Whether it was Chi Yunsang or Lu Xiaotian, neither had any solution at the moment. Seeing that the Iron Corpse Sheath seemed familiar with this area, and with no other way out, they gave it no further thought and followed the Iron Corpse Sheath in a frantic escape.
After fleeing for over two hours, the three of them hovered above a dried-up riverbed. Before them stood a small, desolate hill several dozen zhang high.
"Both of you, attack with me. Join forces and break this mountain apart. There is still a hiding place within it; perhaps it can help us avoid this disaster." The Iron Corpse Sheath spoke with a grave expression. "These restrictions are collapsing so quickly. Those Nascent Soul old monsters must have entered and encountered some obstruction, forcing them to attack. If we do not find a place to shelter soon, I fear we will die without even a burial ground!"
"Are you certain?" Chi Yunsang asked coldly.
"If I were certain, would I need to ask? Do you have a better idea?" the Iron Corpse Sheath snapped back.
"No matter what, we should find somewhere to set foot first. Under these circumstances, nowhere is absolutely safe. We can only gamble on our luck," Lu Xiaotian said.
"Then let's do it!" Chi Yunsang nodded.
All three were decisive and ruthless by nature; once they made a decision, they never dragged their feet. For their own survival, none held anything back. The Iron Corpse Sheath's attack, Chi Yunsang's pagoda, and the Earthsplitter Saber Lu Xiaotian cleaved out after using the Devouring Soul Art struck the small hill before them in rapid succession, almost at the same instant.
The hill shuddered under the powerful assault. With a cracking sound, it burst open, revealing another world within: flights of stone