"Old Lu, run!"
Tang Yuan's voice came from the distance almost at the same time.
Lu Feng watched the people who had left earlier come charging back in a great rush, and his gaze could not help settling on Ruo Shui at their center.
She could actually run freely now?
Nearby, Jiang Ruoyun was gathering Wen Guang's storage item and Lu Feng's sword scattered across the yellow sands. Watching this from afar, she too froze in shock. "What happened? Has her poison been cured?"
Very quickly, the two noticed something was wrong.
Among the group were Tang Yuan, Ye Fan, and the others. Only Zhu Yizhong was missing.
Without time for further questions, Lu Feng hastily took the sword and Storage Ring Jiang Ruoyun handed him, then fled the area at top speed with Tang Yuan's group.
After weighing their options, everyone unanimously decided to widen the distance sideways along the flank of the Undead Storm behind them.
Only that way might they escape the storm's sweeping reach.
After everyone had run several li together.
Miao Qiuyun spoke weakly, "No... I can't run much farther."
Because of the gap in strength, keeping up with everyone had already pushed her to her limit.
Tang Yuan panted heavily. "This storm is far too fast. We can't keep running like this. It'll be hard to escape its range, and sooner or later, it'll drag us in."
"Gather around me!" Fourth Uncle suddenly spoke, his face filled with resolve. "I once learned a powerful defensive formation. If we pool everyone's strength, there may be some hope of surviving this storm's rampage."
Lu Feng looked back at Fourth Uncle. Seeing Blood Qi already rising around him, he immediately understood that the defensive formation he spoke of was no ordinary one. It was most likely a