Two and a half days have passed, and the air in the basement has become thin, making each breath extremely precious.
Now, every time Ling Chen takes a breath, he has to hold on for several minutes before changing breaths. Only in this way can he endure for a longer time.
Slowly exhaling a breath, Ling Chen gave a bitter smile to himself. From hope at the beginning to despair now, he has nearly given up. It seems he truly cannot escape this disaster this time. Even with the Prajnaparamita Sutra, he can't do anything.
He's not a deity; without air and food, any master from the Heavenly List couldn't survive. Perhaps only someone like Ling Gengqiu with an immortal body could live through this.
