The Saints' expressions flickered unpredictably, their moods shifting between brightness and gloom.
"What do we do now..." Tang Lun and the other Saints also wore rather bitter expressions.
Dongfang Chun Jun's gaze grew slightly solemn.
He suddenly looked up at the sky. A glimmer flashed in his eyes, and he then used True Essence Voice Transmission to say, "Mu Haiji and I will hold this fellow back. The rest of you fly upward. Tang Lun, Leng Yao, Fang Shixing... everyone, follow my orders!"
The Purple Mist above everyone's heads had already grown extremely thin. Quite a few of those fine little bugs had dispersed, forming a gigantic hollow.
As long as they could escape this purple fog, everything would take a turn for the better.
People like Dongfang Chun Jun would not panic in the slightest, even when trapped in desperate circumstances.
He would only push his abilities to the limit. As for victory or defeat, survival or death, it was all up to fate!
"Good!"
Mu Haiji nodded without the slightest hesitation.
"But how do we deal with that big fellow?" Tang Lun asked.
"These creatures possess such speed because of their agile bodies. If this Little Monster can maintain its previous speed despite becoming so enormous, then dying here would be no injustice," Dongfang Chun Jun said with a faint smile.
As soon as he finished speaking, they heard a sharp swish.
"Anger's" enormous body leaped into the air like a mountain rising skyward, then came crashing down upon them.
"Everyone, move! Escape upward!"
Tang Lun shouted.
The Great Perfections and Sub-Saints had long since been prepared.
At that moment, they all flew upward...
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."
Tang Lun and the other Saints were slightly slower, as they needed to cover the retreat of the others.