrounding evil spirits. However, the current roars of thunder were no longer as deafening as before.
If he could exhaust his strength, so could Professor Zhang Songlin.
"There's hope."
