"Lin Qingmo! What do we do now?"
Zi JI clenched her teeth, her voice trembling.
Lin Qingmo's heart pounded like a war drum, and great beads of cold sweat seeped from his forehead.
His thoughts tangled like a skein of hemp.
They couldn't win.
They couldn't escape.
If they truly let this old monster follow them out through the passage, they would all go to their graves with him!
More terrifying still, on the Douluo Continent outside, who besides Di Tian could stop this ancient god of slaughter?
Were they going to bring disaster to the outside world with their own hands?
He had to find a way to stop him!
They had to keep him sealed inside the Burial Sea!
His mind raced frantically, countless ideas flashing through it only to be rejected.
Before he could devise a solution.
An intensely dazzling white light suddenly flared ahead.
A sea breeze carrying a salty, briny scent rushed in through the passage's exit.
Everyone's vision blurred.
An intense sensation of weightlessness swept through their bodies.
The next instant.
Their view opened up.
Above them stretched a cloudless blue sky, the blazing sun hanging high.
Below lay a magnificent expanse of azure ocean, stretching as far as the eye could see.
Brilliant sunlight spilled across the sea, making its surface glitter.
They were out!
They had made it out alive!
Lin Qingmo steadied himself and gulped down the fresh air of the outside world.
Zi JI and Da Ming even felt on the verge of collapse, every ounce of strength drained from their bodies.
They all turned to look back.
In midair, the spatial rift had lost its supporting energy and was rapidly shrinking.
The passage, over ten feet wide, dwindled to an extremely thin black line in the blink of an