Tong Feifei and the others weren't joking. Once they called someone out by name, that person's face turned deathly pale. He tried to stubbornly beg for mercy, but suddenly his body burst like a balloon.
No one had laid a hand on him, and no one had made any move to attack. Without warning, the Underground Race member exploded right in front of his companions.
And it was a horrific explosion. His entire body was blown into a mangled heap, its shape completely unrecognizable.
Naturally, it was Jiang Ying's Control Talisman at work.
The five who remained were so terrified that their faces went ashen and their hearts pounded. Their legs nearly gave out beneath them. The dead man wasn't one of them, but who knew if they would be next?
At the same time, they couldn't help feeling perplexed. The man who had died was widely considered the cleverest of the six captives, and the smoothest talker.
They had even agreed beforehand that if one of them was bound to survive and return to the Underground World, the most likely candidate was this man named Seti.
Who could have guessed that the one everyone thought had the best chance of survival would be the first to get killed? It made no sense at all.
After the panic and fear came a secret sense of relief for some of them.
Seti was dead, which meant their biggest rival was gone. Didn't that mean their own odds of survival had greatly improved?
And now that Seti was dead, had the number of people who would have to die gone down by one? Hadn't the risk they faced also decreased?
In any case, the captives' most honest feeling at that moment was: better someone else than me.
As long as it wasn't