It took longer to tell than to happen.
From the strange movements and sounds that came from deep within the Circular Great Hall, to the swarms of Black Shadows that rushed out and formed a crescent formation before charging at everyone, less than five minutes had passed.
In that brief span, it had become a life-and-death situation for the martial artists outside the hall who had no time to retreat. The martial artists in Qian Ying's team were being chased by the Black Shadows, already at a crisis point where life and death came down to speed. The martial artists ran ahead while the two Xiantian old men blocked the Black Shadows behind them.
Unfortunately, there were far too many Black Shadows, and they had formed a crescent formation. The two tips of that crescent were already about to catch up to the fleeing martial artists.
The two Xiantian Martial Artists' resistance was like reefs blocking a great wave. But elsewhere, there was no way to stop them.
At the rear of the group, several martial artists who had fallen behind heard Qian Wantong's anxious shout. Each of them clenched their teeth and poured every last bit of Qi remaining inside the body into their legs, sprinting desperately toward the wide-open doors of the great hall.
Only a few dozen meters remained before the hall doors. The hope of survival was right before their eyes, and deep down, every one of them was frantically urging themselves to be a little faster, to take just a few more steps.
But their cultivation had long since been fixed, and the limits of their bodies were right there. No matter how urgent they felt, they could not simply burst out with speed beyond their own cultivation. Even if they forcibly drove their qi