Kemoyin’s Scales constantly produced crisp explosive sounds, as if about to crumble under this power.
If that happened, Leylin, who no longer had an innate defensive spell, would turn into minced meat in the flow of space.
“I miscalculated! I overestimated my own body’s capabilities and the defence of Kemoyin’s Scales!”
Leylin’s expression was serious, “This is a spatial passageway connecting two continents. The pressure within is something that not even rank 2 Magi are able to withstand. There must have been some method used in ancient times to avoid this, but I haven’t found it yet…”
“This can’t go on!” Leylin saw his Kemoyin’s Scales contracting, so he produced a red test tube from his pouch and smashed it.
*Puff!* A defensive layer formed from the red potion appeared on the surface of his body, and it began to vibrate for a while; after only three seconds, it shattered.
“A middle-grade defensive potion can only withstand this for three seconds?” Leylin was expressionless as he produced another potion.
As a Potioneering Master, he had tens of different types of defensive potions in his spatial pouch, which would be enough to last him for a long time.
*Bang!* The layer formed by the potion cracked, and was then quickly replaced by another layer of defence.
Leylin constantly went through his reserves to withstand this.
Finally, the potions were completely used up and a large pressure was once again put on Kemoyin’s Scales.
“Ah…” Leylin shouted in a low voice, spiritual force and magic constantly being consumed as incomplete black runes that formed a full-body shield was produced from his scales.
*Ka-cha! Ka-cha!*
After being in a deadlock for a period of time, Leylin’s spiritual force was exhausted and the defence of the Kemoyin’s Scales shattered into pieces. A tremendous pressure began to tear Leylin’s body apart.