After that, Yang Zhao threw the talisman on the ground and started running out.

When Zhou Qingmu heard this, he pulled out the ancient sword on the ground, turned around and ran outside without hesitation.

Fortunately, Yang Zhao's ancestral fire talisman was extremely powerful and blocked it for a moment. Only then were the two of them able to distance themselves from the black-feathered blood eagle that had just come almost head-on.

At this moment, both of them were circulating their true energy, took steps, and ran out with all their strength.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the two of them were standing at the place where they had been transported from the four-image array.

There was no retreat behind him. Zhou Qingmu held his sword in front of him, and Yang Zhao held the sword at the entrance of the stone chamber, looking at the dark mass of black-feathered blood eagles in the stone chamber.

Even within this narrow stone chamber, the flying speed of the black-feathered blood eagle is still not slow, and it will soon reach the door of the stone chamber.

Zhou Qingmu and Yang Zhao were also prepared for a desperate fight.

But the scene in front of them made the two of them a little strange. When the menacing black-feathered blood eagles walked to the door of the stone chamber, they seemed to be encountering a barrier formation. There was even some fear of encountering natural enemies in their eyes, and they all stopped.

I took a step back. It was like a dark cloud blocking the door of the stone chamber.
Chapter completed!