Her hands began to quickly form seals, and a series of talismans took shape, which she then threw onto the space wall.
However, the talismans stuck to the space wall, and the tremors did not stop; in fact, they became even more intense.
"Not good, cousin, this space passage seems about to collapse!" Xia Weizhang's face was extremely grim as he cautiously protected his head and shrank behind Xia Mian.
Xia Mian's face was heavy, and once again, she formed a series of talismans in her hands, which floated beneath everyone's feet as soon as they took shape.
"Riding the Wind!" With a light movement of her fingers, the two words fell, and the talismans beneath everyone's feet moved instantly.
Ding Cheng and Xia Weizhang quickly steadied themselves; in the space tunnel, their feet on the talismans were like standing on a lone leaf boat navigating a vast ocean.
It really was as if the person flies ahead, and the soul chases behind...
