Zhou Zixing nodded without the slightest hesitation. He immediately turned and shouted to the remaining martial artists in the camp, "Everyone, follow me! Move quickly along the Flame Passage toward the Great Hall! Hurry, don't delay!"
Hearing Zhou Zixing's shout, the martial artists who were still badly shaken finally reacted. They put down what they were doing and gathered behind Zhou Zixing.
Every one of their faces was filled with fear and exhaustion, yet there was also a glimmer of hope for survival in their eyes. Back when they had been outside this valley, in the Outside World, they had never shown such expressions.
Out in the Martial Arts World, these people had been pillars of strength. Their power was all in the middle to high stages of Houtian, and they had almost never found themselves in a situation like this. But now they had.
Especially in this dark night, where they were being ambushed by Strange Beasts and could lose their lives with one careless move.
The scene from moments ago, when the gap in the flames had been opened and ten martial artists had been killed in an instant, still replayed over and over in their minds. How could they not be afraid?
Now, all the martial artists understood clearly that only by following Qian Ying and Zhou Zixing, under the protection of Xiantian Masters, would they have a chance to survive.
Qian Wantong also reacted at once. He quickly organized the remaining martial artists to follow at the rear of the group, while not forgetting to remind everyone to stay alert and not fall behind, afraid that they might suffer another ambush from the Black Shadows during the transfer.
The camp instantly became busy. The martial artists hurriedly packed up a few things, then followed Zhou Zixing