Exclamations rose again, and the tremors in the maze grew stronger.
Even though he was usually calm, Meng Anran felt a slight sense of urgency in his heart.
Just then, a woman in red from the adjoining area crossed her arms, feigning calm as she turned her head to watch.
"Meng Anran, it seems your people aren't up to the task."
"Could it be that they've met their fate inside?"
The tone was mocking, as Zhong Yan seemed confident and fearless.
She believed her people could give a good lesson to those three burdensome Martial Arts Grandmasters.
"Did you do something?"
Meng Anran's mind was sharp, instantly sensing something was amiss, his face cold as frost.
Zhong Yan did not answer, only maintaining a cold smile, looking towards the maze passage.
Rumble!
The ground collapsed, the passage erupted in seismic cracks, the tremor was earth-shattering.
Yet even so, it was visible that in the highest layer, level with the ground, several figures rushed outward at high speed.
