As Li Yan turned around, Gong Shanhe had already caught up.
"How are you holding up...?"
"Just give me some pills to replenish my magical power. This place is dangerous. I can still lend you a hand!"
Gong Shanhe wasted no words and asked directly for pills. He knew what Li Yan wanted to say: he wanted to put him into the spirit storage pouch as well.
As he spoke, Gong Shanhe shot upward first. Li Yan swiftly followed, and with a flash of light in his hand, he took out a bottle of pills...
Two days later, across a vast black swamp, two enormous whirlpools suddenly appeared on the mirror-smooth surface.
The instant the whirlpools formed, two figures shot into the sky, trailing sharp whistles as they tore through the air!
High above, Li Yan looked down at the rapidly closing whirlpools and withdrew the divine sense he had swept across their surroundings. No danger had appeared nearby.
"Goddamn it, we finally escaped that hellhole!"
Gong Shanhe looked at the long-missed sunlight spilling across their surroundings and let out a long breath. The curse slipped from his mouth, but joy shone in his eyes and brows.
He had no qualms about preserving his dignity as a powerful cultivator and spoke the word "escaped" without hesitation.
Over the past few days, they truly had been fleeing the entire way, not daring to stop for even a moment. Several more waves of wind pillars had swept over them along the way, and they could tell those pillars were being controlled by someone.
Perhaps because they had already put considerable distance between themselves and the mountain peaks at the lowest level, these attacks, though troublesome, could no longer prevent their ascent.
Even so, the wind pillars that blotted out the sky left