Seeing the pursuers closing in, Ye Zhen and Hu Qingtong were no longer in any hurry.
Holding Chi Ling'er, they slowly made their way back through the swamp-like void at a turtle's pace.
This Myriad Fox Returning Heart Formation ought to have a limited range. Little Cat had only charged a few meters into it earlier.
Since the pursuers had arrived, they first had to leave the formation's range. Otherwise, staying inside this formation, Ye Zhen and his group would be living targets for their pursuers.
Fortunately, the range of this formation was fixed.
Ye Zhen's group had rushed two or three meters inside earlier. Now, after slowly retreating those same two or three meters, their bodies suddenly felt light, no longer burdened by that sensation of being mired in a swamp, where every step was difficult. They had escaped their predicament.
"Lord Ye, have you ever heard the saying, 'When a fox dies, it faces its native hill'?" Mirage Dragon Primordial Spirit Ah Chou's voice rang out in Ye Zhen's mind.
"I have. What about it?"
"Supposedly, the Fox Clan expert who created the Myriad Fox Returning Heart Formation back then used those four words to create this formation, one that gave countless people across the Myriad Worlds endless headaches. At the same time, the Myriad Fox Returning Heart Formation was known as the Fox Clan's Final Sanctuary. Through several great tribulations of heaven and earth, the Fox Clan had always preserved itself through this formation. They only declined because they brought ruin upon themselves. Otherwise, the Fox Clan's strength today would absolutely not be inferior to the Tiger Clan's," A-Chou said.
"Based on those four words, 'When a fox dies, it faces its native hill'?" Ye Zhen frowned, unable to make sense of it. "Is there a way