Of course, if Hanguang abandons everyone now and runs for his life, he can definitely escape the ascension. After all, dragging a dozen people to fly together at full strength is completely different from flying at full strength by yourself.

Moreover, Hanguang believed that he would be able to come out of that terrifying place and continue the assessment of his kamikaze academy.

No matter how bad it is, you can abandon most of the people, leave the people who have a good relationship with you, and then enter that mysterious place together.

But Hanguang is not a politician after all, he can't do such a thing.

Looking at the solemn faces of the people around him, Hanguang couldn't help but look back. It's okay not to look at it, but when I look at it, I almost fell the cold light from this high altitude.

Behind, it has completely turned into a sea of fire, and the hot magma flows on the earth. Countless grasses were swallowed up by the lava.

This magma is coming in waves, layer after layer, and the surface of some of the magma has also cooled. But the cold light, who has experienced the pain of the skin, knows the temperature of the magma below is high.

These are not enough to frighten the cold light. What really made the cold light jump down was when the sky behind it.

This air formed a spatial spiral nest, and in the middle of each spatial spiral nest, there was a one-meter-wide black hole. The cold light couldn't help but emanate a trace from his nearly depleted true qi, to find out where this black hole leads.

But Han Guang felt that as soon as his true qi passed, he was immediately swallowed up by this black hole silently. Even the spiritual power left by Hanguang on it did not feed back anything to Hanguang.

The air, too, was twisting, erupting in layers of waves, wave after wave, already lapping on the back of the cold light.

Time seems to have passed for a long, long time, but it has only just looked back.

Hanguang smiled bitterly, and he felt that the true qi in his whole body had dried up. Now he only has the original true qi stored in the dantian, and these true qi are also the most powerful true qi in a cultivator's whole body. But it is also the most precious thing for a cultivator.

With a wave of his palm, Han Guang grabbed a lot of true qi with fire attributes from the air, and slowly absorbed it into his body, allowing the reincarnation ancient mirror to be quickly purified, and then he had a little true qi again.

Ye Hanchao also saw that Hanguang was not good, and immediately asked Hanguang to put him at the back of the team. He had to resist the influence of the scorching air on the cold light's absorption of true qi.

And Fang Xuemeng also stood silently beside Han Guang, her tender little hands were clasping tightly with Han Guang.

When the other people from the poor family saw it, they couldn't help but flash a trace of envy in the corners of their eyes. They also felt that the cold light ran out of oil, and knew that the cold light would probably not last long. This also means that they have little hope of survival.

But at this last moment, they looked very calmly. After all, struggling is no longer of any use. Here, there are no relatives and friends, no familiar hometown, and nothing to be attached to.

As for the rest, they didn't think much of it. Perhaps, someone is thinking about their sweetheart and regretting their past mistakes. I regret why I didn't accompany her well at the beginning, but blindly thought about cultivation and becoming stronger.

Although they saw Fang Xuemeng holding hands tightly with Hanguang at this time, although they were also a little uncomfortable in their hearts, deep down, they were sincerely blessed. "How nice would it be if I had such a good girlfriend too?"