The body kept falling, the speed kept increasing, and the wind was whirring in my ears. Yan Shan controlled his body and kept his palms pointing downward, using the air flow recoil to slow down the falling speed. Even if the slowdown was minimal, he didn't give up. One thought of heaven, one thought of hell. He is not afraid of death, but he does not want to die yet, and he must persevere.

The depth of the Falling Eagle Cliff is unimaginable. Before I knew it, my clothes were soaked with sweat. Yanshan's internal strength is profound, and the true qi is endless, but it can't withstand such consumption. He slowed down his palm, and he had to retain enough internal force to send out the strongest palm when he fell to the ground to ease the fall.

Finally, Yanshan saw the bottom of the cliff. When he was a hundred meters away from the bottom of the cliff, he used the mysterious true qi in his body to protect his heart, condensed his true qi in his palms, and was ready to go.

Fifty meters were fleeting, and he struck out with both palms down, with all his might.

With a "boom", the invisible true qi violently hit the ground, and in an instant, the ground shook and the dust flew. The force of the shock spread all over his body along his arms, and Yan Shan instantly broke his muscles and veins, and he fainted. He slammed to the ground, making a sound of bones shattering.

On the edge of the Falling Eagle Cliff, Qin Hui was aware, quietly looking at the misty place, and there was a trace of waves in his eyes.

After a long time, the dust settled, and the bottom of the cliff was calm again.

Yan Shan lay quietly in the grass, his face was as white as paper, covered in blood, and he was dying.

Not far away, a tiger was slowly approaching, silently.

At this time, the kind of domineering energy that was free from Yan Shan's blood seemed to be able to sense the existence of danger, and it actually took the initiative to exude an extremely terrifying aura.

The tiger suddenly stopped, turned around and fled.

Subconsciously, Yanshan is in the middle of a desert. There is no end in sight to the long yellow sand, the sun is like fire, and the skin is hot and painful. He drank the last sip of water from the kettle, but he couldn't satisfy his parched throat. He didn't stop, he was indomitable, stubborn and determined. Even if the hope of life is only 1 in 10,000, he will never give up. He knew in his heart that not giving up does not mean success, but, so what?

In the torment, the day passed. Yan Shan's lips were chapped, his eyes were covered with bloodshots, and his body was no longer conscious. Thirst, hunger, physical and mental exhaustion, he could not feel it at all. The legs were still moving forward, just instinctively, not controlled by the brain at all. As long as there is still breath, he will not stop, because once he stops, he may never be able to stand up again. He can't die, he still has unfulfilled wishes, and there are still people waiting for him. He had promised that he would go back well. He can't break his word, he must live and go back alive.

Two days have passed, three days have passed, and Yanshan is challenging the limits of human potential. He became numb, his eyes blurred, like a walking corpse, and kept moving forward, with no other choice. Inadvertently, he felt a burst of coolness, as if water was falling on his body. He didn't stop, just turned his back to the sky. It wasn't until the drops of water hit his face and flowed into his eye sockets that he believed it was really raining. All this came suddenly, and he was in ecstasy, and he laughed out loud, laughing wildly, almost mad. He opened his mouth wide and let the rain fall into his mouth......

When hovering on the brink of death, life and death are only in a thought. If you don't give in, don't give up, and have the belief that you are alive, maybe there will be miracles.

(End of chapter)