Shen Luo and Zhong Kui sped forward, and within a few breaths, they had reached the edge of the encirclement, on the verge of complete escape.
Suddenly, countless blood lights surged in the void ahead, and a blood banner that blotted out the sun and sky unfurled, blocking their way!
"Don't even think about escaping!" On the banner stood a person, none other than Lord Jiuming.
As his voice fell, he reached into the void with his right hand, and numerous blood clouds arose from the blood-red banner, rolling towards Zhong Kui and Shen Luo.
An overwhelming aura of malevolence enveloped them, and Shen Luo felt a darkness before his eyes upon its first charge, almost losing consciousness.
"It's the Chiyou Flag! I'll hold him off, Friend Shen, hurry and go!" Zhong Kui's expression changed, and a flash of determination crossed his eyes as he exhaled a stream of black qi, merging it into the ghost eye on his fingertip.
"Elder Zhong Kui!" Shen Luo was alarmed.
