"You don't need to fight."
Cao Xianming raised his hand, pointing in turn at Zheng Xiaofeng, Xiao Xuan, Yang Yong, and Mang Dabiao.
"You only need to tell these Transcendents which fields the trapped members are in. They'll rescue them."
"Afterward, I'll learn the specific rules of each field from those who were trapped."
"For now, step aside and wait."
His tone was as calm as if he were discussing something utterly ordinary.
Yet that heavy, unquestionable authority pressed down on the ordinary people until even their breathing grew quieter.
Cao Xianming paid no further attention to the survivors' varied expressions and turned to Yang Yong, Zheng Xiaofeng, Xiao Xuan, and Mang Dabiao.
In an instant, the restrained calm vanished from his face, replaced by a gravity so oppressive it was hard to breathe.
"We've spent all day worrying, Old Cao. What's the plan? Just tell us," Yang Yong said first.
Cao Xianming took a deep breath.
He drew it in deeply, as though pressing something heavy into his chest.
"This Cave Space was built by the Cave Architect himself. The Light Gates leading in and out aren't inert objects-they can be controlled."
As he spoke, he took out several palm-sized scraps of cloth and handed them out to everyone.
Yang Yong took his and looked down. His pupils suddenly contracted-
The cloth was ordinary, but its coarse texture was exactly the same as the piece he had cut from that corpse himself!
"This is... cloth from the corpse?" Yang Yong's voice tightened.
Cao Xianming nodded. "That's right. Infuse this cloth with Supernatural Power, and a Light Gate to the Cave Space will appear on its own."
He paused, his gaze darkening.
"Our next step is to rescue Wang Ying."
When he spoke that name, even the air seemed to