"Will that be of any use?"
Bi Cang King's hoarse voice drifted through the deathly silent gorge. "The tyranny of this Myriad Ghost Baleful Array far exceeds your imagination. Not to mention cultivators like us at the eighth level of Spirit Transformation—even a supreme expert at the tenth level of Spirit Transformation who stumbled into this array might not be able to break free from this cage."
"Are we supposed to just sit here and wait to die?"
Guo Yun suddenly roared, the bloodshot veins in his eyes crimson, his voice filled with unwilling despair.
He could clearly feel the protective Spirit Treasure around his body letting out a mournful hum—the surface of its spiritual light was already covered in fine cracks. The baleful ghost qi, like venomous snakes that could slip through any crevice, was madly gnawing away at the Spirit Treasure's power. It was on the verge of shattering completely.
Although several spare defensive Spirit Treasures were still hidden in his Storage Bag, he knew better than anyone that rotating through them would do no more than delay his death.
Sooner or later, the great array would exhaust every Spirit Treasure he possessed, and he himself would ultimately become fodder for refinement.
"There is no need for despair, everyone."
Elder Qian of the Mountain-Suppressing Sword Sect suddenly spoke, his voice deliberately steady as he tried to calm the crowd. "Elder Li of our sect has already escaped using a Shadow-Following Talisman. With his strength, he can return to the sect and gather a large number of Spirit Transformation experts. It is no more than half a day's journey. As long as we hold out until reinforcements arrive, we will surely be able to break the array and escape!"
Everyone's eyes lit up.
This was their only hope.
After