"Flee southwest." Lu Xiaotian transmitted a sentence to the Iron Corpse Sheath, then immediately hurried back in the direction they had come from. He had never expected that, after racking his brains and spending several months escaping that damned place, he would now take the initiative to return. Truly, fate played cruel tricks. Still, judging from the situation before him, those several months had not been wasted. Without all that painstaking effort, he would have had no idea where to flee now that powerful enemies were pursuing him.
Even while fleeing, he did not forget to call out to the Iron Corpse Sheath. After all, under these circumstances, the Iron Corpse Sheath was his only powerful reinforcement.
"Southwest? That's the restricted zone. Fellow Daoist Lu, do you have some way to escape?" The Iron Corpse Sheath was somewhat doubtful, but his feet did not slow in the slightest.
"You'll know when you follow me. It's just that those two old Nascent Soul monsters probably won't let us leave so easily." Lu Xiaotian's face was full of worry.
"I nearly forgot that Fellow Daoist Lu is an extraordinary formation master. Using that restricted zone to escape would indeed be a good plan. As for those two old Nascent Soul monsters, you needn't worry too much. If their true bodies came, we would naturally be doomed ten times over. However, nothing in the Misty Hall is ordinary. Although it might not necessarily trap an old Nascent Soul monster, those old monsters wouldn't be able to act recklessly if they wanted to take the treasures. In their eyes, our lives are far less important than the various treasures left behind by the Misty Venerable. As long as it isn't their true bodies, we may still have a sliver of hope." The Iron Corpse