Zhishou's guess was exactly the same as Hanyu's.
If they were still short by the tiniest fraction, then without a doubt, that fraction lay with the few people in Central Continent.
But the problem now was that he had no way to return. Not only could he not go back, even the Artifact Spirit was completely helpless.
Inside the Heavenly Dao Bell, the man and spirit could still barely hold on. But the moment they left the bell's range, they would be in serious trouble.
Besides, would Guixu above them let them leave so easily?
The moment any of them stepped beyond the Heavenly Dao Bell's protection, they would likely be swallowed alive by the Sea Eye!
Guixu even seemed certain of victory, unable to resist letting out a strange, cackling laugh.
"Give up your futile struggle. I've seen too many people like you, and every one of them ended up buried in the Sea Eye. This place will be your final resting place, too."
Guixu even burst into a triumphant laugh, its smug voice echoing out of the Sea Eye again and again.
Suddenly!
One bolt, then two... No, countless azure tribulation bolts densely streaked toward the Sea Eye.
Dozens of miles away, the sky was just as completely obscured, but there, rolling tribulation clouds churned overhead.
The moment the old Daoist called down tribulation bolts with the Rule of Calamity, he nearly scared himself to death.
They should have been ordinary tribulation bolts, yet this time he had summoned red ones.
This naturally couldn't have been his doing.
The only explanation was that the tribulation bolts were helping them—or that Central Continent, already riddled with wounds, was helping them.
Knowing all this, the old Daoist was even more exhilarated. He immediately ducked into one of the fortresses.
Over