All along their flight, they might encounter ground fissures, collapsing skies, crumbling mountains, tsunamis... all manner of natural disasters came one after another.
They watched with their own eyes as the great fleeing crowd around them dwindled one by one.
Gong Qi and Gong San were in a miserable state. They had only managed to hold on until now by relying on the Heaven and Earth Immortal Veins they had seized in the previous space.
They did not even dare look back.
The moment they looked back, they would inevitably see surging cold currents like tidal waves and horrifying ice sculptures.
At times, Gong Qi could not help wondering: could they truly survive this disaster?
But that was only a fleeting thought.
After all, preserving their lives was what mattered most right now.
By the time there was no one left beside them, no one knew how many cycles the sun and moon above had changed through.
Gong Qi and Gong San had grown gaunt and emaciated, their breaths weak. They could barely keep the Ice Phoenix Immortal Art circulating within them to resist the cold tides assailing them from all sides.
Just then, an earth-shaking roar suddenly rang out above them.
Gong Qi and Gong San raised their heads and looked into the distance at the same time.
They saw a black colossal dragon burst from the layers upon layers of icy peaks. Its silhouette towered like a mountain, and demonic qi rolled thickly around its body.
Compared with the Nether Sea Earth Dragon Gong Qi had once seen, its aura was not inferior in the slightest.
No, it was not merely one dragon.
Black clouds coiled overhead, as though the vault of heaven were about to split apart.
During this period of escape, Gong Qi had not failed