Long Chen’s Raging Flame Prison was a kind of space-locking magical art. Once this magical art was used, then according to reason, it couldn’t move within space.

But within this abyss, space was unstable. His Raging Flame Prison was floating in its space without moving, but the surrounding space was sinking. That made the Raging Flame Prison continue to sink.

Although it was much slower, it still wouldn’t be long before they fell within that chaotic space at the bottom.

The spatial blades there were capable of tearing apart the void. His Raging Flame Prison was definitely  incapable of enduring that power.

“Don’t look at me. I’ve got nothing left.” Long Chen waved his hand when he saw Leng Yueyan looking at him.

He truly was at his wit’s end. He had already used all his trump cards. And in order to use the Raging Flame Prison, he was exhausting his spiritual yuan and Spiritual Strength.

Just maintaining the current situation was extremely taxing on him. If Leng Yueyan wasn’t...