This power is terrifyingly unprovoked, layer upon layer of space, shattered under the power.

The Broken Blade Man may have fallen from the Venerable Realm now, but even the Tenth Realm cannot resist him.

Zhan Feng was beaten to the point of coughing up blood continuously, barely able to hold on.

Puff!

A bone spear emerged from the shadows and pierced Zhan Feng’s abdomen, it was a small figure concealed nearby.

The intense pain made Zhan Feng’s whole body tremble, and the binding power weakened instantly.

The Broken Blade Man’s gaze sharpened, and with a low roar, the withered flesh on his arm exploded with formidable power, snapping several bloody chains.

He raised the broken blade in his hand again, aiming directly at Zhan Feng.

"Get the hell out of here!"

At the brink of life and death, Zhan Feng’s fierce nature erupted completely, ignoring the abdominal wound and the attack of the Broken Blade Man, he suddenly turned, his massive fist shimmering with bronze light and fragments of the shattered space, like a falling star, smashed fiercely toward the Ancient Barbarian Soldier who successfully ambushed him.

Boom!

The upper half of the Ancient Barbarian Soldier was directly blown to smithereens.

But as he turned and smashed his fist, the cold death blade of the Broken Blade Man was about to reach his back.

Swoosh!

A hazy halberd shadow seemed to traverse space, arriving later but striking first, cautiously nailing the side of the broken blade!

It was Jiang Shu!

After severely wounding the Demon Lord, he had no time to catch his breath, forcibly driving his turbulent blood, activating the Space Power to teleport beside Zhan Feng.

Clang!

The Desolate Star Halberd collided violently with the broken blade, sparking a dazzling burst of Law sparks!

Jiang Shu grunted, his tiger’s mouth cracked, and his arm went numb.

The death will and Dao Rhyme contained within the Broken Blade Man’s strike were terrifyingly pure!

"Well done!"

Zhan Feng, covered in blood, laughed skyward.

"They’ve already left, we need to hurry up or we won’t make it!"

Jiang Shu suppressed his surging blood, grabbed the weakened Zhan Feng due to excessive blood loss, the Space Power enveloped both of them, transforming them into two streaks of rapid light, heading towards the direction of Zhan Yun and others breaking through.

The Demon Lord roared in pain at the spot, the massive wound temporarily preventing its pursuit.

The Broken Blade Man’s attack failed, his cold gaze locked onto Jiang Shu and Zhan Feng’s fleeing direction, pausing for a moment, also transforming into a shadow to pursue them.

Meanwhile, shadows gathered from all directions, with eyes flickering with either violent or cold intelligent glows, like a gray torrent laden with death, relentless in pursuit.

A life-and-death escape in the Blood Canyon suddenly accelerated.

Jiang Shu, carrying Zhan Feng, pushed the Space Law to the limit, each step leaping across great distances, the Space Ripple underfoot rippling like water waves.

The wind around them howled like ghosts crying, the Blood Crystal Land constantly receding behind. Zhan Yun and others, slowed by injured people, were not as quick.

Soon, the two caught up with the distant group.

With the sound of heavy weights falling, two figures stopped abruptly beside Zhan Yun, stirring the bloody dust on the ground with the gusts of wind they brought.

"How are they?"

Jiang Shu’s tone was urgent, his gaze sweeping across the team.

The team, originally near twenty people, had now dwindled to less than ten.

Yu Sha was being supported by an ancient oddity of the War Alliance, his face pale as a corpse, a hideous abdominal wound covered by a secret medicine, yet death energy still permeated.

The girl in blue had lost an arm, surviving on elixir, her eyes vacant.

The rest all carried injuries, their energy depleted.

Zhan Yun, reliant on his powerful forces, was in a slightly better state but greatly exhausted, the hand holding the Star Short Blade trembled slightly, the Bronze Battle Axe behind him buzzing continuously, probing for nearby life.

"Yu Sha and Lan Xi are seriously injured, their Origin is damaged, our elixir will only sustain for another half day, and the situation for the others isn’t optimistic either."

Zhan Yun’s voice was hoarse, his eyes filled with regret and post-crisis dread.

"We have no choice but to keep moving in this direction, temporarily shaking off most of the pursuers, but that terrifying Swordman is still behind us, I can feel its aura rapidly approaching."

At this moment, Yu Sha, who had been meditating with closed eyes, trying to expel the Death Dao Rhyme from his body, suddenly opened his eyes, revealing an expression of extreme horror, and looking at the unfamiliar surroundings, he exclaimed, "No, it’s not right!"

"Stop!"

"Where is this?!"

Everyone was initially stunned, then followed his gaze, inhaling sharply.

Their location was no longer the initial giant remains-strewn, space turbulence-ridden blood-red plain, nor the previously marked canyon of slaughter.

In front, unexpectedly, was a relatively complete area!

The dark red crystalline ground was much flatter, and the cracks were few.

In the distance, one could faintly see the outline of a grand palace built from some massive rib bones, incomplete yet majestic.

Further away, even some low undulating hills could be seen, with traces of collapsed architectural ruins on them.

The speed of the lead-gray clouds in the sky seemed to slow down, and the dark red energy flow appeared less violent.

Zhan Feng and the others were not here for the first time, they had seen these structures from afar but couldn’t approach, let alone touch.

But now, these buildings were right nearby.

All signs pointed towards a chilling conclusion.

The structure of this little world, formed from ancient battlefield remnants, was becoming more stable!

"How could this be?"

"How long have we been escaping?"