Desperate straits...
It was already desperate straits...
As Wu Qi crashed into the soft earth of Mount Luofu, that thought flashed through his mind.
—If I don't risk my life now, I'll die...
He flailed his limbs, blasted away the soil, regained his breath, and shouted, "Senior Brother Fan! Old Xiao! Lu Longcheng! Are you alive? Is anyone still alive? Bai Liu! What about you?"
Thankfully, replies came quickly.
"Thanks for asking..."
"Won't die..."
"My life's tough..."
One after another, they crawled out of the dirt. They had all been thrown aside by a terrifying blast of wind. As Golden Core cultivators, they would have treated even a level-ten gale as nothing. But that blast had been nothing less than a shockwave. Half the vegetation on Mount Luofu had been shorn away, and large sections of the mountain had collapsed. Their luck had been poor, and they had been buried alive.
Still, thanks to that shockwave, the people pursuing them had also been scattered.
It gave these Ancient Method Cultivators a chance to catch their breath.
But only a chance to catch their breath.
Above them, golden radiance and black rosy clouds reflected one another, giving the noon sky a bizarre sense of being in another world.
The battle between the Lord of Luofu and the Lord of the Shattered Heavens Path had already begun.
"If we don't escape now, we'll be shaken to death sooner or later..." Lu Longcheng shouted.
Fan Zhongxing dug the packed dirt from his ears and asked, "How long until 'one day and one night'?"
"About a quarter of an hour," Chen Taihuan replied calmly. Only he still had the leeway to keep time.
"So we've been fighting for an entire day already..." Only then did Xiao Jizong feel a wave of exhaustion well up