And with each crashing into pieces, it signifies a drop in cultivation level.
If this happens ten or eight times, Lanling's cultivation in the Demonic Prison Secret Realm will be completely in vain, his cultivation will entirely fall back to the Demon Saint, and that would be a tragedy.
At the moment Yao Xing released the bloodline energy, Lanling's body swiftly darted like a meteor.
Now, his moving speed in the abandoned Space Laboratory far surpasses the speed of spatial distortion movement.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..." He quickly shuttled through the labyrinth-like twist of space, searching.
Almost every second, his body was recovering, then shattering again.
His bloodline energy was violently consumed every second.
If one could estimate the cost, Lanling's flying cost in this distorted space might exceed that of Earth's spacecraft.
One second...
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