A profound blackness began descending endlessly from the sky, like a barrier continuously falling.
Luo Bingxin and Ying Gou both instinctively poured their Divine Power into it, hoping to see exactly what the descending Black Curtain was. Yet no matter how hard they tried, all they could see was boundless darkness and despair.
"It's fine. At our current speed..."
Ying Gou had wanted to comfort Luo Bingxin, to say that they would definitely escape safely. With their current movement speed, they would surely leave the area covered by the black curtain before it descended.
Who could have expected that the words at his lips would feel so lacking in confidence that he instinctively swallowed them back down?
How could this be? How was this possible?!
Ying Gou was utterly shaken.
He could clearly sense that there had been a fixed distance between himself and that black curtain.
Yet after traveling several kilometers, he was shocked to discover that the distance between himself and the black curtain had not shortened in the slightest.
Something's wrong! After Divine Power was infused into their eyes, the distance-measuring ability of a top-tier expert's vision was not only more precise than modern technology, but far faster as well. A single glance was enough to produce accurate data.
Not only had Ying Gou, the Corpse King, never made a mistake in this regard, even ordinary High Gods had never gone wrong. So how could something this inconceivable happen in today's battle?
"Are we... unable to get out?"
Luo Bingxin was not stupid. The moment Lin Yi lowered that black curtain, she had already sensed his intentions, not to mention Lin Yi's confident rhetorical question.
At that moment, she felt an unprecedented despair.
The passage of several thousand years began replaying continuously in her mind.
When she