Just run!

As long as you run faster than the people around you, you will have a glimmer of hope!

boom!

boom!

The fierce fog was churning, and the two bodies held hands and jumped in.

"It hurts so much...I hurts so much..."

"It hurts together...it will hurt..."

Accompanied by two roaring sounds, the fierce fog that radiated thousands of miles of radius gathered instantly, more than ten times stronger than before, including the disciple of Wanfa Sect who escaped first, everyone was directly trapped in!

Thrilling screams kept coming, and large patches of blood were sprinkled, and the area turned into a Shura field!

After a moment.

The screams gradually stopped, and the two bodies held hands and jumped forward again.

The evil fog gradually became thinner.

As the rise and fall were rising and falling, one piece of corpses appeared... The way of death was surprisingly consistent, all of which were neatly divided into two, with the strange feeling of blood and viciousness!

...

Thousands of miles away.

The concentration of the evil fog here is several times stronger than that of the outer periphery. Headed by Bixuan Palace and Wanfa Sect, there are a total of four or five thousand people gathered here. In the distance, there are still scattered monks returning, but compared to these thousands, it seems a bit insignificant.

“A lot less.”

Yu Qing's eyes swept over these people, frowned slightly, "Two days have passed, and there are one or two thousand fewer people than last time!"

He knows very well.

Although there were tens of thousands of people coming in, except for those who could not find or unwilling to come, and those who had encountered strange accidents, the number of people who could gather each time was about five or six thousand, but this time, not only was there a quarter less than before, but even the people they sent out had lost too much than before.

This made him a little uneasy.
Chapter completed!