The Shadow Streamer fled madly like an arrow racing through viscous ink, at a speed beyond ordinary perception.
Behind it, the Death Array had erupted completely, like a beehive struck by a boulder.
Piercing alarms shrieked, icy energy scans swept across the area, and a dark torrent formed by countless Shadows of the End, vast enough to blot out the sea of stars,
came surging in madly from every direction, trying to utterly crush that trace of "offense."
Ying Sha burned his Shadow Origin to the very limit. Every turn, every traversal, every plunge into deeper folds of shadow
was accompanied by waves of agony from his body, pain that nearly drove him to collapse.
Yet that dark-gray figure was like a flame of embers that would never go out, erupting with astonishing resilience and speed in the face of certain doom.
"Seeker! Calculate the optimal escape route! Block some of the energy-lock interference from behind!"
Even while fleeing at high speed, Ming Xin remained calm at his core, urgently issuing orders through his divine sense.
He could sense at least three powerful auras at the late Supreme stage or above clinging tightly to them like bone-deep parasites, and the distance was slowly closing!
Farther away, even more Shadows of the End were flanking them from other sections of the array!
"Calculating! Fifteen degrees to the left ahead lies a belt of Shadow Energy Turbulence that can temporarily disrupt tracking senses!
After entering, immediately turn right seventy-three degrees and sneak along the Shadow Matter Deposition Ridge. This will avoid most frontal pursuers!
However, large clusters of low-tier Shadows of the End remain on the flanks... Estimated time before they catch up again: thirty breaths!"
The Seeker's Light Mist pressed close to Ming Xin. With its processing power at full