Four White Tigers carried Tang Wen and a boulder the height of a dozen men, shooting straight up into the sky.
The boulder was larger than a passenger ship, and its weight was immeasurable.
After bursting through the clouds in one go, the four White Tigers clearly began to struggle.
Although they were strong, they each had their limits.
They flew upward for a while longer.
The White Tigers' speed gradually decreased.
Bracing against the fierce wind, Tang Wen clung to the tiger's back and shouted, "The three of you, stop ascending! Use all your strength to push the rock up!"
The three White Tigers hovered in the air, manipulating the gales to envelop the rock and lift it another stretch.
When their strength was exhausted, Tang Wen and Hu Qi also came to a stop.
Hu Yun stood on the ground, looking up. From a distance, she could only see three black dots—two small and one large—that seemed to merge with the deep blue night sky.
Tang Wen slowly stood up on Hu Qi's back.
