Could it be that they just exhausted all the energy of that array wall?

Lu Yang, skilled and daring, stubbornly went up and tried again.

Then... a scream of agony was heard.

He was thrown a full eight meters away and lay on the ground for a long time, unable to get up.

Ji Fengyao: "???"

An Zijin: "..."

Zhuang Shaoze: "..."

Magpie and the other six men and women: "..."

Lu Yang lay on the ground, feeling as if all the bones in his body were about to fall apart. Ten thousand birds flew overhead, and a row of ellipses followed behind him.

“Miss, it seems that only you can touch this wall,” An Zijin said, taking a small step back, afraid of following in Lu Yang’s footsteps.

Thinking back to the miserable state they had just experienced with Lu Yang, Ji Fengyao instantly realized that what An Zijin said was true.

But why is she the only one allowed to touch it?

Is there something special about her?

Ji Fengyao immediately thought of the Tower of Life and the green mark; these were the two most mysterious things about her.

Thinking it over, she scanned her chest with her divine sense, but the green mark didn't react at all, so it probably wasn't it.

Then, she scanned the Tower of Life with her divine sense.

Above the small tower, a very thin and faint mist was slowly merging into the invisible soft array along her hand.

Ji Fengyao quickly withdrew her hand:

She didn't know how big the space inside the Tower of Life was. Although the tower was filled with that mysterious mist, all space is finite, and so is the mist. She couldn't bear to waste even a single bit of it.

"Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!"

After Ji Fengyao withdrew her hand, she clearly felt the array wall in front of her vibrate several times, as if it was expressing its dissatisfaction.

"Wow, a broken formation can even become a spirit!" Ji Fengyao stood up and tentatively kicked the soft wall. She felt a strong rebound force, but it wasn't very strong. It only slightly shook her away and didn't knock her down.

"It seems you've really made something of yourself and have your own ideas now." Ji Fengyao cast a cleansing spell on herself, then placed a soft cushion on the ground and sat leisurely beside the soft array.

She held up her hand, which bore the symbol of the Tower of Life, and asked, "Do you want the spiritual mist inside?"

"Buzz!" The array wall vibrated twice more in response, in a very urgent manner.

"Then I can't give it to you without limit or conditions. This thing was hard-won for me, and I almost lost my life. I can't just give it to you for nothing." Ji Fengyao withdrew her hand and covered the small pagoda mark with her sleeve, like a cunning little fox.

"Buzzing...!"

The figure on the wall trembled violently, clearly indicating great emotional agitation.

If it were a person, or had developed intelligence, Ji Fengyao could imagine it jumping up and down and cursing.

"Why are you in such a hurry? I didn't say I wouldn't give it to you. But you have to give me something in return," Ji Fengyao said with a harmless smile, pointing to Xi Que, An Zijin and the others behind her. "How about you let us pass and promise not to hurt us, and I'll give you twenty strands of spiritual mist, twenty strands as thick as your little finger?"

"Buzz!" The array wall trembled violently, much like the angry snort of a person in a fit of rage.

"Twenty strands, about the thickness of a ring finger," Ji Fengyao said angrily, raising the price.

"Buzz!" The array wall trembled again, but not as violently as before.

Ji Fengyao herself could hardly contain her laughter at this bizarre bargaining method.