Unknowingly, it seemed a long time had passed.
The thought of catching up with the three ahead had almost become a luxury.
These past days, Zhao Sheng and the four of them would rest when tired and continue running when rested.
It seemed as though some mysterious force was subtly influencing them, urging them to keep moving along the corridor, running and running...
"Huff... huff~ I... I can't run anymore, need a rest!"
At some point during their journey, Bo Hua Wanderer suddenly stopped, planting his hands on his hips, panting heavily.
Seeing this, Zhao Sheng and the three others had to stop as well, each of them breathing slightly.
Compared to before entering the corridor, Bo Hua Wanderer was noticeably thinner, with his cheekbones jutting out, his face as pale as paper, almost devoid of blood.
Zhao Sheng glanced at the others, noticing that Gong Sanzhang had also lost weight, but his complexion was still fine.
