King of Hundred Victories Saber

At this moment, the icy water had already reached knee-level, its torrential flow like an enraged beast constantly battering everyone present. The people struggled to keep their footing, their bodies violently swaying with the forceful current, like weak willow branches in the wind, seemingly on the brink of being uprooted.

An overwhelming tide of guilt surged within Wu Zhong, nearly drowning him completely.

His lips trembled intensely, trying to utter something, but just as he was about to speak, the surging water rushed into his throat, causing him to cough violently.

His face was cloaked with pain and self-blame, an expression seemingly conveying his deep desire to endure all the suffering on behalf of everyone else. His eyes were filled with regret, longing for time to rewind so he could avoid falling into this crisis and spare his companions from any involvement.

Xiao Lingling clung tightly beside Wu Zhong, her hands gripping the iron bars of the cage like iron clamps, her nails turning white from the exertion.

She struggled to stay steady, but the force of the water was too strong, and her body involuntarily swayed.

Even though fear was evident in her eyes, looming over her like a shadow, her primary concern was Wu Zhong. Her gaze never left him, trying to convey strength through her eyes so he could persist in this desperate situation.

Lie Quan still held the ”Heaven and Earth Saber” tightly in his hand. Despite its inability to display its former power in the face of the fierce waters and sturdy cage, it was as if he was holding onto a last hope.

He gritted his teeth, his jaw clenching audibly, glaring at the rising water level, as if flames were about to burst forth from his eyes. He cursed: ”Kang Fusheng, you gang of bastards, may you die a horrible death!”

His voice became hoarse from anger and despair, sounding small yet determined amidst the roaring water.

The water had already reached their waists, making breathing increasingly difficult. Each breath seemed to draw out the last ounce of strength from their bodies.

They had to stand on tiptoe, using all their strength to keep their heads above the water. Every breath felt like icy water pouring down their throats, the coldness like sharp blades painfully stabbing their throats, utterly unbearable.

As the water level continued to rise, their bodies were gradually submerged, only their heads barely above the water.

Their lips turned purple from the cold, breathing rapidly and heavily, each gasp a last struggle against Death.

Liao Pei’s hands clutched the iron bars tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force, almost embedding into the bars.

He gasped heavily, his chest heaving violently, yet there was a resolute light in his eyes: ”Brothers, we can’t just drown here, we have to find a way out!”

However, his only response was the sound of the surging water and everyone’s despairing breaths, the world plunged into a deathly silence, only the relentless water declaring their plight.

Now, the water was nearly over their mouths, and they could only desperately tilt their heads back, stretching their necks long to keep their noses and mouths above the water, trying to take another breath of air.

Every breath was a struggle against time with Death, each second becoming incredibly precious. Their eyes were filled with fear and despair, but also a desire for life. That desire was like a faint light in the darkness, supporting them to persist in the icy water.

As the fierce water mercilessly submerged the cage and the shadow of death loomed heavily over the heroes like dark clouds, Shi Feiyang hardened his resolve, a decisive glint flashing in his eyes like lightning slicing through the dark night sky.

He knew deeply that this was the critical moment of life and death; without fighting desperately, everyone would perish here.

So, he resolutely invoked the highest state of the Bright Jade Technique—”Infinite Asura.”

At this moment, the water that poured into the Celestial Prison had completely submerged the heroes, providing a shield for them.

Shi Feiyang’s expression was as solemn as frost, a look seemingly covered by a thick layer of frost, sending chills down one’s spine.

His brows knitted tightly together, resembling towering mountains, exuding an awe-inspiring presence.

His gaze revealed a do-or-die determination, disregarding life and death solely to save his comrades.

His surrounding aura suddenly underwent a profound transformation, the previously restrained aura erupting instantly like a powerful storm, quickly spreading from him as the center.

He slowly raised both hands above his head, passing through the cold and hard iron bars of the cage, palms facing upward.

His arms trembled slightly, not from fear or cold, but from fully gathering the vast inner strength within.

His muscles tensed, veins bulged, every inch of his skin shivering with the impending explosion of power. In an instant, a strong and mysterious presence spread from him like a turbulent tide.

The originally dim and oppressive Celestial Prison seemed shrouded by an invisible and cold frost, the air filled with a chilling aura of death.

That aura of death could freeze a person’s soul, inducing a terrifying fear.

The temperature plummeted rapidly, as if plunged into the depths of an ice cellar, every wisp of air crystallizing into sharp ice crystals.