"It's not that something big might happen. It already has. With all these people arriving together, how could this be anything small..." Cheng Guying's face was pale.
At that thought, all four stood rooted like wooden chickens.
"Do we go in?"
"There's no point anymore, whether we go in or not. With beings like those inside, even staking our lives would accomplish nothing. We wouldn't even count as cannon fodder."
"Then what can we do? Pray?"
"Praying is about the only use we have left!"
All four tacitly avoided mentioning the Flood Great Shaman's name, but whenever they recalled that sensation of the blue sky collapsing, chills still ran through their bodies, leaving them trembling.
And that... was after the Flood Great Shaman had reined in his aura.
If he hadn't, then perhaps... just now, his aura alone would have been enough to shock them all to death?
"I originally thought... if I found Flood, perhaps one day I could avenge our brothers..." Xiang Kuangren's face was bitter.
Liu Yichun sighed. "Old Cheng, is She Wang still alive?"
This was the best way to handle things right now: change the subject, and thereby divert that deeply rooted fear in their hearts.
If they let it develop, this single encounter would plant fear in their hearts, awakening their long-dormant terror of the Death Pass. Unless they dispelled it soon, their strength would probably regress drastically again.
A fierce look appeared in Cheng Guying's eyes. "How could I let him die so easily? Right now, he's alive and very healthy. Until this old man draws his last breath, he can forget about release!"
"And the Central Plains King, too. I'll never let him off either!"
"Quiet." Ye Changqing abruptly frowned. "Don't say it aloud."
"Understood."
"I've already contacted quite a few old