Ten breaths.
A hundred breaths.
Time was passing slowly, yet there was still no sound from Shan Tianhun, nor any perception of his presence.
Only the all-devouring Black Dragon Flame burned fiercely.
The four began to get nervous, and ominous thoughts started to sprout in their hearts. The black flames transmitted a sense of heart palpitations to them all.
As time passed, these ominous thoughts began to grow wildly, as if triggered by a spring rain.
This caused Kui Qing and the other three, even while embroiled in a deadly battle with the Sword Demon and others, to frequently glance distractedly in the direction of Shan Tianhun.
They knew that distraction during a battle was a grave taboo.
But they had no choice.
For they were all eager to ascertain Shan Tianhun's situation.
If Shan Tianhun were defeated, things would be terrible.
