"I am almost at my limit."
After climbing another two hundred meters, Li Yun's brows could not help furrowing.
Reaching this height was almost his limit.
The powerful repulsive force around him surged constantly like a tide. Even standing still was extremely difficult, let alone continuing to climb higher.
"It seems those flowers at the very top are not meant for us."
Almost at the same moment, Man Cang stopped at the same height as Li Yun. He looked toward the top of the vine and shook his head with regret.
From where they stood, there was still a distance of at least five or six thousand meters to the top of the vine. Such a vast distance could not be overcome by willpower alone.
"That might not be the case."
A faint smile suddenly appeared on Li Yun's face.
With a wave of his hand, the sword immortal puppet appeared beside him.
