"Run!"
Seeing the spatial channel, the panicking prodigies tore through the air, rushing towards the world's spatial channel. In the ravaged sky, they left streaks of light. In this moment of crisis, no one thought of confronting enemies; their only thought was to flee for their lives. The recently vanished Zhang Yangtian also flew skyward. Just as he was about to enter the world's spatial channel, he turned to cast a venomous, murderous glare at Qin Wudao, his face pale.
"Your Highness, let's get out of here!" Wu Ming and the others had not left with the crowd but had instead gathered with Qin Wudao, their attitudes deeply respectful, verging on fanatical worship.
