"They were faster than expected. The people from the other factions haven't even reached the edge of the second level yet, but they should be close."
"Let's just hope they don't run into the Gu Clan too soon. If they join up, they won't be easy for us to handle."
As soon as he finished speaking, Hun Ya beside him suddenly curled his lips. A sinister smile flickered through the mist, while gloomy light churned in his eyes. "Whether they're fast or slow, we just need to proceed to the third level according to plan."
"As long as the plan succeeds, forget Xiao Ling and Gu Xun Er—even if Gu Qingyang comes, he'll have only one road left: death."
"Besides, reaching the third level earlier will be more beneficial to our arrangements."
Hun Ya stepped half a pace forward, his foot grinding over the energy fragments scattered across the ground. The viciousness on his face grew stronger, and his voice was as soft as venom-soaked silk.
"Once all those people gather together, we can wipe them out in one go. The dangers within the Heavenly Tomb are well known. People have died here before. Even if every last one of them falls here, no one will be able to say anything..."
Hun Li agreed aloud, but he knew perfectly well that secretly eliminating everyone who had entered the Heavenly Tomb this time was nothing more than an unrealistic fantasy.
After all, those capable of entering this place were all exceptional young talents selected from the great ancient families. Which one of them did not possess a Hidden Trump Card? Unless they encountered a desperate situation with no chance of survival, each of them had some confidence in their ability to protect themselves.
Looking at the previous times the Heavenly Tomb