The Seventy-Fourth Floor

Huntian, standing beside the elevator like an iron tower, turned around. "You're right, which is why the vanguard must choose the right time and avoid transporting people while the Evil Spirits are attacking whenever possible. Of course, accidents are always unavoidable. When that happens, we'll retract the elevator, and the vanguard will retreat into the Skywell and resist on their own."

"...What are the odds of surviving?" Ning Wanjun asked.

Gurcha held up three fingers.

Thirty percent?

That figured, Xia Fan thought. Faced with a swarm of Evil Spirits rushing at them, the people below would be guarding a dead end alone. Fear alone could crush their will to fight. If they kept transporting people, not only would those exposed outside the shaft walls be in danger, but the elevators themselves might be damaged. Given the Salvation Sect's logistical capabilities, stockpiling enough materials to build a contraption like this probably hadn't been easy.

"If you want to back out, it's not too late," Huntian suddenly said. "Sometimes, letting go is the wiser choice. Even if people laugh at you, at least you'll keep your life."

"Can your subordinates back out too?" Ning Wanjun countered.

"They are believers, and they are my soldiers. Before an order, they have no choice."

"And I am the commander." The princess laughed brightly. "In Jinxia City, the commander is always the one at the very front of the ranks."

Gurcha gave her a somewhat surprised look, but did not continue the conversation.

Before long, the line reached Xia Fan and the others.

They boarded three elevators separately and slowly descended into the deep shaft below the fortieth floor.

For some reason, Xia Fan felt the light around them dim all at once.

He looked up. The mouth of the shaft was still quite wide, and