"Pave the way with their lives!"
Ming nodded. Dense spikes sprouted from the great shield in his hand, gleaming with bloodlust, and he hurled himself into the fissure.
"Fissure" was merely a name for a narrow passage connecting Guixu to the upper realm.
In reality, it was not a crack in the ground as one might imagine.
Inside, everything was chaos. Their Divine Sense could not reach far, and they could not distinguish directions at all. Countless tearing forces continually struck them from every side.
Cui Jiuyang instantly felt as though they were cats that had fallen into a washing machine-and this damned machine was an industrial model modified with a hundred-thousand-rpm motor and set to spin-dry!
Amid the dizzying upheaval, Ming struggled to keep his bearings and find a way to catch up and seize the rearmost Great Yaomo.
The tearing forces came from every direction, but there were always tiny gaps where those intersecting forces left an opening.
Although these openings constantly shifted, appearing and disappearing like the empty spaces in a kaleidoscope, they could still give them a momentary respite.
They had to keep moving from one opening, endure the tearing forces in between, and plunge into another, until they escaped this place and reached the upper realm.
The Dragon Princes' shattered Dragon Bodies could block the tearing force from a particular direction here, temporarily creating an opening.
Once inside, Cui Jiuyang instantly understood how these so-called fissures formed.
The void between Guixu and the upper realm was constantly squeezed by the upper realm and pulled by Guixu.
Faced with these two forces, which could be called the mighty powers of heaven and earth, this layer of void could not withstand tens of thousands of years of destruction, however boundless its mysteries.
Thus, the forces within the