"Brother Hu, Zimo, are you all right?" Shen Zhui and his companions exited through the entrance of the artificial mountain.
"Finally, we made it out, and we're all right." A look of relief spread across Rong Zimo's face.
"Those punks were no threat to us," Zhao Hu said boldly.
"But Brother Han..." Rong Zimo noticed that Han Mao's complexion seemed off.
"It's nothing, I've already recovered quite a bit." Han Mao grinned, quite pleased with the fact that he had eliminated a cult station using his divine power all on his own. That was quite an achievement.
"Let's leave, and quickly." Han Mao immediately ordered.
"Let's go."
Just as they were about to break through and retreat, a terrifying pressure enveloped them from all directions, and the sky suddenly darkened.
Shen Zhui and his companions immediately felt a stifling sensation. Their internal energy was no longer flowing smoothly, but instead became extremely rough.
