Someone was immediately injured by the explosion, bleeding heavily from their hands and feet.
It had long been anticipated that they would head to the Profound Realm Gate, and a trap was set along the way.
"Those who are not injured, quickly help those who are to recover." Once the old woman spoke, the others had to comply reluctantly, "We're all in the same boat. If we don't help each other, we'll all die here."
"You won't..." At night, a clear, cold male voice suddenly rang out in the silence, "Surrender voluntarily, seal your own cultivation, and you won't be killed. I'll give you ten breaths to consider. If after ten breaths, you don't seal your cultivation... you'll die!"
Die! The words were cold, with killing intent boiling over!
They echoed in the night sky, particularly eerie and chilling.
Some hesitated, some were indecisive, some were disdainful, and some were unmoved.
