"Left, a thousand zhang away!"
Su Shi'er held his breath, forcing down the searing pain in his sea of consciousness as he swiftly looked in another direction.
"Though the spatial fluctuations there are chaotic, a force has been flowing outward the entire time.
"If I am not mistaken, it should lead to the outskirts of the secret realm. But... that path may not hold for long.
"If you wish to leave safely, you had best make haste."
"Move!"
Before Su Shi'er could finish, Pan Cangheng's voice came from behind.
Hearing him, Pan Yue drove forcefully off the ground.
Boom!
The ground collapsed.
His burly frame shot out like an arrow loosed from the bow, charging straight toward the direction Su Shi'er had indicated.
Hu Meier and several Kuafu Clan members followed close behind.
The moment they left, the crack in the mountain wall that Pan Cangheng had punched open twisted violently before abruptly snapping shut.
A vast stretch of rocks near the fissure vanished soundlessly.
Catching the sight from the corner of his eye, Pan Yue's eyelids twitched.
"You've got sharp eyes, I'll give you that!"
"I merely happened to notice a few clues."
Su Shi'er answered calmly.
As soon as the words left his mouth, another wave of agony crashed through his sea of consciousness, and he hurriedly shut his eyes again.
Forcing his divine sense earlier had further aggravated his injuries.
But with their lives on the line, there was no time to care about such things.
Under normal circumstances, a distance of a thousand zhang was no more than the blink of an eye for those present.
Yet now, as the secret realm collapsed in full, the scenery around them shifted rapidly with every step they took.
In only a few moments,
the distance that had been