Lin Yan tightened his limbs and used the fastest speed he had ever used in his life. He turned into a black shadow and quickly jumped up the rock wall.
Under the cliff behind him, the dense cries of insects overlapped and slowly turned into a deafening sound. It was like a funeral song that stimulated Lin Yan's nerves.
His scalp was already cold, and the coldness ran straight to the soles of his feet. He tied the sculptures, saber arms, and other things to his body and flew out along the same path.
At least, this group of insect monsters was not as fast as him.
His feet moved quickly, and the surrounding poisonous fog was sometimes thick and sometimes faint. The tremors behind him seemed to be getting further and further away.
Lin Yan heaved a sigh of relief.
Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks. The ground around him was filled with mud, dust, and dead leaves. Under the ground, there was an increasingly powerful tremor.
This feeling…