Yang Jing transformed into nine streams of blue-black aura.
Seven were intercepted by the scarecrows, while the remaining two successfully broke through the obstacles.
They began to flee.
They moved incredibly fast.
Unnaturally fast.
They also fled in two opposite directions.
This undoubtedly made interception more difficult.
But...
Just as one of the streams of blue-black aura was about to leave the manor, a dark alley suddenly appeared before it.
It appeared without warning.
It was as if it had always been there, leaving the blue-black aura no time to brake.
It plunged straight inside!
"Heeheehee."
"Did you think you were the only one making preparations?"
"I've finished preparing too. Even without you helping me break the void with a single slash, Fierce Ghost Alley still appeared in the real world. It was a little slower, but it came at just the right time."
"Isn't that right?"
The woman's laughter was seductive.
Combined with her violently trembling, bulky body, the sight was extraordinarily jarring.
The dark alley behind her had vanished.
The alley that appeared directly before the blue-black aura looked especially real compared with its former illusory appearance behind her—so real that it seemed like an actual alley that had always existed there.
"Catching the turtle in the jar."
"Heeheehee."
Elsewhere.
The Prisoner Man also flickered and charged toward another mass of blue-black aura.
He was just as terrifying.
With every step, his movements were not particularly large, yet he always managed to shorten the distance between himself and the blue-black aura. It was not that he was fast; it was as if the spatial distance between them had been shortened.
As he moved, the chains covering his body clattered loudly.
This also slowed the blue-black aura.
Bringing them even closer together.
The two left the manor, one ahead