But what exactly was that person after? With such power, all of them were mere ants. If that person truly stood against them, they could simply kill them outright. Why go to such unnecessary lengths, expending so much effort to lay this trap?
Su Jiu thought of Yun Huanling, whose pursuers had abandoned the chase midway, of the many disciples of the Mystic Dharma Immortal Sect who had encountered ghost mist, of herself trapped in overlapping space, and of Dao Lord Qing Ci, whose stance remained unclear, as though he were merely watching a play.
Su Jiu kept feeling that some connection had to lie among these countless tangled threads...
"All right, stop letting your thoughts wander. It's time for us to leave."
Hearing her Junior Granduncle's voice, Su Jiu instinctively looked up. Only then did she realize that everyone else had already come over at some point.
Su Jiu swept her gaze over the wounded people around her.
"What do you plan to do once you get out of here?"
Hu Yucheng smiled bitterly. "What else can we do? Naturally, we'll go back the way we came. In our condition, venturing any deeper would be courting death."
Yang Guo could not help rolling her eyes. "So now you've finally come to your senses. You really won't shed tears until you see the coffin. You always have to suffer through something yourselves before you learn to treasure your lives."
Ning Fan said, "In your condition, you're bound to run into trouble even going back the way you came. Use Thousand-Mile Divine Movement to leave."
Hu Yucheng looked troubled. "The other disciples can use Thousand-Mile Divine Movement without any problem... it's just..."
Su Jiu glanced at Lin Jiaojiao and immediately understood his concern. Lin Jiaojiao was now a mortal, with no