"These restrictions are indeed extremely profound. Without taking some risks, it would truly be difficult to escape."
Sixteen days later, as a mass of mist swept and surged outward, five figures were abruptly flung out. They tumbled through the air before desperately stabilizing themselves.
Looking at the dense, cold, dark mist still surging behind them, Qin Fengming spoke with a solemn expression.
The other four also stabilized themselves and looked fearfully at the churning mist. For a moment, none of them said a word.
Over the past dozen or so days, the five of them had endured a truly stifling ordeal. Although they had not suffered any terrifying attacks, they had passed through three restrictions.
If not for Qin Fengming's extremely high attainments in formations, which allowed him to locate the weak points in the restrictions time and again, they would have needed several months to escape those seemingly endless formation restrictions containing the Xumi artistic conception, just as they had when entering.
Qin Fengming could be certain that they had returned to the original mountain range. The mist here was icy cold, and its aura was identical to what they had sensed before entering the altar grounds.
"Let's leave this mountain range first." Qin Fengming turned around, identified their direction, and spoke.
When they had entered, they had needed the disk in Liao Yuanshan's hand to guide them. Now, however, they no longer needed it. As long as they continued toward the exit, they could leave this icy mist.
Several days later, the group of five finally escaped the icy mist surrounding them.
"Fellow Daoist Liao, this place is safe now. Let us part ways here." As soon as they emerged from the mist, Qin Fengming spoke to Liao Yuanshan.
Although Liao Yuanshan had been of great help to