The journey is getting shorter.
The target is drawing nearer.
The group of killing stars slowed their Flying Escape until they were walking.
Even so, every step was fraught with terror.
Although the murderous spirit tinged with red was invisible to the naked eye, the group of killing stars felt a fear too great through their proud sensitivity to killing intent.
In their intuition, they were already surrounded by the red-tinged murderous spirit.
Streams of killing intent, like thousands of needles piercing their bodies, made their muscles and bones weak, as if even lifting their feet was laborious.
Each step they took required an indescribable amount of agonizing, hesitation, and struggle.
The next step seemed less like bringing them closer to the rare opportunity, and more like sending them headlong into a purgatory where even a Saint couldn't survive.
Three days later, Sen Bai, the one leading the way, spat a mouthful of blood and decisively stopped.
