Behind them, the group of pursuers grew like a snowball, becoming more and more formidable, more and more terrifying.
Yang Chan's small face had already turned pale due to the enormous consumption of mana.
Her small hands continued to swiftly patch up the horrific cracks on the enormous 'Paper Crane Handicraft,' which were blasted out by various magic treasures and divine skills.
"Second Brother! It's not working!"
"This paper crane can sustain for one more incense stick's time at most!"
"After that, we'll be completely caught up by them!"
Yang Jian's face showed a trace of solemnity upon hearing this.
His gaze, like that of a falcon, rapidly scanned the rugged and complex terrain that was swiftly retreating below.
His brain was operating at an unimaginable speed, frantically calculating every possible strategy for breaking free from their predicament.
Fight head-on?
Impossible.
