A life-or-death crisis always brings out one's greatest potential.
In this dire moment, Zhao Rui had only one thought.
He had to break his bonds and regain his freedom. Even if death was inevitable, he would not go down without a fight.
In that instant, Zhao Rui's Inner Strength merged with the external Innate True Qi he was drawing in through his acupoints. This combined power transformed into a raging torrent, crashing madly against his sealed acupoints.
"Mirage Finger copy progress: 98%...
Mirage Finger copy progress: 99%..."
The chasm was deep and overgrown with lush vegetation. Gnarled trees clung precariously to the cliff face, hanging at odd angles.
Despite his severe injuries, the young man's Magical Power was profound. After falling for only a second or two, he circulated his remaining Power, drove his True Qi into his feet, and kicked off the empty air. At the same time, he reached out to grab the branches and vines he passed, trying to slow his descent.
