The Little Cang Realm.
At the highest tea pavilion in the Daoist Grounds.
"Those World Eaters just now... they were coming for us, weren't they?"
"They were heading toward the place we came from. The Boundary Sea is so vast-how could there be such a coincidence? Most likely, yes."
The four of them, feeling cold sweat break out all over, exchanged glances, each seeing profound relief in the others' eyes!
Then Ling Weizi and Jiang Yi abruptly realized something, and a trace of admiration involuntarily entered their gazes as they looked at Wang Ba.
Had Wang Ba not insisted on leaving, taking the Little Cang Realm away practically the very next day after the Great Calamity before notifying everyone and overriding all objections-
Had they truly waited until everyone finished discussing it-
Judging by the astonishing presence, numbers, and speed of that teeming horde of World Eaters, the entire Little Cang Realm would probably have been utterly extinguished before long.
There was no other possibility.
Zhao Feng was the first to recover. He looked at Wang Ba with a grave expression.
"Junior fellow disciple, can Fanming go any faster?"
Wang Ba shook his head slightly.
How could he not want Fanming to fly faster? But Fanming was carrying an entire world. Even though Wang Ba had nearly emptied it, it was still a world. With that burden, even disregarding the drain on stamina, doubling his speed was already the limit.
And he could not sustain that state for long.
"Direction! Right, we need to change direction!"
Ling Weizi also reacted and offered his analysis:
"We're flying in a straight line. They might be able to see us. If we adjust our direction slightly, even if they reach that place and discover we're gone, they won't be able to catch up