On the way to the other planes, the three of them followed Kalami.

Kalami was carrying out his duty as the guide of this plane. As he flew, he introduced the three of them to each other:

"Each plane is independent of each other. They are like countless bubbles in a swamp. They attract and repel each other. Every moment, countless bubbles will burst, and countless new bubbles will be born

"And the four higher planes are the four largest and toughest of these bubbles!"

Kalami continued, "To leave one bubble and go to another, you need to go through a continuous distance. Fortunately, you are lucky. This place is not very far from the four higher planes. With your current speed, it will only take you about twenty years to reach it."

Hearing Kalami's introduction...

Joelson couldn't help but frown. "Twenty years? Is that considered fast?"

"Of course!"

Kalami said, "You must know that without experts to carry them, some planes' divine domains or demigods wouldn't be able to reach any of the four higher planes even if they died."

The three of them nodded silently.

According to what Kalami had said, their current location was between two bubbles, in other words, within a swamp.

The sheepskin scroll which Kalami had taken out earlier was hovering above their heads.

It was like a protective barrier, protecting them as they advanced through the void for a long period of time. At the same time, it served as a guide.

Joelson raised his head to look. The four of them were like fireflies in the pitch-black night sky, slowly advancing forward.

God's domain experts did not need to rest or eat. They could maintain this state for a very long time.

The four of them had been moving forward at full speed for a few months. They had rested twice midway. They did not know how far they were from the central continent, nor did they know how far they were from the higher planes.

The pitch-black night sky was empty. The few of them were desolate and lonely. Even Joelson could not help but feel a hint of frustration in his heart.

Another two weeks passed.

Kalami suddenly stopped. His expression became extremely grave as he said in a low voice, "Wait!"

Everyone's expressions became grave as they looked around vigilantly.

Nothing happened.

But very quickly, a few spots of light appeared before their eyes.

They were like meteors as they quickly approached them. The light became brighter and brighter.

Kalami's expression changed drastically as he shouted in a low voice, "Go!"

However, this sentence seemed to be a little redundant. The terrifying pressure of a god quickly spread over, enveloping the entire void.

A burst of wild laughter rang in everyone's ears. "Hahaha! Kalami, I've waited for you for tens of thousands of years. You've finally come out from the lower planes!"

Along with this loud laughter, an extremely violent purple lightning shot over.

Kalami's eyes were cold, and his body was emitting a dense light green light.

The power of wind-type laws gathered and expanded, forming a huge eggshell that enveloped the four of them.

Boom!

The lightning heavily struck the light green barrier. The barrier trembled violently, causing ripples to appear. From being dense, it became dim but, at the same time, it also neutralized the purple lightning.

"Ferguson, it seems you've forgotten about the scars from tens of thousands of years ago."

Kalami took a few steps forward, blocking in front of Joelson and the others. His body emanated an extremely majestic aura.

Only now did Joelson truly sense how powerful Kalami was. The mid-stage demigod Angus Dubin probably wouldn't even be able to take a single blow from him.

"Hahaha!"

Two figures instantly appeared in front of them. One was tall, while the other was short.

The shorter one had rough features, and his two soybean-sized eyes were filled with hatred and savagery.

He stared fixedly at Kalami, then laughed savagely. "It's precisely because of the scar from tens of thousands of years ago that I've been waiting for you to appear, old friend!"

Kalami snorted and did not waste time talking to him.

The power of wind-type laws gathered into a huge wind blade that was over a hundred yards long and shot towards the two of them.

The man called Ferguson sneered and did not move. Instead, he took two steps back with a slightly respectful expression on his face.

The tall and thin man, who had been ignored by Kalami, stretched out a hand without any expression on his face and clenched it in Kalami's direction.

The terrifying, pale-green wind blade was crushed by an invisible giant hand, and that energy continued to surge towards Kalami.

Kalami's eyes suddenly opened wide, and he cried out in surprise, "A god?"

Joelson, Archer, and the Flame Throne all had looks of panic on their faces.

Kalami didn't even glance at the three of them. He subconsciously turned and fled, his entire body transforming into an afterimage that instantly appeared hundreds of miles away. Before he left, he even took the scroll above his head with him.

"Damn it."

Joelson cursed in a low voice. He was the second to react. He tore open the void and fled in another direction.

Only then did Archer and the Flame Throne come back to their senses and escape in succession.

The lanky man snorted. "Can you escape?"

His body disappeared in an instant. He caught up with Kalami in a few steps and terrifying sounds of battle could be heard from the other side.

Ferguson, who was left behind, revealed a ferocious smile. He waved a bolt of lightning in his hand and began to chase after the three of them.

As he was running away, Joelson looked back and found that the Flame Throne, which was the slowest, had been drowned by the lightning.

The last thing he saw was a charred corpse falling from the air and being torn into two halves by Ferguson while laughing loudly.

Joelson was shocked. The Flame Throne had fallen just like that?

Joelson looked at Ferguson from a distance. There was a sharp pain in his eyes. He felt that Ferguson's consciousness had locked onto him.

Archer practiced the space law. Although his reaction was a little slower than his, he had already escaped farther than him. It was reasonable that Ferguson had chosen to chase after him.

The thought quickly ran through Joelson's mind. His eyes suddenly turned gray and countless gray threads appeared in his field of vision.

The law of Fate!

Joelson fiercely pulled one of them.

"I will be the last target you choose to chase after."

The gears of fate were pulled.

Even Ferguson himself did not know why his thoughts suddenly changed. He turned around and chased after Archer.

Joelson let out a sigh of relief. A trace of guilt rose in his heart but it quickly disappeared.

In such a dangerous situation, his first goal was to protect himself.

The light laws were fully activated, leaving Ferguson and the others far behind. He could not even see their shadows.

The danger seemed to have passed but there was always a trace of unease in Joelson's heart. It was as if there was something extremely important that he had overlooked but he could not remember it at the moment.

He didn't know how far he had run in one breath but he slowed down his footsteps and looked around him. He planned to first enter the ranching space to hide for a period of time, then wait for ten or a hundred years before coming out.

Presumably, a demigod and a god wouldn't place too much energy on him.