"Do we continue?" The voice rang out again, its leisurely tone indicating an awareness of their plight.
No one responded.
The Blood Corpse simply stood by the pool of blood: "When there's only one living person left here, the door will naturally open."
Then, it ceased speaking, and those eyes on its head also closed one by one.
Qiao Luoying wanted to say something, opened her mouth, but then swallowed her words.
On the other side, Xiao Ling fed Master Xuan Gan his family's pill, whispering, "Your techniques have been broken, it's best not to use mystic force anymore. Otherwise, it's highly likely you'll injure the protective gate. At that stage, recovery will not be easy. Not only will you lose the possibility of advancement, but you'll only be able to maintain two or three-tenths of your current strength."
Master Xuan Gan, having received such a heavy blow, was dazed. It took him a while to regain his senses, and he murmured, "Thank you..."
Lu Mingshu sighed inwardly.
One.
