"If you're not badly hurt, stop playing dead. Get up and lead the way," Golden Shears said impatiently, glancing at Shen Luo.
Shen Luo cursed inwardly, hastily patched up the wound on his back, and staggered forward.
A group of Taiyi True Immortals trailing behind a Great Vehicle Stage cultivator was a rare spectacle indeed.
With Bai Chuan and the others behind him, Shen Luo had to be even more careful. Not only did he have to guard against spatial fissures, he also had to keep them from noticing anything suspicious.
He could therefore make his progress neither too smooth nor too difficult.
The deeper they went, the more spatial fissures appeared within the spatial passage. Shen Luo also discovered that space throughout the passage was folded, making its actual length far greater than it appeared to the eye.
Along the way, Shen Luo carefully selected a few spatial fissures to bump into or brush against. Soon, he was covered in wounds and drenched in blood.
In truth, however, he had inflicted all these injuries deliberately. They merely looked frightening and were not serious.
Even with him leading the way, the demons' progress was far from smooth. After all, even Shen Luo struggled to avoid many of the spatial fissures, let alone them.
One powerful demon failed to guard against an inconspicuous fissure beneath his feet and had his foot severed. Losing his balance, he fell toward a larger rift and was torn straight through at the waist.
Worst of all, his upper body was swallowed directly by the fissure. Even if the others wanted to save him, they could no longer turn back the heavens.
Several others were struck by fissures that suddenly expanded and suffered injuries of varying severity, though no one else died from them.
The group