The ground beneath their feet split open in a great fissure. Han Tu was certainly down below. Bolands, Blood Spirit, and Gilbert exchanged glances, but none of them intended to leave.
"Get down there!" Bolands pointed at the Han Family Guards behind him, signaling for them to leave immediately.
Over the years, the guards had spent the most time under Bolands's instruction. They dared not disobey him under any circumstances. Without hesitation, they plunged into the fissure leading underground, one after another.
The smile faded from Miller's face. A gentle, warm breeze blew from his palm, and in an instant, another Wind Barrier formed over the fissure beneath the three men's feet. The few guards who had gone down were violently bounced back!
"I said you couldn't escape, and that means no one is leaving!" Miller's expression was stern as he walked toward Han Hao, step by step. With each step, a small whirlwind formed beside him and flew off in a different direction.
Han Hao, who watched Miller as though facing a formidable enemy, narrowed his eyes. With a whoosh, the seven Bone Spikes on his back flew free and stabbed fiercely into the Wind Barrier blocking the fissure.
Riiip!
The sound of tearing cloth rang out, and the Wind Barrier Miller had formed shattered instantly.
"Get down there!" Bolands shouted urgently.
The Han Family Guards who had just been bounced back by the Wind Barrier tensed at his words. Throwing caution aside, they hurled themselves back in, disappearing into the fissure one after another.
This time, they met no resistance.
"You three, leave too!" Han Hao did not turn around. An eerie red light blazed in his Purple Demon Eye as he stared fixedly at Miller's approaching figure. Hideous, chilling apparitions emerged one after another on the Bone