His laughter had barely begun before it cut off abruptly. He sprinted away, then turned to look behind him. He was not the only one-Lu Feng stood frozen opposite him, utterly dumbstruck.
The pitch-black space had suddenly become dazzlingly bright. An opening more than three meters tall had appeared in the empty air ahead, and a shaft of light streamed through it.
Xiang Jiu had sensed that light just now and assumed it was another of Lu Feng's tricks. Only now did he realize there was nothing unusual about it. It was ordinary sunlight.
The entire space now looked like a house with a hole in its roof.
Sunlight, sunlight, sunlight... The word kept flashing through Lu Feng's mind. Suddenly, delight surged through him. What else could that be but an exit? He immediately activated the Greased-Soles Cultivation Technique and shot toward it in a streak of rainbow light.
Xiang Jiu wanted to stop him, but there was no time. He could only watch helplessly as Lu Feng rushed through the opening. With an angry roar, he made to pursue him.
Suddenly, he felt someone place a hand on his shoulder. Xiang Jiu looked back and saw the High Priest.
"Don't chase him. You've already lost!" The Witch Clan was proud, especially in circumstances like these.
How could Xiang Jiu accept the High Priest saying he had already lost? Forgetting even his respect for the High Priest, he shouted, "How have I lost? Where did I lose? I was merely caught off guard and fell for his trick!
"He's the one who fled! I'll recover right away. If I chase him out and fight him again, he'll definitely lose!"
The High Priest shook his head slightly and answered with a question of his own. "How many times normal gravity do