The moment Ye Zhen sensed the Fire Spirit Energy imprint he had left in the passage behind them shatter, his expression turned grave.
A distance of two thousand li meant that for a Dao Realm expert flying at full speed, it would not even take half a quarter-hour—at most, three hundred breaths.
Even if Ji Gongyue, the Three-Eyed Demon Race's Second Elder, did not dare to sprint at full speed through this passage and had slowed down somewhat, Ye Zhen only had a little over half a quarter-hour left.
"Dao Realm experts from the Devil Race are coming after us. Is there any other passage out of here?" Ye Zhen asked Wang Baimu.
"Dao Realm experts from the Devil Race are coming after us?" Wang Baimu swallowed nervously, then shook his head fiercely. "No, there are no other passages here."
"Really none?"
Ye Zhen did not quite believe him. "If there is no passage, the Devil Race's Dao Realm experts will block us in here and trap us to death."
As he spoke, Ye Zhen made as if to toss Wang Baimu into the Mud Swamp Lake before them, scaring Wang Baimu into shrieking.
"There really isn't!"
"There really isn't! I would never joke around with my own life."
Watching Wang Baimu shake his head like a rattle-drum, Ye Zhen's brows furrowed into a deep crease.
If he did not come up with a proper arrangement, the Devil Race's Dao Realm experts would catch him like a turtle in a jar.
Against one Mid Dao Realm expert, Ye Zhen might still be able to contend for a while if he laid all his trump cards on the table. But if there were two, that would be troublesome.
More importantly, Ye Zhen had no intention of letting the Three-Eyed Demon Race's