Meanwhile, a kilometer away.
The light of the divine artifact in Leng Yulai's hand was slowly fading.
A slender, silvery-white streak hung in the air behind her.
But within just a few breaths, that rift swiftly closed toward its center.
In the end, only a few nearly transparent ripples in space remained.
Then they vanished completely.
The Spacetime Shuttle.
This divine artifact could forcibly tear open space and transport its wielder instantaneously.
That was precisely why Leng Yulai had dared to approach the Abyss's core region despite knowing how dangerous it had become.
Of course, she was no match for those Imperial Level Abyssal powerhouses.
Let alone the Black Empress and the Spirit Emperor here.
And that projection of the Abyssal Sage King, whose strength simply could not be measured by the standards of an ordinary Ultimate Douluo.
Just now, merely having several Imperial Level Abyssal powerhouses unleash their pressure at once...
Had already made her truly feel the sheer gulf in strength between them.
But being unable to beat them was one thing.
Whether she could escape was another matter altogether.
If a real fight broke out, she might not win.
But as long as she held the Spacetime Shuttle, at least not everyone who wanted to keep her there would necessarily succeed.
The spatial rift had only just closed.
Without even turning her head, Leng Yulai released her grip on Yun Ming.
Then, without ceremony, she tossed him aside.
There was nothing gentle about the motion. In fact, it was downright rough.
Thud!
Yun Ming crashed onto the rubble-strewn ground.
He was already grievously wounded, and his Four-Character Battle Armor had long since shattered in countless places.
Flung aside like this, his body rolled once across the ground.
The wound in his chest was immediately aggravated again.
Agony