The middle-aged man, Master Zhang, watched the young man still approaching the box and couldn't help but feel a sense of helplessness, also finding the youth quite puzzling. Could it be that the young man didn't care about his life?
"I can't hold on any longer..."
At this moment, among the cultivators supporting the box, one of them said with a contorted face that the box was just too heavy. The few cultivators had already exerted their last bit of strength but still couldn't prevent the box from tipping over.
Crash!
At this point, everyone could no longer hold on. The box crashed down heavily, and people instinctively closed their eyes. They were well aware that once the box fell, the terrifying Yuan Beast inside would escape, and by then, they might not have much chance of survival.
Just when the dozen or so cultivators were in a state of exhausted despair, suddenly a hand steadily grabbed the box that was falling toward the ground, halting its never-ending tilt.
