A Dead End?

"How can this be? At this rate, only immortals will be able to barely pass through."

Xerax's expression turned unsightly.

If an inheritor like Youil couldn't pass through, then even he didn't have a chance as he raced through his cultivation stage. Besides, since he was a magical beast, Laws other than Light Laws with cyan petrifying properties weren't his forte.

"Should we get the young geniuses to leave?" Asked a Grand Elder.

The others also had unsightly expressions as their way out seemed to be closed. Their future appeared to be bleak.

"No! If you bring a large amount of people here, then this place might be targeted by that calamitous monster!" The other surviving inheritor waved his hand.

"But-"