"This is bad..." Master Liu suddenly shouted beside Su Liang. "Danger... everyone... get airborne!"
He immediately grabbed Su Liang by the shoulder and leaped off the ground with him.
In an instant, countless enormous, sharp stone spikes shot out of the previously smooth stone floor. Each was over a meter thick at its base and more than five meters tall.
"Aah!" Piercing screams filled the passage. Dozens of Yellow Level experts who failed to dodge were impaled by the stone spikes and left hanging in midair. They did not die immediately, but kept howling in agony as blood streamed down the spikes, soon staining the ground red.
Su Liang reacted at last, flipping in midair before landing with his toes on the tip of a stone spike. He took a closer look, and his eyes immediately reddened.
Because they had been leading the way, they were also where the spikes were most densely packed. They lost ten Yellow Level experts in an instant, and even one unlucky Profound Grade expert had been skewered on a spike.
Most of the other Yellow-Level Martial Artists escaped disaster because they were caught in the gaps between the spikes.
The Qin Family and the Shen Family had fewer casualties combined than they did, while the Jiang Family, bringing up the rear, had not lost so much as a hair.
Just then, the stone spikes suddenly retracted rapidly into the ground until they vanished completely. If not for the corpses strewn across the floor, it would have been as though nothing had happened.
After landing, everyone was still shaken. The Su Family in particular had lost eleven comrades at once, sending their morale plummeting.
The other three families wore openly gloating expressions.
Although the Qin Family and the Shen Family had suffered losses too, those