"This is bad!"
"Everyone, run...!"
"Xiao Ruofeng has gone mad! For the Seven-String Ancient Chapter, he's trying to take us all down with him!"
The ground wasn't just crumbling under Xiao Ruofeng's feet.
The cracks didn't spread far enough to cover the entire valley, either.
But they did swallow up the most crowded areas.
If Fang Shuwen hadn't rushed over because of Shui Qianliu, and if Chen Qi hadn't followed him, their position would have been safe.
But at this very moment, the ground beneath their feet gave way.
Their bodies plunged downwards uncontrollably.
In that instant, even Fang Shuwen felt a jolt of pure dread. His gaze swept down into the pitch-blackness, with no idea of its depth. If they kept falling... the three of them would be smashed into three meat patties—two large, one small.
WHOOSH! The wind roared in his ears. People were all around him... everyone was falling.
