Yet although they wanted to avoid its edge and flee the attack of the Yin Soldiers Borrowing Passage, a practical problem stood before them: where were they supposed to run?
The dense drumbeats reaching their ears were exceedingly strange, seeming to come from all directions. They had no idea which direction they truly originated from, much less how to choose the correct path to evade them.
If they chose correctly, they might indeed escape this calamity. But if they chose wrong and ran headlong into the Yin Soldiers Borrowing Passage, they would be delivering themselves like a meal, walking straight into the net.
As for waiting until the Yin Soldiers Borrowing Passage appeared before running, by then it would already be too late.
Xu Tingyun and Gan Mingfeng had both investigated this before. Such formations of yin spirits were incredibly bizarre. It was fine if one could not see them, but once they entered one's sight, escape became utterly impossible. Trying to flee would instead hasten one's death.
The reason the two of them had been fortunate enough to survive back then was, first, that there had been many experts present. Everyone scattered and fled, so a few were bound to escape by sheer luck. Gan Mingfeng and Xu Tingyun had been among them.
Second, they each possessed their own methods. At the very least, they had been able to protect their bodies against the onslaught of Yin Sha Qi.
Among them, Meng Zhao was likely the most confident. So long as he put on the Emperor Yu Battle Armor, any malevolent aura, no matter its form, would be scattered by his charge and could never threaten his life.
Even without revealing his Trump Card, Meng Zhao's own Martial Dao Cultivation was enough for him to handle this with effortless