With a strange whoosh, the white light that seemed capable of drowning a person suddenly contracted. Then Daoist and the other three felt the space around them jolt and twist.
The next moment, they found themselves beneath blue skies and white clouds, above a vast expanse of land—it was the airspace where they had previously fought Youming.
"What happened?" Daoist swallowed and looked around. "Could it be that Long Aotian managed to break that Seven Days of Creation?"
Apart from the four of them, there was not a single living creature around. Rosalind, Youming, and the people from the Tribunal were nowhere to be seen.
The four of them extended their senses to the fullest, even turning their own "axes" to peer into the workings of the spatial laws around them, yet they discovered nothing.
Zhao Kuang said, "I don't know the exact situation, but all six people within the Seven Days of Creation formation vomited blood and died. Perhaps that madman has already broken most of the formation."
Xiang Ba said, "So Rosalind is facing that madman alone now? Hmph! She's underestimating us too much, isn't she?"
The monk pressed his palms together. "Benefactor Xiang, in our current condition, even if we tried to help, we would only get in the way." Xiang Ba snorted and waved the Purple Lightning Saber indignantly. "Not necessarily."
Suddenly, Zhao Kuang said, "Someone's coming!"
The four instantly went on guard and looked over, only to see two figures streaking toward them like lightning.
"It's you?"
The newcomers were Yin Kuang and Wang Ning. With Lu Xialeng and Tan Shengge's assistance, they had reached this place without hindrance. Seeing Zhao Kuang, Xiang Ba, and those familiar yet unfamiliar faces, Yin Kuang could not help speaking out. However, since Lu Xialeng had appeared before them,