Five minutes later.
Fifteen miles south of Pompeii.
Long Shu and Zong Hu appeared in a location far from Pompeii, deemed "Absolutely Safe."
Neither of them spoke, and their expressions were somewhat grim.
Zong Hu squatted on the ground, with his right hand gripping his left hand tightly. His entire left palm was covered by a dark gray energy, which continuously eroded flesh, causing the skin to carbonize and peel away bit by bit. At this moment, Zong Hu was using mana, trying hard to expel the energy, but because the energy was quite special, the efficiency was not high, forcing him to operate patiently and slowly.
As for Long Shu, he did not seem to be injured, with everything appearing normal from head to toe. At this moment, he looked at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle, gazing at the sky gradually dyed black by increasing volcanic ash, as if he were admiring a beautiful oil painting—only by doing so could he control the blood in his nasal cavity from flowing out.
