"Follow me! Fight your way out!"
At that furious roar, a flicker of joy appeared on Xie Li's face and those of the others.
At last, they would no longer be trapped inside like turtles waiting to be caught in a jar.
Once they reached the outside, their chances of survival would at least double.
Seeing this, Lin Zihan and the others charged out right behind them without hesitation.
Behind them, Liang Hongyu, Pan Sheng, and the others caught up in time, not falling too far behind.
Yet just as they breathed a sigh of relief, they suddenly discovered that the situation outside was even worse than they had imagined.
Disciples packed every direction, even above and below. Clearly, these people had made thorough preparations and were simply waiting for them to throw themselves into the net.
"Heh heh heh..."
A sinister laugh rang out as Zhao Yi appeared before them. He looked smugly at Xie Li and the others and sneered:
"You didn't seriously think we hadn't taken precautions, did you?
There was a road to heaven, yet you refused to take it; hell had no gate, yet you insisted on barging in!
Xie Li, Tao Yang, surrender quietly. We might even leave your corpses intact!
Heh heh heh..."
Zhao Yi's laughter echoed through the air, making their hair stand on end.
Beside him, Wu Donghao, Dou Se, and the others wore wicked grins, clearly brimming with confidence in the situation before them.
Faced with such arrogant enemies, Tao Yang flew into a rage. He spat hard and cursed:
"Pah! Even if I die, I'll drag you bastards down with me!"
"Bastards, cut the crap! Get over here and fight your grandpa to the death!"
Holding the Starfire Mallet, Tao Yang sprayed spit everywhere, looking like a god