Just as Ye Lin was pondering a countermeasure, bursts of laughter came from behind him.
Turning around, he saw figures appearing one after another in the void behind him.
These figures all walked toward Ye Lin.
"Fellow Daoist, I didn't expect you to be so fast."
One of them laughed heartily at Ye Lin.
Then he looked at the young man inside the array.
"Kid, open the array now, and we can spare your life. I'll make the call and let you flee for your life."
"Don't worry. Your Sect Master and elders have all died in battle; even your ancestor was severely wounded and fled. We just came back from the battlefield."
"That's right. We saw it with our own eyes. We're giving you a way out now."
"Kid, why haven't you opened the array yet?"
"Open the array at once and leave on your own."
They spoke over one another.
The young man inside the array turned pale.
Had the Sect Master and elders really all died?
He did not believe it in his heart.
But at the sight of so many cultivators, the conviction in his heart began to waver.
"Did the Sect Master and ancestor really die?"
The young man asked again, unable to believe it.
"Of course. If they weren't dead, would we dare come here so openly?"
"Hurry up and open the array. Stop dawdling."
"That's right. The longer this drags on, the more people will come. Your array is bound to break eventually. It just depends on whether you want to live or die."
"If you want to live, open the array now. I'll give you three breaths. If you don't open it after three breaths, you will surely die."
"Three."
"Two."
"One."
"I'll open it."
At that moment, the young man inside