"Everyone, Shen humbly asks for your help. Afterward, I will certainly find a way to rescue you all. What do you say?" Shen Luo swept his gaze over the crowd and spoke.
Upon hearing this, everyone looked over at him. Yet there was little surprise on their faces—only a trace of astonishment and suspicion, and more than anything else, numbness.
"What a boast. You cannot even undo the Gourd-Gold Rope on yourself, so how dare you claim you can save us?" The short old man sat upright at once and mocked him.
At those words, the people who had shown a little interest in Shen Luo all turned away again and stopped looking at him.
They could hardly be blamed for this. Too many people before had entered full of ambition, wanting to lead everyone out, yet every one of them had either been refined into a Flesh Body Pill ahead of time or rotted away in some corner of this cavern prison.
After being disappointed too many times, they no longer dared hope. After hearing too many grand promises that could never be fulfilled, they naturally felt nothing anymore.
"Fellow Daoist Shen, do you truly have a way to help us escape?" Qilian Mi pondered for a long while before asking with a frown.
"I have a method, but whether it works can only be known after we try it," Shen Luo said after a slight hesitation.
"What do you need us to do?" Qilian Mi asked directly, without hesitation.
"I need you to restrain this Gourd-Gold Rope for a moment so that I can redirect my Magic Power and cast a few spells," Shen Luo said.
"This Gourd-Gold Rope devours Magic Power, and very quickly at that. I have less than forty percent of my original strength left.