All the Trump Cards (2)
Editor: Henyee Translations
The sword light tore through the air, and the Blood Sea Sect disciples were unable to resist at all. In an instant, they turned into corpses and fell to the ground.
Lin Shen didn't even look at the corpse on the ground. He turned to look at the basin in the distance that was filled with gray fog.
The others subconsciously looked over as well. They didn't feel relieved because they had eliminated a group of Blood Sea Sect disciples. Instead, their expressions became even more solemn.
That was because they knew that the next challenge would be the most dangerous battle.
"Everyone, if that Blood Sea Sect cultivator master comes out of the Nether Capital Corpse Smoke Array later, we'll split up and escape!" Lin Shen suddenly said.
Everyone was stunned.
The few upper house disciples immediately understood what he meant and nodded.
"We'll do as Junior Brother Lin says!"