The crowd didn't realize the severity of the situation; they were merely escaping.
How to escape? From where?
There was no plan, not even an idea.
Because of this, almost everyone chose the same route.
They went down the stairs to the first floor and then out the door.
Just now, Qian Cangyi had already observed the situation outside; they were no longer in the same world.
Whether it was an illusion or not, it wouldn't change this outcome.
Qian Jiangyue's gaze swept across the crowd like a scanner:
"He is definitely still here, I saw his movements just now."
"A man walked past Yu Xuefeng from behind, and at the same time, he made a motion with his right hand."
As Qian Jiangyue said this, he pressed his right thumb against the second knuckle of his index finger, as if he was holding something, then he swung his right hand, drawing a straight line.
