Xu Ying and Yuan Weiyang exchanged a glance, secretly delighted.
As the saying went, being near a ruler was like being near a tiger. Zhou Qiyun was no ruler, but his moods were unpredictable, and no one knew when he might suddenly strike and kill them.
This time, Zhou Qiyun had been surrounded by the Son of Heaven of the Underworld Court and a host of Ghost Nuo Immortals. Even if he fought his way out, he would likely suffer severe injuries and have no chance of catching them again.
This was absolutely the best opportunity to escape!
Suddenly, another terrifying wave surged over and slammed into the Great Bell. With a resounding clang, the falling Great Bell was hurled high into the air, tumbling and rolling before plunging somewhere unknown.
"It's fine, it's fine."
Xu Ying wore the air of a seasoned veteran as he consoled everyone. "I've seen plenty of situations like this. Master Zhong will definitely pull through. Master Zhong, right? Master Zhong? Master Zhong! Wake up... Don't worry, it just falls unconscious on a regular basis. It'll be fine soon."
The Great Bell swept over mountain ranges and flew an unknown distance before crashing to the ground with a series of clangs. It bounced up, crashed down again, rolled and tumbled countless times, and finally came to a reluctant stop.
Inside the Great Bell, Yuan Qi was the first to roll out. He lay flat on his back, limp as a strip of leather—his bones had been shaken apart again.
Xu Ying's entire body was numb and sore, and his legs were weak. He managed to stagger out of the Great Bell.
Behind him, Yuan Weiyang had just stepped out of the Great Bell when she lost her footing and sat down on the ground. She