"Finished!"
A look of panic appeared on the white-robed old man's face.
They had remained here for several decades, and their senses for the storms here had become extraordinarily sharp.
The Blade Wind seemed to be growing calmer.
Qin Shaofeng and the others might not have noticed it so clearly, much less known the reason.
But he understood it best.
This was the omen of a true Death Crisis descending!
"Only the last few thousand meters remain. Why is this happening?"
Cang Lang wailed as well.
Qin Shaofeng did not understand what they had sensed, but he could feel that Cang Lang, the white-robed old man, and the others who had come with them all seemed to carry the grief of facing death.
Yet not a single one of them harbored thoughts of hatred toward them.
Nor did anyone choose to abandon the people he had brought.
What was wrong with these people?
Qin Shaofeng had seen far too much of human nature. Faced with their behavior, he felt utterly baffled.
But upon hearing their words, he also understood that they truly would not make it in time.
Though his heart sighed in sorrow.
He still had no intention of stopping.
Cang Lang and the others had indeed described the Death Storm as terrifying.
But their cultivation was simply too weak, and their horizons could not possibly see through the abilities of stronger experts.
He firmly believed that even if the Death Storm truly was that terrifying.
With Ke Jiuxiao and the others acting in time, they would surely be able to save some people. All they had to do now was refuse to give up.
The thought had only just arisen when he suddenly felt a storm of terrifying proportions descend.
Even though he instinctively shielded Lan Cheng.
Nearly