In the distance, the spatial rift looked like a torn-open canopy of heaven, from which thunderous booms rang out one after another.
Those deafening roars sounded like ancient Fierce Beasts bellowing, and with an earth-shaking force, they abruptly jolted the sleeping Su Fan awake.
His body shot up from the ground like an arrow loosed from a bow. His wary gaze flashed like two razor-sharp icy blades as it swept rapidly across his surroundings.
After a while, Su Fan's taut nerves gradually relaxed, and he finally came back to his senses.
Su Fan let out a long breath, then dropped heavily back onto the ground.
On the other side of the spatial rift, so many Integration Stage powerhouses from Manggu Heaven had already rushed over to reinforce the defense. If they could not even hold that crack, they might as well bash their heads against it and die.
There was no need for him to worry about the other side of the spatial rift anymore.
Just then, the palm-sized Ghost Crow flapped its small but powerful wings and lightly landed on his shoulder, chirping incessantly.
Su Fan turned his head and gently stroked its little head.
"Mm... Thanks for the effort..."
At the same time, the enormous phantom of "Xuxu" slowly emerged in the air beside him. The fellow swayed its body, doing its best to make its presence felt.
Su Fan raised a hand and gently patted its massive head, his movements full of reassurance.
After thinking for a moment, his eyes sharpened, and he sent a strand of thought to Xiao Ning.
"Martial Aunt... When are we leaving Black Mountain Fortress..."
At that moment, his condition was terrible. His Spiritual power was in chaos, his physical body was utterly exhausted, and he only hoped to leave this danger-ridden