Their mouths hung open, as if they wanted to say something, but the unimaginable scene before them rendered them speechless.
They could only stare blankly in the direction Fang Cheng left, their hearts filled with astonishment at his feat and unease about the unknown outcome.
Lin Chuqiao stood at the edge of the cliff, her eyes fixed on Fang Cheng’s figure gradually disappearing into the fog, her hands unconsciously clasped before her chest, nails almost embedded into her palms.
The howling wind seemed like a rope pulling at her heart, each tug tightening its grip, yet she could only silently pray for Fang Cheng’s safety within her heart, hoping he would safely accomplish his goal.
The professor and Li Dingjian in the manor froze the moment they learned of Fang Cheng’s actions.
The professor’s eyes flickered with complex emotions, both admiration for Fang Cheng’s courage and deep concern for this risky endeavor.
Li Dingjian widened his eyes, gazing up at the overcast sky, fists clenched tightly, as if this would somehow transmit power to Fang Cheng flying through the air.
At this moment, everyone held their breath, anxiously waiting for news to come.
High in the air, Fang Cheng resembled a warrior dancing with the fierce wind, gathering all his spiritual power, engaged in a breathtaking battle with gravity.
In his view, a flight arc was outlined, like a natural resistance slope, leading straight to the golden light hidden within the dark fog.
However, there was nearly a kilometer distance from the mountaintop to the target location.
This was by no means an easy journey to traverse.
To reach the target smoothly, he had to fully employ his ability to linger in the air, extending his descent speed and lengthening his airborne time as much as possible,
but relying solely on this ability was clearly far from sufficient.
According to his previous calculations and simulations in the Memory Palace, such a long distance without other countermeasures would soon lead to a free fall before reaching the halfway point.
The solution Fang Cheng devised was to use his most reliable skill—"Qigong"!
As soon as he thought about it, True Qi surged forth from his Dantian, instantly spreading to his limbs and bones.
In a single breath, the faint sound of Thunder Sound could be heard.
Fang Cheng’s inner Qi roiled, causing subtle vibrations throughout his organs, muscles, and skin.
Then, his tightly closed pores suddenly opened, accompanied by the roaring of Thunder Sound, ejecting a stream of white steam.
This white qi gushing out created the effect of external exhaust, as if his body was equipped with numerous micro thrusters.
Fang Cheng instantly felt his body become increasingly light and agile.
With a "swish," he charged forward enveloped in a gust of wind, like a jet plane racing ahead more swiftly.
Yet even so, traversing Mist Mountain remained fraught with peril.
The gusts roaring from the sides felt like countless invisible giant hands, desperately pushing and pulling at his body, intent on dragging him off course.
Fortunately, Fang Cheng had accumulated rich experience from his flight simulations in the Memory Palace.
In actual combat, he could rely on his Spiritual Power and Agility Attribute above 40 points to rapidly perceive complex and ever-changing airflows and instantly make posture adjustments.
Thus, he ingeniously utilized the wind’s impact, transforming it into a directional adjustment aid, meticulously fine-tuning his flight path bit by bit to ensure he wouldn’t deviate from the predetermined route.
As his body continued to glide and descend forward, Fang Cheng drew closer to the golden shimmering Golden Benba Bottle.
Yet new crises quickly emerged one after another.