Time was up.
The entire Necropolis of the Gods suddenly shuddered. It was not a single patch of ground shaking, but the whole space giving off a muffled rumble from deep within its foundations.
High above everyone's heads, ripples of law spread outward in rings. Then a black passage slowly split open in the void, its edges shimmering with the same black halo as the entrance staircase.
The passage was deep and dark inside, as though it led into the endless void, but a clear sense arose in everyone's hearts-this was the way out.
On the grasslands of the tenth layer, Desri straightened his back, and Fain unconsciously tightened his grip on his sword hilt. Identical black passages appeared on the other layers, with people continually flying out of them.
Human Saints and magical beast experts emerged from various places one after another. Besides the eight, including Bebe and Wangcai, another twenty or so experts had survived.
Not one of those who had survived the ten years had escaped brushes with death.
Wangcai spotted Loa from afar. A streak of purple light cut across the sky, and Wangcai barreled into Loa's leg, raising his head and wagging his tail hard enough to stir the air. "Boss! I'm back!" Loa looked down at Wangcai and reached out to rub his head.
After ten years apart, Wangcai's size had barely changed, but the thunder element circulating around him was more restrained and pure than before. Clearly, his trials in the Necropolis of the Gods had not been wasted.
Bebe leaped off Wangcai's head, turned into a black shadow, and landed squarely in Beirut's arms.
He nuzzled his little head against Beirut's chest, a rare trace of docility in his voice. "Grandpa Beirut." Beirut looked down at Bebe in his arms and reached