"An old monster is luring us in, wanting us to enter and then devour us all!"
"Meh!"
The sheep-headed creature faced the void above, as if searching for the method to shatter the space and flee this land of trouble.
"Come..."
"Come..."
"Come, come, come..."
The mechanical demonic whispers echoed in the deepest recesses of the soul.
Ye Hanjun furrowed his brows and looked back, only to see emptiness, with no space to pass through.
The only area where they could move was straight ahead.
But once they moved forward, they would inevitably enter the city gates and find themselves in unpredictable risks, their life or death uncertain.
"Wait here until the great tomb closes and then get sent out?"
"No... At the very least, it's still twenty years away. If estimated longer, it could even be eighty years, too much time wasted..."
Ye Hanjun was torn in his heart, but ultimately he compromised,
"It's a blessing if it's not a disaster. If it's a disaster, there's no avoiding it."