It would not be an exaggeration to say that being able to seize that fleeting moment and pinpoint the perfect chance to escape was already an exceedingly difficult feat.
Yet even under such dire circumstances, those vicious, damned bastards still refused to let them off, biting down tight like a pack of starving wolves.
For this very reason, Lü Ruoxue and her group did not dare linger too long in any world.
They could only race without stopping, shuttling back and forth between different worlds, hoping to evade those pursuers who clung to them like shadows and haunted them like lingering Yin Souls.
Time flowed on, and the years flew by like a shuttle.
Several years passed in a hurry, and during that long span of time, Lü Ruoxue and the others finally managed to recover from their injuries to a certain extent.
However, they knew full well that this was far from the time to relax. Thus, the moment their condition improved even slightly, they immediately set out again without hesitation.
Without wasting a single moment, Lü Ruoxue and the others decisively unleashed their powerful strength, instantly tearing open the barriers of space and time and resolutely leaving the world that had once granted them a brief chance to catch their breath.
Yet who could have expected that not long after they departed, more than ten menacing figures suddenly appeared in this world like ghosts.
The leader was particularly eye-catching. A pair of imposing dragon horns rose from his head, while his handsome features seemed as though they had been meticulously sculpted by a master craftsman.
Yet within his eyes gleamed a heart-palpitating golden light, like two burning flames filled with boundless majesty and killing intent.
As the man lightly waved his hand, a miraculous scene unfolded—a massive Space-Time