A "rumble" echoed from outside the stone wall. Over a dozen grim-faced Divine Hall guards slowly pushed a heavy spirit stone cannon into the passage. One of them took five fist-sized spirit stones and loaded them into the muzzle. With a fierce blast, the long passage violently vibrated.
Saint Child Mi Yan stood in the middle of the passage, his handsome face cold, his robes billowing without a breeze. He cupped a sacred power in one hand, suppressing the incoming spirit stone cannonball mid-air. To everyone's naked eye, the dazzling circular light ball abruptly halted. It made a faint rattling sound as it faced off against Saint Child Mi Yan's sacred power.
The Divine Hall Master snorted coldly, spreading his hands and roaring, "A mantis trying to stop a chariot, seeking death!" His roar caused the entire passage to tremble and sway as if quaking. Suddenly, a surge of underground water broke through the ground, rushing upwards, heading straight for Saint Child Mi Yan's chest.
"You, a mere Spirit Venerable, dare to spew insults in front of me. Today, you shall learn that there is always someone stronger, and always a heaven beyond the heaven! Hahahaha!" The Divine Hall Master's white hair flew wildly, his eyes glowed crimson, and his features were unnaturally distorted.
"Bang!" The surging water fiercely slammed into a defensive shield that Saint Child Mi Yan had conjured. In an instant, Saint Child Mi Yan's defensive shield was completely shattered by this water spirit power. The power of a peak Immortal Venerable Realm made one feel how minuscule all things in heaven and earth were; everything before him was but an ant.
"Pfft." Saint Child Mi Yan flew backward. Mo Lian and Feng Chen simultaneously leaped forward, reaching out to support his retreating figure, helping him regain his balance. They then saw the water flow transform into countless sharp claws, rapidly sweeping and grabbing at them.
The little stoic and her group had by now reached the middle of the passage. They felt the ground shaking violently. As they ran, their bodies swayed with the shaking mountain wall, and they felt sand and rock falling from above their heads.
Qiao Mu kept looking back at the rear of the passage. Not seeing Mo Lian and the other two, her heart inexplicably panicked. "Qiao Qiao, don't worry, they'll come over," Duan Yue whispered reassuringly. The little one's small face remained expressionless, but she felt an inexplicable sense of worry in her heart.
The group reached a turning point in the passage and, after rounding the corner, discovered that the passage was now leading uphill. Everyone sprinted towards the exit, not daring to pause for a moment. Qiao Mu felt anxious but didn't show it on her face. Only when she looked back again and saw the corners of Mo Lian's and Feng Chen's robes flicker at the turn did she slightly relax.
With a flick of her small hand, a set of teleportation talismans appeared in her palm. "Come quickly."
Her Earth-grade teleportation array could now teleport them up to a hundred miles away. But frankly, a hundred miles was a mere stone's throw for a peak Immortal Venerable Realm expert; they could kill their way over in minutes. Therefore, the little stoic had never used this set of talismans before. Furthermore, this teleportation array had a limit of no more than twenty people. Their group naturally had more than twenty.
In this critical moment, the little one couldn't worry too much. In front of the outsider Chen Baojia, the little stoic could only frown and put Qi Xuanxuan and others into her storage talisman first. She only kept Situ Yi, Duanmu Qing, An Hua, Yu Su, and Mu Xingchen with her.