"Many thanks to the three fellow Daoists of the Qingyun Sect for stepping in to help! We are truly and endlessly grateful!"
Gu Xingjian said hurriedly, his tone full of excitement as hope for survival was reignited in his heart.
Not only him, but Ding Caiqun and Song Xianman at his side felt the same way.
After all, if there was any possibility of living, who would willingly embrace death?
The three of Ye Qingyun had no time to exchange pleasantries with the three of Gu Xingjian at the moment.
Ye Qingyun grabbed Gu Xingjian, while Man Dazhuang grabbed Ding Caiqun, and Yue Hongling grabbed Song Xianman.
Instantly, the six of them sped away at a ferocious pace toward the exit of the Black Plum Forest.
At this moment, the group's speed reached roughly eighty zhang per second—nearly double the speed of the rat swarm!
At such a speed, Ye Qingyun's group naturally had no need to worry about being caught by the rat swarm, making it safe.
Chapter 1252