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The wind howled and the space trembled.

The suddenly appearing crack resembled the gaping maw of a giant beast, greedily devouring everything.

The intense suction was like an invisible giant hand, ruthlessly pulling at everyone's body, as if to tear them to pieces.

Fan Tong held the white-clad girl's hand tightly, feeling the warmth between their palms—the only reality he could grasp at that moment.

He could feel the girl's body trembling; it was an instinctive reaction to the fear of the unknown.

His gaze was piercing, his eyes burning with an indomitable flame; he would not allow anyone to slip through his fingers.

He gritted his teeth, and the bluestone slab under his feet was cracked from his hard stomping.

Chaotic air currents raged around, emitting sharp whistles, and sand and gravel flew everywhere, blotting out the sun.

All they could hear was the sound of the wind, as if they were in the eye of a world-ending storm. The sense of danger was so real that it made it hard for them to breathe.

Everyone was doing their best, pulling and tugging at each other, trying to steady themselves in the gale. They were closely linked, forming a fragile yet resilient line of defense, struggling on the edge of life and death.

Just when everyone was about to despair, the old man in black robes, a wise man known for his composure, frowned and stared intently at the frantically flashing runes around the crack.

His fingers trembled slightly, as if he were rapidly deducing something. This was a seriousness he had never shown on the battlefield, and an anxiety he had never displayed before.

He seemed to have found some kind of pattern, the root of this attraction.

"These runes are suspicious!" the black-robed old man roared, his voice torn apart by the gale. He paid no heed to that, his fingers gesturing frantically in the air, trying to find a way to break the spell. However, this would take time, and the suction force was only increasing.

Everyone was extremely anxious, knowing that if they couldn't break free from this suction force soon, they would all be swallowed up.

The purple-haired youth and the red-haired boy, who were usually laughing and joking, were now fighting against the suction with all their might. The veins on their foreheads were bulging, and their bodies were trembling violently like taut bowstrings.

They used every ounce of their strength, just wanting to gain one more second and protect one more person.

The group gritted their teeth, gripped each other tightly, veins bulging, faces contorted with the force, as they struggled desperately.

Their clothes fluttered in the wind, and their hair danced wildly, creating an apocalyptic scene.

However, the suction force did not weaken as a result; on the contrary, it continued to increase.

Some of the weaker people began to wail in despair as their bodies tilted and were slowly pulled toward the crack.

"No!" The purple-haired youth's eyes widened in horror as he watched one of his companions' hands slip from his grasp. He tried to grab it again, but to no avail.

He tried his best to make a sound, but could only let out a few hoarse growls. His face was full of anxiety, his eyes were bloodshot, and his outstretched hand remained in the air, not retracting for a long time.

The suction force was like a merciless beast, opening its gaping maw to devour everything.

Some people, exhausted, drifted helplessly toward the bottomless crevice, like fallen leaves swept up by a gale.

The desperate cries were torn to shreds by the raging wind and vanished in an instant.

The gray-robed elder, the usually dignified and composed tribal chief, unhesitatingly reached out and pushed a young companion away from the brink of death.

However, because of this one movement, half of his body was sucked into the crack.

Everyone watched helplessly as this unfolded.

Sadness and urgency surged like a tidal wave, crashing against everyone's hearts. They were like a lone boat trapped in boundless darkness, powerless to struggle.

The girl in white shed tears like pearls from a broken string, one by one. She bit her lip tightly, trying her best not to make a sound. She was afraid of losing anyone, and the despair in her heart burned like a raging fire on every inch of her skin.

Fan Tong's gaze was like a knife, fixed on the all-consuming crack.

He sensed the despair of his companions and the fear of the girl in white; he could not sit idly by and wait for his doom!

He roared, and the power of the spiritual pearl within his body erupted like a volcanic eruption.

He pushed off with both legs, and the bluestone slab beneath his feet shattered instantly. He shot towards the terrifying crack like an arrow released from a bow.

He pushed the power of the spirit orb to its limit, attempting to use this powerful force to counteract the suction.

The spirit pearl emitted a dazzling light and collided violently with the power of the crack, producing a deafening roar.

The massive energy fluctuations, like invisible shockwaves, spread outwards, stirring up gusts of wind.

"Fan Tong!" the purple-haired youth roared, pouring all his power into Fan Tong's body. He wanted to use his strength to help Fan Tong; they were brothers!

The others also reacted, continuously channeling their power into Fan Tong's body. Powerful forces converged, like a surging river, and surged towards the power of the crack.

The forces of both sides collided violently in the air, producing a series of ear-piercing explosions and sparks flying everywhere, as if the end of the world had arrived.

The already broken ground was now covered with cracks, as if it were about to collapse at any moment.

The group's bodies swayed precariously like small boats in a storm, and the sense of danger continued to rise.

Just as the two sides were deadlocked, the green-robed pharmacist suddenly remembered something. His face lit up with joy, and he hurriedly rummaged through his medicine pouch.

"Got it!" he shouted, pulling a small white jade bottle from the depths of his medicine pouch.

The bottle was opened, and a strange medicinal fragrance wafted out, refreshing and invigorating.

"This is... a 'Condensing Power Pill'?" The gray-robed elder recognized it at a glance, his tone tinged with surprise.

The Condensing Power Pill is an extremely precious elixir that can greatly enhance the user's strength in a short period of time. However, it is extremely difficult to refine and requires extremely rare medicinal materials. Therefore, even he had only heard of it but had never seen it.

The green-robed pharmacist nodded solemnly: "That's right, it's the Qi Condensation Pill! I only have a few on me, and I hope they can help you all!" After saying that, he distributed the pills to everyone.

Everyone was amazed by the selflessness of the green-robed pharmacist. They had thought they could only rely on their existing strength, but unexpectedly, things took a turn for the better and they were saved from their desperate situation.

Without hesitation, they swallowed the pills, and a warm current instantly flowed through their bodies, their power gushing out like a spring, filling their previously exhausted bodies with vitality.

With their power enhanced, everyone worked together to continuously inject spiritual energy into Fan Tong's body.

Fan Tong felt an unprecedentedly powerful force surging within his body. He roared and poured all of this power into the spirit pearl.

The spirit pearl shone brightly, dazzling like a small sun, radiating powerful energy fluctuations as it fought against the power of the crack.

"Now!" the old man in black robes shouted.

The group understood each other perfectly and channeled their power through the runes to attack the flute itself.

The flute vibrated violently, emitting a dazzling light, and the suction force of the crack weakened accordingly.

Finally, with a crisp sound, the flute shattered into countless fragments and vanished into the air.

The suction disappeared, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief, collapsing to the ground and panting heavily.

After successfully breaking free from the flute, everyone was pleasantly surprised to find that their strength had been greatly enhanced, and they had even gained some mysterious abilities.

The purple-haired youth excitedly brandished his longsword, and a sharp sword aura shot out, several times more powerful than before.

The red-haired boy discovered that he could control flames; a blazing flame danced in his palm, radiating a scorching heat.

The girl in white excitedly threw herself into Fan Tong's arms, her tears soaking his clothes.

Fan Tong hugged her tightly, feeling the joy of victory.

However, just as everyone was basking in the joy of victory, a huge dark cloud appeared in the distant sky.

Strange light flickered in the dark clouds, as if concealing a great danger.

"What is that?" The elder in gray pointed to the dark clouds, his tone grave.

Everyone looked at the dark clouds with curiosity, a strange unease rising in their hearts.

They knew that new challenges were on the horizon...

The red-haired boy swallowed hard and muttered, "This... doesn't feel good..."