Racing all the way.
When the rescue team finally arrived at the Miwu Ghost Forest.
Numerous Profound Realm Martial Artists got off, seeing the tragic scene at the entrance, everyone's heart was heavy, and then someone couldn't help but exclaim.
"There are thirteen light spots heading toward the exit of the Secret Realm... It seems they are also trying to rescue themselves... wait, so fast... how could it be this fast..."
Everyone hurriedly looked down at the positioning device in their hands, only to find that even at an infinitely scaled-down ratio, the speed at which those dozens of light spots moved far surpassed their cars' speed.
And as they spoke.
Thirteen light spots had already reached the exit.
A jet-like battle armor flew swiftly, landing at the entrance.
Under the Steel Armor, Xu Lingjun's head emerged, and he placed all eleven blood-stained Spiritual Protection Devices he held onto the ground, which he collected casually on his way back rescuing others.
