Chapter 881: Racing Against Time

"Stop!" Under the cover of night, Haotian Xuanzhen halted in midair, sweeping the sky with his gaze. "What is it? Why stop?" From behind, Haotian Xuanhai shot over, puzzlement creasing his brow as he studied Xuanzhen. "The air feels wrong," Xuanzhen said, his brows tightening. "Wrong?" Xuanhai cocked an eyebrow and scanned the sky with him. After a second or two, he looked back. "What's off about it?" "A very bad feeling." "You're too wound up," Haotian Jingshan said as he and the others caught...