Chi Jiuxiao carried An Hao in a swift flight, fleeing past dozens of forked paths before they suddenly shot into a vast palace. Its length and width were hard to gauge. The hall was dim, with rows upon rows of stone pillars standing inside, oil lamps hanging from them. The flames of most of the lamps had already gone out.
The moment they entered the hall, An Hao felt an icy wind rush into his face, making him shiver despite himself.
Before he could think any further, a terrifying killing intent struck from behind.
A dark-red long scarf shot out from the darkness, swiftly sweeping past the two of them, circling around ahead, trying to bind them.
Chi Jiuxiao took out the Dragon-Slaughtering Spear and hurled it forward. A dragon's roar exploded, and a golden dragon condensed into being, its golden light dazzling the entire palace.
The golden dragon formed by the Dragon-Slaughtering Spear slammed fiercely into the dark-red scarf, whipping up a violent gale that ravaged the space inside the hall.
An Hao only felt as though he were about to be swept away. Fortunately, Chi Jiuxiao was holding him up, but even so, he was in great discomfort.
Chi Jiuxiao sprang up, the tips of his toes landing on the Dragon-Slaughtering Spear. He flipped over, leaping past the dark-red scarf, then turned to look.
The dark-red scarf was like a red river sinking into the depths of the darkness, its end impossible to see.
Figures attacked from every direction, quickly surrounding them.
Qin Xunyin flew in from directly ahead. He landed less than ten zhang from An Hao and the other, and said with a smile, "Chi Jiuxiao, where else do you think you can run?"
Chi Jiuxiao put An Hao down and said coldly, "You want to