"You just went to the exit and came back?" Shi Chun and An Wuzhi were astonished, it couldn't be possible after all, considering the distance that lay ahead.
"Quick, the people from Shudao Mountain are coming!" Chu Jingtang shouted urgently.
Shi Chun and An Wuzhi looked towards his back, and indeed, in the far-off space tinged with a faint redness, vague figures rushed towards them.
A wise man knows better than to take a disadvantage, so the three of them disappeared in a flash, with Chu Jingtang whisking both away on a gust of Wind Scale.
But the Divine Fire in An Wuzhi's hand was too conspicuous in this dim environment; the pursuers behind suddenly sent out a soaring streak of light.
Bang! An explosion resounded high in the sky.
The trio looked back and saw the blast had set the thick clouds above ablaze like the sun rising, gloriously painting the clouds for a good while before shards of light fell, and the majestic brightness finally extinguished.