However, the only choice he had right now was to escape far away from this place. That was why, without the slightest trace of hesitation, Grey dashed toward the depths of the tunnel at full speed.
His legs moved so fast that multiple afterimages were left behind in his wake. This was the result of the insane speed he was forcing his body to unleash. The turbid, foul air within the tunnel was violently blown apart as Grey ran forward like a streak of light.
Even so, he still felt that his escape speed was far too slow.
With no other choice, Grey abruptly kicked off the ground and began flying through the tunnel instead.
Previously, the tunnels of flesh had not been very large, only about ten to fifteen meters wide. For cultivators accustomed to soaring freely through the open sky or fighting in vast, spacious environments, maneuvering in such a narrow, oppressive tunnel would be extremely difficult.
However, Grey had the threat of death hanging directly over his head.
