"Su Chenghe, how much longer do you need?"
Fang Shenyan clutched the Prayer Wheel and fled, devoting almost all his attention to escaping.
Yet even that was nowhere near enough. The suffocating pressure behind him kept closing in, as though it could swallow him at any moment.
The "key" to opening the Eyeball Space was still in Su Chenghe's hands. These two minutes were meant to give them an opening to retrieve the bookmark.
He was supposed to buy two minutes, but could he really last that long?
Fang Shenyan dared not look back. He did not even know where to run. His only hope was to lure the Devouring Ghost away with the Prayer Wheel.
There were two anomalous ghosts inside the wheel. Although their abilities had already been absorbed by the Devouring Ghost, they could hardly be called unimportant. At the very least, the ghost was indeed still following him.
Nothing in the New World could prey on it, so simply running would never be enough to buy two minutes.
His only option now might be to take a gamble—Class 1, Grade 3.
In the old world, Class 1, Grade 3 had been Gao Zhihua's "lair." Following the theory of corresponding locations in the New World, could there be something unusual about this classroom too?
Fang Shenyan had never been there and knew nothing about it, but to stop the Devouring Ghost for two minutes, he could only rely on a power greater than that of anomalous ghosts.
Perhaps that being had left something in reserve in the New World's Class 1, Grade 3.
Meanwhile, in Class 2, Grade 3.
This place had all but become a burial ground for eye monsters. Walls formed from countless eyes and masses of flesh had completely sealed off the classroom,