After Yun Chujiu heard what Mao Qiu said, her expression became more and more serious.
“Boots Spirit, if you can’t replenish the power of the seal, how much longer can you hold on?”
Boots Spirit’s reaction this time was rather quick. It hopped on the ground ten times.
“Ten Days?”
After receiving a confirmation, Yun Chujiu’s heart became more and more anxious.
However, it was useless to be anxious. She had to think long-term.
After returning to the vicinity of the totem pillar, Yun Chujiu asked Mao Qiu and the others to brainstorm and see if they could think of a way to break it.
She picked up Xiao Baiyun and checked its condition. Xiao Baiyun was still in a daze, but it seemed that its life was not in danger.
Yun chujiu sighed and put it aside. She frowned and fell into deep thought.
At this moment, in Xiao Baiyun’s cloud core, Xiao Baiyun’s spiritual sense was curled up in a corner. It looked like a pitiful little thing.