"Hmm? Someone nearby sent me a voice transmission..."
This sudden development left Tang Feng stunned.
He did have a voice-transmission soul slip, but because of Dizhen Domain's unusual rules, the transmission distance of refined voice-transmission talismans was generally not very far.
This was also an important reason why he had been unable to send a message back to the sect and ask others for aid.
But the changes before him allowed no time for further thought. He immediately gripped the voice-transmission soul slip in his hand, concealing it with a spell so others would not see it, and poured his soul power into it.
"Head for the misty part of the forest below, quickly!"
A voice came from within. The words were brief.
Tang Feng was first taken aback upon hearing what the other party said. The voice sounded somewhat familiar, but at such a critical moment, he could not recall who it belonged to.
"The forest below? Are there people from the sect here?"
The direction Tang Feng was fleeing toward was extremely remote. It was not that he had never considered fleeing toward places where more sect members might be found.
But after fleeing for some distance, he had immediately abandoned that idea, because he had also encountered people from the nine great powers and had nearly been blocked off.
Combining this with the guard army's sudden encirclement, Tang Feng realized that something must have gone wrong in the places behind them that the Soul Suppression Palace had attacked.
It would be fine if he could join up with sect cultivators, but he feared being caught in the middle of the enemy, especially while he was all alone.
He alone could not withstand that kind of bombardment, so he had immediately chosen to detour. What Tang Feng did