"Power... power... how exactly should I increase my strength? How can I get through this damned trial?" With the growing pressure, Ye Feng became increasingly anxious. He was now desperately eager to enhance his power to safely navigate this dangerous situation.
However, no matter how anxious he was, it seemed to have no effect. His strength would not increase because of his anxiety, and his impatience only made the pressure he endured greater.
'Am I really going to die here, to fall at this point?' Seeing that the situation was becoming more and more unfavorable to him, Ye Feng couldn't help but feel a bit of despair in his heart.
Although he was very reluctant, although he didn't want to accept this fact at all, the reality was right in front of him, leaving him no choice but to resign himself to fate.
'Right, Mutant Magma, why didn't I think of that?' At that moment, a flash of inspiration struck Ye Feng's mind as he remembered his final trump card.
