"Don't just stand there! Keep running!"
The Tiger Chasing soldiers and cultivators were still immersed in the relief of having survived the catastrophe when Zhao Qi's loud shout came from ahead once more.
They immediately snapped back to their senses, not daring to delay in the slightest, and followed Zhao Qi as he led them running toward the other side of the mountain.
Boom!
At that moment, another tremendous crash rang out from the heavens.
After that deafening blast, they looked up to see countless black-red fireballs raining down.
Faced with such a terrifying sight, panic flooded their faces, and their feet moved several times faster.
The commanding general watched the fireballs drawing ever nearer overhead, equally worried and frantic.
"There's not much time left, Zhao Qi. How much longer..."
As he spoke, he turned toward Zhao Qi at his side, then abruptly fell silent.
For he discovered that despite the extreme urgency of the situation, Zhao Qi showed no sign of anxiety. There was only a calmness that put people at ease.
Perhaps it was an innate gift, or perhaps it had been tempered into him by an extraordinary upbringing.
What set Zhao Qi apart from others was that the more perilous the situation became, the calmer and clearer his mind remained.
When the situation was already dire, panic would only make you die faster. Only by staying clear-headed and rational could one find a sliver of life in a hopeless situation.
Just like that day when he faced the eighth-level cultivators of Blood Feather Hall—it was precisely this trait that allowed him to delay them until Hong Yao arrived to save him.
Otherwise, Liang Yi and he would both have certainly died that day.
And the current situation was already extremely urgent.
Though they had avoided the Crimson