Unfortunately, before his palms could strike together, boom... the entire transmission passage erupted with another massive blast.
"Oh no... this is bad!" Soul Cultivator Xiao Hua, who was exerting himself to activate his soul arts, cried out. "The divine sense marker we left behind has vanished! I can't sense it at all!!"
"How... how could that be? Didn't we already escape from the Heavenly Prison?" Xiao Hua, who had just felt that after reaching rock bottom, fortune had turned at last, felt his heart instantly turn cold. Within the fragments of time, although the divine sense marker had been faint, it could still be tracked. Why had it vanished after leaving the time fragments and reaching what should have been a safe place?
Unfortunately, Xiao Hua had no time to ponder it. The transmission passage that had been laid out before him began collapsing toward them with a rumble, while within the black-and-white radiance, the savage fangs of spatial force revealed themselves once more!
"Hiss..." Seeing this, Xiao Hua suddenly felt a strange familiarity. An inconceivable thought arose in his heart. Could it be... that I had once experienced the collapse of a transmission passage before?
Of course, Xiao Hua was no longer the ignorant youth he had once been. Ghostly green radiance flickered around him, and countless soul threads shot forth, propping up several hundred zhang of the transmission passage ahead. Then he rubbed his hands together, sending thick crystalline beams into the surrounding air. In an instant, enormous lightning gathered into a sphere and shielded the passage.
Crack, crack... Explosive sounds erupted endlessly beyond the lightning. Beads of sweat the size of soybeans gradually formed on Xiao Hua's forehead. After all, resisting the vast might of heaven and earth with one man's strength was not something an ordinary