Shi Hao's speed was extremely fast, with electric light streaking across the sky, he raced forward and actually caught up with the dozen or so people who left earlier.
"Hey, young demon king, you've escaped, that was really too dangerous just now," someone exclaimed in surprise.
"Martial brother, truly formidable, to be able to protect yourself and safely return in such perilous circumstances," someone sighed, thoroughly admiring him to the point of prostration.
In the end, only a dozen or so of this group of powerhouses were alive to escape; the rest all perished.
"By sheer luck, a narrow escape, returning with great difficulty," Shi Hao modestly replied. He did not wish to explain too much, as the Golden Paper was certainly extraordinary, lest its existence spread and invite covetous desires.