"Swish!"
"Swish!"
"Swish!"
On the other side, within the inner circle of the Ancient Demon Sect relics, several figures fled in panic from the swirling black mist, until their Primordial Power was nearly exhausted, and their escape speed finally slowed down.
They fell from the sky, immediately sitting on the ground, gasping for breath, with a trace of unresolved fear lingering in their eyes.
This group was exactly Qiu Taoguang, along with the True Inheritor and Elders of the Demon Sect, who had just escaped from Jiang Shu's grasp.
Turning to look back, seeing Jiang Shu didn't come chasing, Qiu Taoguang finally relaxed, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, his expression shifting uncertainly, biting his teeth hard, with a pale face unable to utter even a harsh word.
Beside him, the True Inheritor and Elders of the Demon Sect appeared even more disheveled.
