"Huh? There are people from the royal family, the Purple Mist Sect, and the Li Family here."
"What are they doing? Why aren't they moving forward?"
"Who knows, maybe they're dividing some spoils."
···
Just then, another group of people arrived, shouting and causing a commotion in a mixed crowd.
These were martial artists from the second and third-rate forces. Half of them had died, and the remaining half just barely made it here, and there were still many of them.
"What's that sound?" Qing Jianzi, Yang Pojun, and Li Tongtian all moved their ears, picking up a buzzing sound that was getting increasingly closer.
Fang Lin suddenly shouted: "Get in quickly!"
Before his words had fallen, Fang Lin rushed into the rightmost tunnel, followed closely by Qing Jianzi who gestured for the Purple Mist Sect members to follow.
"Let's go!" Yang Pojun roared, leading the royal family members and the Purple Mist Sect members into the rightmost tunnel.