In the intermittent narrative of Wang Yingling, time passed bit by bit.
Half a day later, Wang Yingling suddenly stopped speaking and fell silent.
Having gone so long without anyone catching up, it meant that they had successfully escaped to the heavens.
The heavy pressure in Wang Yingling's heart suddenly dissipated, leaving her without the desire to speak.
Zhao Sheng didn't know how far the two of them had escaped, but he estimated in secret that they must have already gone at least three thousand miles.
"Stop!"
So much time had passed, and it was only now that Zhao Sheng spoke for the first time.
Wang Yingling was startled, immediately turning her head to look at him, asking, "What's the matter?"
"Let me leave!"
Zhao Sheng's expression was as still as water, slowly rising from the shell, with each hand pressing on a skull-sized Thunder Ball emitting electric light, filled with a destructive aura.
