"As long as they run towards the surface." A cold smile surfaced on Qin Xu's face; he had been prepared for this.
With a wave of his hand, a streak of silver light flashed by. Xiao Ruo felt his body lighten uncontrollably, and when he reappeared, he was outside. The wind roared past his ears; he hadn't figured out what was happening when suddenly he stopped, and a huge impact swept over him, almost making him cough up blood. Just as he was about to curse, Xiao Ruo heard a rumble, followed by several figures rushing out from underground.
The figures that burst out didn't care about anything outside; they shot to the left as fast as lightning upon appearing.
Qin Xu was already on guard against them trying to escape again. The moment the silver light flashed, he landed heavily on the ground. With a boom, dust rose, immediately blocking the figures' path. The dust didn't obscure for long; under Qin Xu's intention, his group was soon revealed.
