"Don't just focus on running, everyone! Let's pull together and lend a hand, otherwise, given the current situation, I'm afraid no one will escape alive," a thin old man shouted in a deep voice as he ran, having just yanked a bald, burly man back into the group.
"What possible solution is there in this situation? It's all about whose speed is the fastest," the moment the old man finished speaking, a disdainful voice immediately rang out from the crowd.
Lu Xiaotian kept quiet as he mingled within the team. His speed could only be considered moderate, showing nothing out of the ordinary. In his heart, however, he felt somewhat anxious; the thin old man was right, at this rate they would likely not escape with their lives.
"I do happen to know of a place where we might escape this disaster, but given my current strength, I'm afraid I won't be able to run much further. If you all are willing to lend a hand, I'm willing to take you there together. If you're unwilling, then we can only die together." Inside the crowd, a young girl with mediocre features yet an extremely alluring figure spoke at a rapid pace, a thin layer of sweat covering her face.
"Nonsense! You're a cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Early Stage, what kind of solution could you possibly have?" the young cultivator who had previously refuted the thin old man snorted.
"Shut up and listen to her," Lu Xiaotian barked angrily.
"Good boy, truly acting quite arrogant. Just wait until this crisis passes, and see how I deal with you." The young cultivator glared at Lu Xiaotian with a fierce look still lingering on his face.
Lu Xiaotian's eyes narrowed slightly, a flash of murderous intent crossing them, and he surged forward