The three continued deeper in the direction Lin Ming had sensed, weaving through the crisscrossing Spatial Rifts like fish through water.
Lin Ming released his soul power to its fullest, imprinting every spatial fluctuation within several thousand zhang into his mind. He guided Zi Yan and the Southern Heavenly King precisely through one invisible rift after another, each capable of tearing apart a Tier 9 supreme.
This was not the first time the Southern Heavenly King had witnessed their abilities, but whenever he saw Lin Ming casually avoid Spatial Turbulence that even he had to face with utmost concentration, he could not help but smile bitterly.
He was a Tier 9 supreme, an expert in the Northern Domain, yet before these two young men, he seemed more like an inexperienced junior.
After traveling for three days, the Spatial Rifts around them gradually became sparser.
The Southern Heavenly King had just breathed a sigh of relief and was about to say something when the space ahead suddenly began to ripple violently.
The fluctuations were wildly chaotic, as if something were crashing outward from the depths of space, stirring the entire void like boiling water.
The next instant, an ear-piercing tearing sound rang out. The distorted space was ripped open from within, and four bedraggled figures tumbled out.
The first to emerge was an old man, thin and gaunt, clad in a dark gray robe. Half the hem had been sliced away by a Spatial Rift, revealing bloodstained trousers beneath.
The three behind him looked no better. Their clothes were tattered, their faces ashen, as though they had just taken a trip through the gates of hell.
The four figures had just escaped the Spatial Turbulence and had not even caught their breath before looking up and spotting Lin Ming's group.
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