Chen Lin and his two companions raced through the passage.
The ground shook ever more violently, and the cracks overhead grew wider.
The three had no attention to spare for the dangers in the passage, nor any time to examine the other Ancient Witch corpses. They simply kept accelerating.
Their speed soared.
In less than the time it took an incense stick to burn, they had hurtled over a hundred li.
But their pursuers had arrived.
A Snow-White Flying Sword shot through a crack.
As though it had eyes, it pursued them through the passage, only for Chen Lin to knock it away with a slash.
But he, too, suffered a serious injury.
"This won't work. I'll clear the way ahead. We have to reach Damol Mountain before those Celestial Gods come down!"
Chen Lin shouted in a low voice.
After taking just one sword strike, he abandoned all illusions.
There were at least ten Red-Patterned Celestial Gods among their pursuers outside. The three of them had no chance of fighting back; they could only pin their hopes on the Damol Mountain God.
He activated his heart of indomitability.
Transforming into a giant ape, Chen Lin shielded his head with the Ghost King Saber and barreled through the passage like an enormous golden arrow.
He did not even dodge the bends, simply smashing straight through them.
Hu Sanniang and Long Xingzhou each grabbed one of his feet. With no need to fly themselves, they focused on attacks that might appear at any moment.
"Hmph, you won't escape!"
After they charged another hundred li or so, a cold, sinister voice suddenly rang out.
Then.
The view ahead brightened as sunlight streamed in.
An entire section of the passage's ceiling had been torn away!
A massive sword as broad as a door