Chu Yunsheng continued to walk through the surviving soldiers. His speed was not one minute faster than before, nor one second slower than before. He still walked slowly like he was not in a rush.
Behind him was a strip of particles that was glowing in the faint light. It was the residues of a part of the black-ridged insects that failed to merge with him. However, in the eyes of the soldiers, it was dazzling and mysterious.
It was a short street that was less than two hundred meters long, and anyone could walk past it within a minute or two. However, the soldiers felt like they were in purgatory. They anxiously hoped that Chu Yunsheng could walk past them as soon as possible, but they didn't know that Chu Yunsheng also felt like he was in purgatory.
He couldn't open his mouth to speak, as long as he opened his mouth, the blood that he tried to suppress in his throat would shoot out like an arrow.