After Jean finished speaking, Frost Star fell silent, lowering her head as if lost in thought.
Jean, currently locked in a bitter struggle, had no energy to spare for anything else. He simply continued to move while dodging attacks.
The ground was covered in dust of unknown composition, and walls of fire surrounded him. The traces of the original city had been mostly burned away, and Jean, disoriented by the encirclement, faced his greatest problem yet.
'Is getting lost truly the destiny of a swordsman? I only learned one move from Zoro and I'm already like this.'
Ironically, the only signpost right now was the direction in which the Flame Spirits were blocking his path.
But charging in was a gamble. It wasn't difficult to disperse a group of Flame Spirits once, but if he guessed wrong, he would inevitably fall into an even greater predicament.
Feeling Frost Star's weak breathing in his arms, his mind raced. The urgent priority was a reliable beacon, a passage that would definitely lead out of the city.
'!!' Suddenly, Jean thought of another location mentioned in the original Lungmen plot: the sewers!
He directed his focus downward while observing the positioning of the Flame Spirits more carefully. Finally, not far away, behind the encirclement of Flame Spirits, he discovered something resembling an underground tunnel.
Since he had a direction, he naturally had to give it his all.
Taking a deep breath, he concentrated the Stardust Wind in front of his body, transforming it into a hard drill, spinning continuously to knock away the incoming Flame Spirits.
At the same time, ordinary wind element gathered behind him to provide thrust.
Because the ordinary elemental wind lacked Stardust crystals, it immediately ignited, resulting in a sensation like flame-jet propulsion. Borrowing this thrust, Jean began to charge forward rapidly.
At this moment, the Flame Spirits also began to concentrate, intercepting Jean's path.
Firelight and the drill collided continuously, emitting creaking sounds. The resistance gradually increased, even though every Flame Spirit that rushed up was sent flying by the drill. However, each collision consumed kinetic energy.
After a bout of struggling, Jean—with his bizarre configuration of a drill in front and fire-jetting behind—emerged victorious, quickly breaking through the formation of Flame Spirits and rushing into the sewer entrance.
The immense destructive power of the drill also damaged the surroundings of the entrance, and various debris directly sealed it off.
Skillfully creating multiple air cushions to cushion the landing, after finally steadying himself, Jean immediately began to use the wind element to scout the path. Fortunately, the airflow indicated that this was not a dead end.
Next, he took a blanket from his spatial pouch and spread it on the ground. This blanket was a reward for reaching the 50th floor of the tower, and it even had that detestable wind Slime drawn on it.
Carefully leaning Frost Star against the wall, Jean could finally catch his breath.
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Sitting casually beside Frost Star, he took the opportunity to hold her small hand and continue infusing life force. Her hand, which should have been fair and smooth, was full of calluses and scars, making her even more pitiful.
At this moment, the battered white rabbit was like a leaking balloon, her life force constantly draining away, and the moment the life force in her body completely dried up would naturally signify death.
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