At this moment, the burial chamber truly seemed on the verge of collapse.
The ground had long been split open, with some parts already sunken in. Above their heads, the stone ceiling had cracked into huge fissures, continuously raining down yellow sand.
Ouyang Feiting hid fearfully behind Wang Yan, saying in a terrified voice, "Brother Wang Yan, what should we do?"
Wang Yan patted Ouyang Feiting and said, "Don't be afraid, I'll take you out. There should be several hundred meters of yellow sand above us. Just stay still in my arms later and you'll be fine."
With that, Wang Yan held Ouyang Feiting in his arms with one hand, then looked up at the sky, preparing to break through the yellow sand and escape.
However, charging through several hundred meters of yellow sand was no easy task.
If it had been possible when they first fell, Wang Yan would have taken Ouyang Feiting out back then, without having to wait until now.
