The thunderous collapse of the Heaven-Reaching Hall swept across the bottom of the Buried Demon Abyss like a tsunami, carrying dust thick with fiendish energy. With Nangong Wan carrying Han Li and Han Yunzhi alongside them, the three streaked toward the top of the abyss like bolts of light, fleeing for their lives. Behind them, space continued to collapse amid raging torrents of energy. The slightest hesitation would leave them without even bones to bury.
Han Li endured his grievous injuries and the severe backlash from the Fiend-Burning Art. He frantically circulated his cultivation technique to suppress his wounds while extending what little spiritual sense he had left behind him, watching for any terrifying beings that might emerge from the ruins, as well as... ambushes by other survivors. The Mysterious Bone Token was nearly ruined, the Shadow Blade's spiritual glow had dimmed, and less than thirty percent of his spiritual power remained. This was his weakest moment since entering the Forbidden Land.
Nangong Wan was in slightly better condition, but the successive fierce battles and her final struggle against that terrifying suction had left her lovely face pale and her aura unsteady. The little fox on Han Yunzhi's shoulder was listless, clearly drained as well.
None of the three spoke as they fled. They all knew danger lurked on every side. Besides the destructive power of the abyss itself, the cultivators who had also escaped death-especially the surviving members of the Black Fiend Cult and Shadow Killer Sect-would never pass up this chance to throw stones at those trapped in a well.
Sure enough, just as the three were about to leave the region where the fiendish energy was thickest and approach the abyss wall, several piercing whistles suddenly came from behind and to the side! They were accompanied by