"What should we do? Should we let them out?"
The Prison Tiger Bureau members were caught in a dilemma.
If they opened the Demon-Suppression Formation and released Li Xuancang and the others, all their previous efforts would go to waste, allowing the Blood Sea Old Devil to break free of his seal.
But there were thousands of people before them. They could not simply stand by and watch them die.
While everyone hesitated, Li Xuancang and the others trapped within the formation were frantic with anxiety.
"Fellow cultivators of the Prison Tiger Bureau, hurry and open the formation! Let us out!"
Zhao Wuji shouted at the Prison Tiger Bureau members.
The Blood River Old Devil could arrive at any moment. The situation was perilous beyond measure; not a moment could be wasted.
Suddenly, a figure fled in disarray from the depths of the underground palace.
"Shen Chongyuan."
Li Xuancang was quite surprised upon seeing him. He had not expected Shen Chongyuan to have entered the underground palace as well.
Shen Chongyuan's aura surged and ebbed, his face deathly pale. Clearly, he had encountered a fierce battle within the underground palace.
He quickly came to Li Xuancang's side.
"Commander Li, the devil is about to arrive. If the Prison Tiger Bureau will not open the barrier, then you and I will join forces and attack it."
Though the two had never gotten along, they were now grasshoppers tied to the same rope and could only join hands for the time being.
The Prison Tiger Bureau's barrier blocked the way ahead, while the Blood River Old Devil pursued them from behind. They had to join forces and shatter the barrier if they wanted any chance of survival.
Li Xuancang did not respond. Instead, he looked toward the Prison Tiger Bureau members outside