The Fallen Shang An

Time passed very slowly.

At least in Shang An's eyes, the passage of time felt like the slowest moment of his life. He needed to save Little Mei and deflect the Blood Guards. He needed to protect the coffin!

He had envisioned many scenarios and prepared for everything.

His cultivation had been low, so he had worked diligently to improve it. He had advanced from Primordial Spirit Realm to Soul Ascension Realm and then to Return to Void Realm in the shortest time possible.

He specialized in techniques and increased his power greatly. He had also comprehended formations to shake the Human Yuan array. He had done all this with one purpose in mind: to get Little Mei out!

If everything went smoothly, he could still achieve that goal.

However, time felt too slow. He had been walking for so long, yet he still hadn't managed to leave the mine. But how could he give up? Nothing could crush his determination, and no one could surpass him.