The last cultivator of the Thousand Skill Pavilion at the rear couldn't dodge in time and was directly swallowed by the spatial rift.
For a moment, everyone's hearts sank involuntarily.
At this moment, Chu Ning remained silent, yet his heart grew increasingly vigilant.
"This spatial rift appeared really fast; my divine sense had just detected it, and then it appeared immediately after.
The time left for me to react was not even a single breath."
Yuan Zhuo sighed lightly at this moment:
"Let's go, everyone be careful, and try to use your spiritual sense to detect the changes around you as much as possible.
I can only sense the already appeared spatial rifts. If a new rift suddenly appears, even I won't have time to warn you."
As he said this, Yuan Zhuo looked towards Chu Ning.
Obviously, this remark was meant for Chu Ning to hear.
Chu Ning nodded towards him, indicating that he would be careful.
The group continued to fly forward slowly.
