The flame was already very small, and now, wrapped around the old man's fist, it seemed even less significant, especially since his fist was golden.
Old Master Mo Zhong drew out his heavy saber and said nothing. Yang Fan understood and directly attached the flame to Old Master Mo Zhong's saber.
"Alright, it's been eight breaths. Let's go!"
Before Yang Fan's voice faded, his hands were already on the shoulders of the two old masters. Then, the Void Secret Technique activated, and the three disappeared, appearing in the formation in the next instant, precisely at the position in front of the entrance.
After appearing here, Yang Fan gently pushed the two old masters, indicating the direction they needed to go.
The two old masters, with a burst of inspiration, deployed their movement techniques and charged out!
It was only a mere hundred meters!
"Ah!"
"Who!"
