Yang Zhengxin cracked.
Those Ground Spikes were like they had heavenly eyes.
They drilled through every single one of his escape routes.
Was he supposed to survive this?
"You shameless brat! How dare you toy with me?!"
Yang Zhengxin withdrew from the Illusion Realm and glared at Lu Ze as he shouted.
"It's a misunderstanding, Elder Yang. Why don't you think again... maybe there's somewhere you overlooked?"
Lu Ze wore an innocent expression as he offered a kind reminder.
"Absolutely impossible!"
Yang Zhengxin answered without the slightest hesitation.
"No, no, no..."
Lu Ze hurriedly waved his hands and pointed at the gap in the middle of the second layer on the left, offering a "kind" reminder.
"Elder Yang, look. Couldn't you dodge there?"
Following Lu Ze's guidance, Yang Zhengxin considered it carefully, afraid that the other party would trick him again.
Thinking back to the path of the falling Ground Spikes just now, the gap in the middle layer did indeed seem to be the only solution.
Yang Zhengxin fell silent, staring grimly at the incense stick in the center of Nurturing Spirit Hall, which was nearly burnt out.
Not long ago, he had boasted extravagantly.
He had claimed that he could break through all the traps within the time it took an incense stick to burn.
Now, that time was nearly up, and he...
Lu Ze saw through Yang Zhengxin's thoughts at a glance.
He immediately suggested, "Elder Yang, it's impossible to clear a hundred levels in the time it takes an incense stick to burn. Don't worry, it was this junior who proposed an improper condition just now!"
Lu Ze could tell that Yang Zhengxin was already considering backing down.
In order to keep this little Demonic Value treasure, he had to make a tiny sacrifice.
Whether it