'Xuantian Sword Intent says, "Fuck! The Sword Orb! Run! Run into the tomb!"'
Without the need for Xuantian Sword Intent to say more, Li Fan practically used his hands and feet together, turning and fleeing into the tomb without looking back.
He could hear Yuan Xuanbao let out a scream behind him, similar to the howls of monkeys on either side of the river they had passed on their way here – as if charging head-on. But in the next instant, there was silence; it was likely the same fate as the others, beheaded in the blink of an eye.
Li Fan dared not look back, fearing that the moment he turned his head, a rainbow streak would chase after him, severing his own head just as easily. But perhaps it was precisely because those two senior apprentices sacrificed themselves to block for a moment that he was able to sprint and tumble into the grave pit.
