Tongtian and the others fled all the way, feeling as though demons were hot on their heels, every step immensely heavy. By the time they staggered back to the Alliance Camp, wounds were still oozing blood from their bodies, their clothes were in tatters, and their faces were covered in dust. Seeing them in this state, the people in the camp felt their hearts tighten, and an ominous premonition surged within them.
Taking a deep breath, Tongtian forced back his grief and anger, recounting truthfully everything that had happened on the Abyssal Continent. When they heard that the Abyss Monarch had shattered the seal, that the dark vortex had completely spiraled out of control, and that the Abyssal Army was about to strike in a fierce tide, the camp instantly erupted. Cries of shock and sighs intertwined, and morale, already low, now felt as though it had plunged into an icy abyss.
"How could this be... Could it be that we truly are powerless to save the situation?" A young cultivator turned ashen-faced, his eyes hollow, the magical treasure in his hand hanging limply as if all his vital energy had been sucked away in an instant.
Chapter 277