East Sea Dragon Clan, Long Jiangzuo! To be an unparalleled heavenly prodigy, it came down to one thing: you had to have sharp eyes and know what was what. Only then could you live longer, survive further, and directly cash in on your own talent.
The two of them fled with all their might.
But even so, the swarm of demons behind them clung on like maggots in the bone, following as closely as shadows, as if they would never be satisfied unless they caught them outright.
"The power of space. A teleportation formation. We don't know where it leads, but this really is our chance. We gamble everything."
Qin Jiuge sensed several spatial passages.
In this Ancient Secret Realm, which could also be called an Ancient Sect, the various checkpoints within the sect originally corresponded to one another, so what Qin Jiuge said could not exactly be called wrong.
"Then that settles it."
Fahai was also someone with a heavy gambling streak; otherwise, he would never have done something so all-in just now.
The two of them jumped straight into the spatial passage.
The next moment, Kunpeng, Golden-Winged Great Peng, and the Half-step Supreme Realm members of the Demon Race arrived here. However, their gazes carried a hint of dread as they looked at the spatial passage, and one after another, they cooled down, able to sense that the spatial power inside the passage was unstable.
"If their luck is bad, forget Half-step Supreme Realm cultivators like them—even someone truly in the Supreme Realm would still have only one road there: death."
"What now?"
"Do we keep chasing?"
Golden-Winged Great Peng looked toward the great Kunpeng.
The great Kunpeng gave a sneering laugh. "They've entered this spatial turbulence."
"Even if they don't die, they'll be badly wounded."
"Go back