Li Yingqi was ascending continuously, holding onto his last thoughts. With no time to escape within ten miles, he could only head for the sky.
Han Yu, of course, wouldn't give him that chance, pulling with all his might, causing their ascent to be extremely slow.
Above the clouds, the hurricane was unpredictable, faintly resembling a human form.
In a daze, Li Yingqi seemed to see an extremely damned face. In that gigantic, indistinct red storm, he saw Han Yu's face.
Han Yu also inexplicably experienced the same illusion. Although it was purely an ever-changing storm, he seemed to see himself.
The key was the strange situation of people who were ten miles away.
"Senior Brother, am I seeing things?"
Su Xiaoxiao couldn't help rubbing his eyes as he spoke to Mu Zili.
How could he see Han Yu's big face in the storm?
"It's not an illusion."
Mu Zili smiled slightly, patiently explaining.
