"Damn it, this Ancient Ruins is way too treacherous! The fire path was fake, the maze was fake, and the real exit was actually beneath the magma?"
Chang Jie, who had only been the North Pavilion Master for three years, let out a ferocious roar. This Ancient Ruins had truly screwed them over badly. One trap followed another—it was practically designed to trap people to death without consequence!
Feng Qing'er looked up at the magma overhead, coiling like fiery pythons, and was quite astonished as well. Once everyone fell into the maze, they would instinctively search for an exit. Failing that, they would think of smashing their way through by force. Yet who could have imagined that the true exit was right beneath their feet? All they had needed to do was lower their heads to leave that damned maze.
"Nalan Ye..."
Feng Qing'er murmured the name, suddenly thinking of the man she had not seen since they parted three years ago. He had taken the lead into the fire path earlier, clearly brimming with confidence.
"This is bad. Nalan Ye and the others may have arrived here ahead of us. Teacher, we need to catch up quickly!" Feng Qing'er's expression abruptly changed as she considered the possibility, her face full of anxiety.
The others were all alarmed upon hearing this. The most important thing when exploring Ancient Ruins was speed. If that group was ahead of them, wouldn't every good thing along the way be snatched up by them?
They would not even get a single hair!
"Move!"
After determining the direction, the group swiftly flew deeper along the passage, their expressions hurried. Along the way, they even encountered other people.
Clearly, as time passed, some fools might remain trapped in the maze forever, either burned to death by