Within a few breaths, he had rushed dozens of miles away, leaving that terrifying pit and the spatial hole far behind. He didn't stop until the heart-pounding roar and spatial fluctuations gradually weakened and could no longer be perceived.
He fled for an unknown amount of time until the Chaos Spiritual Power in his body was nearly exhausted and a tearing pain shot through his Meridians. Only then did Fang Hao fall from the sky like a broken kite, crashing heavily behind a relatively flat hill covered in black gravel.
"Pfft!" As soon as he landed, he spat out another mouthful of blood. His face was as pale as paper, and his aura was withered to the extreme. Shrinking the Ground to an Inch consumed a massive amount of energy. Combined with the depletion from resisting the spatial suction earlier and the internal injuries from his forced burst to break free at the last moment, his current state was dire.
