After Xia Hongyao put it that way, the pressure of death hit them at once. It felt as if an invisible noose had been slipped around everyone's neck.
It was tightening, and they were powerless to stop it.
The bronze patches were spreading quickly.
Gu Qingqiu pinched one hard and realized she couldn't feel the skin at all. It had also gone stiff and numb.
"We don't have to wait for the bronze to spread over our whole bodies. Once it reaches our legs, we probably won't be able to move!"
Sannomiya Airi had noticed the same thing.
The first bronze patch appeared in a different place on each person, and it spread at a different speed, too.
Clearly, those with stronger bodies could hold out a little longer—but only a little.
"Should we kill the Dancers?"
Kurita Isao glared viciously at the Dancers, wishing he could tear them limb from limb right away.
"It can't be that simple!"
Wang Helin thought Kurita Isao was being a little naive. This was probably the final bout of Rule Pollution at the Long Victory Banquet. How could it be purified so easily?
"Do you think those Golden Armored Guards are just for show?"
Sannomiya Airi sneered.
The King had left, but the guards were still there, watching them with predatory eyes.
"Then what do you suggest?"
Kurita Isao complained irritably. "We can't just sit here and wait to die!"
Whoosh!
Everyone instinctively looked toward Lin Baici, waiting for him to come up with a plan.
Lin Baici didn't know what to do either. His gaze roamed over the beautiful Dancers, trying to find the Maid Sister who had secretly helped him before.
She might know the key to purifying this.
There were ninety-nine Dancers, and they were all tall, short, fat, or