Time-space storm? Ye Luo looked up again.
He immediately understood that perhaps the only way out now was this path, and it seemed to be a road to certain death.
"Yes, every year a group of people leave through here, but whether they live or die remains unknown, of course, not everyone has the courage. At least, when I saw the storm back then, I didn't dare to go in!" Uncle Hong said with some regret.
Ye Luo realized that it wasn't just him; Yu Ji Zi and the others didn't choose this path either. Otherwise, they wouldn't have used secret techniques to fight the Law Enforcers.
"I hope you don't take that step lightly. If you want to survive in the Holy City, it's not impossible. Although the Holy City is the Law Enforcers' stronghold, it doesn't mean they can do whatever they want. At least, if you want to live, there are ways!" Uncle Hong continued.
At this point, there was a hint of persuasion in his words.
