Ye Tianfan stood up, ready, and took a deep breath. Although the stone beds were quite close and not very far, Ye Tianfan was no longer the Ye Tianfan with Qian Yuan's second level he used to be. He was just a martial artist far superior to ordinary people, but still merely an external martial arts expert without any internal prowess.
Though Ye Tianfan could still potentially leap across, should anything go wrong midway, he felt that even if he managed to crawl out from this pool of liquid, he'd be disfigured.
Given his current state, Ye Tianfan had absolutely no power to resist these liquids. If he had Spiritual Power, he might be able to block them, but currently, Ye Tianfan had none.
After catching his breath, Ye Tianfan made up his mind, leaping from one stone bed to another with resolve.
Absolutely no errors.
This made Ye Tianfan breathe a sigh of relief; it seemed there was great hope this time.
