"Only ten breaths left!!!"

Cold sweat ran down his whole body, and Su Han's hair was about to explode.

He even regretted that he should not have come down!

"ah!!!"

The Po Cang Divine Weapon waved, trying to cut off the non-existent threads all around.

Time is flowing.

The distance between Su Han and the top of the canyon is also rapidly closing.

Ten breaths, nine breaths, eight breaths...

Ninety miles, seventy miles, fifty miles...

When there is only three breaths left until the exit is completely closed.

Su Han's figure rushed out of the canyon!

He glanced back subconsciously.

It was this glance that almost drove him to pieces!

Countless amounts of flying sand flowed like a river into the canyon.

The canyon is about to completely close.

In the distance, the desert is deep and a huge storm is sweeping across it.

The originally flat ground, at this moment...
Chapter completed!