Boom!
The world was collapsing.
Everyone was fleeing.
Within the War Alliance's ranks, Venerable Lieyang charged out of the rift at the forefront. Behind him, Venerable Hanyue immediately acted, freezing the distorted Spatial Folds near the entrance so the War Alliance disciples behind them could pass through the rift more safely.
At the side, Venerable Duanyue continuously wielded the Law of Earth to assist Elder Lei in reinforcing the rift.
Having set out together this time, they were all familiar with one another and coordinated flawlessly at the fastest speed.
Every one of them pushed their speed to the utmost limit. They could all feel the terrifying, twisted pressure coming from the Abyssal Star Vortex beyond the rift.
The immense shadow of the Star Shuttle hovered outside the rift like a shelter.
When the last figure stumbled into the landing craft in utter disarray, Elder Lei's face darkened as he, Elder Yun, and Elder Tie simultaneously cut off their Law output.
That unstable gateway leading to the Saint's Tomb vanished completely into the eternal darkness and distortion of the Abyssal Star Vortex like a punctured bubble, disappearing with a soft "pop." Only violent tides of rules remained, roaring soundlessly.
They were safe for the moment.
Under violent tremors and immense pulling force, the landing craft struggled yet swiftly returned to the mothership.
The instant the heavy alloy hatch closed, an oppressive, murderous atmosphere spread through the cabin.
The atmosphere in the hall was as heavy as congealed blood.
The Human Race expedition had numbered nearly forty elites when it departed. Now, fewer than twenty could still stand. Every one of them was bathed in blood, their auras weak, and many had to support one another just to remain upright.
Yet every face bore a smile, whether faint or broad.
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