"Damn it, that old dog has a Dharma Treasure protecting him. He's expending far less than we are, and he's faster too. Even if we find him, we can't force a decisive battle. All he has to do is drag this out, and we'll lose even our chance at one final struggle-"
Cui Rong had already raised his aura, intending to stake his life on that sliver of survival. Who would have thought Duogungun would care nothing for his dignity as a Three-Tribulation Martial Saint and could cast it aside at any moment?
"Actually, even if we'd joined forces from the start, we probably could only have fought for a sliver of hope, making him retreat out of concern for this place's dangers and strangeness. Now, we really can only leave it to fate-"
Xiang Long also spoke with a sigh.
"But what he said was probably right. We have to cut through these bamboos to find a way out. Why don't we see if we can get out first?"
Liu Yu's expression was also grave.
With a Three-Tribulation Martial Saint nearby, ready to launch a sneak attack at any moment, every moment of delay increased the danger.
"We can only try first- We can't afford a battle of endurance with him here-"
Looking at the blood-red bamboo shoots, they all sighed.
"We tried attacking them before. This Netherworld Ghost Bamboo is incredibly tough. Even we have to put some effort into it. We also have to guard against ambushes and deal with the leaves, so we'll have to take turns."
"Exactly. Let me go first."
Cui Rong stepped forward, his golden whip giving a deep roar as it tore through the air and smashed straight into the Bamboo Grove ahead.
Creak!
The whip was only a blunt weapon, yet