The Road to Escape

"We're going to fall!" Xia Fan shouted.

"Hold our course. I'll carve out a path for you." Luo Qingqing gazed calmly ahead—like they sensed fresh prey being delivered to their doorstep, the ground's tentacles raised their heads one after another, seeking to drag the gliding group into the black fungal carpet. At her command, the Dragon Scale rapidly gathered together, forming the shape of a great sword.

"Open!"

With her sharp cry, the blade, as tall as five or six people, cleaved downward, instantly cutting a dazzlingly bright fissure across the ground!

The blazing light temporarily drove back the darkness and sent the Evil Spirit's tentacles writhing madly!

Only then did everyone realize that the Evil Spirit spread across the ground was seven or eight feet thick, looking no different from a deep pool accumulated over countless years.

Thanks to that strike, the people Xia Fan held beneath him were spared from falling into the Evil Spirit's body.

But the fundamental problem remained unresolved.

If there had only been three or four people, it would have been manageable. But with the weight of seven or eight, he had no way to gain altitude. No matter how slowly they glided, there would eventually come a moment when they hit the ground. Though Luo Qingqing had carved out a "runway," the Dragon Scale's glow had dimmed considerably. Moreover, quite a few Mei were still chasing them from the Skywell walls and overhead. If they paused even slightly, they would be surrounded and attacked from all sides.

To make matters worse, two Zhen Lamps suddenly went out, and the area they could illuminate shrank sharply again.

"This is bad." Li patted the bulb in her hand. "It seems to have malfunctioned."

Xia Fan's heart sank slightly.

Indeed, although these Zhen Lamps could shine,