"There's no time to hesitate, now." Jiang Cheng whispered and took a step forward.
Without opening his eyes, Jiang Cheng could clearly discern the direction. What guided his direction was not his eyes, but the spatial cage that trapped him. His steps were slow and firm, as if he should follow the rhythm of the rotation of space. Every time the exit circled around, Jiang Cheng took a step forward, and soon he reached the edge of the space cage.
Just one step away, Jiang Cheng can leave there.
The bright light in his consciousness circled around again. Whether it was because of nervousness or other reasons, Jiang Cheng suddenly raised his steps early.
"Not good!" Jiang Cheng didn't expect that his body would move ahead of schedule uncontrollably.
In panic, he even thought about stopping his steps and readjusting the timing of leaving. Mistakes always happen one after another. Just when he wanted to stop his steps, his body shook disobediently, and he lost his balance and fell forward.
In the midst of nervousness, Jiang Cheng suddenly had a glimmer of understanding, because he saw that ray of hope appeared in front of him at this moment, bathing him like sunshine and wrapping his whole body. As if he was walking through water, Jiang Cheng suddenly felt light all over his body. When he opened his eyes again, there were three people standing numbly, looking at him lying on the ground with dull expressions.
"He... succeeded?" Jiang Cheng could hardly believe that he had managed to escape without the help of the ruler.
Chu Xueying's face was expressionless, her pupils reflected Jiang Cheng's injured Yongxuan, and a clear tear ran across the corner of her eye.
"No!"
A shrill roar pierced the night sky, Lu Fuyuan roared hysterically, and then he bent forward and coughed violently. The street lamp illuminated his tall Yongxuan, with traces of crimson on his front.
"He..." Lu Fuyuan wanted to stretch his legs forward, but his body fell heavily to the ground.
The sound of violent coughing and wheezing lasted for a long time.
When he regained his breath, the steps he took forward stopped again. Because he saw his leg watch showing the time.
Eleven fifty-nine.
With an angry and unwilling roar, Lu Fuyuan disappeared into the street at an extremely fast speed.
In the distant night, the night seems not so dark anymore, but with a vague and chaotic texture, spreading slowly.
Looking around, there were no wild dogs and everything was quiet.
Jiang Cheng saw the time on his legs and guessed that the wrong party had given up chasing them.
But no, there is no time to relax.
If everything goes as Ding Jia expected, they will face the terrifying existence of the messenger of the ancient god in the east.