If they encountered any danger, losing one person would make them seem like sitting ducks.
Ning Keke's words did not seem to be fake. Jiang Ming followed closely behind and took Sikong Wuyuan's pulse.
Realizing that the poison had not gone too deep, he immediately used his spiritual energy to block it.
Sikong Wuyuan did not have any reaction. Instead, he waved his hand. "I don't seem to feel anything. You guys are making a fuss."
Yuan Hehe shook his head. "You can't just sit there and wait for death. Some things aren't that easy to get over."
As he walked forward, a crack appeared in front of him. Below it was a bottomless abyss.
There was also a string of candles around him. They were not lit.
"Are we supposed to light these candles?"
Sikong Wuyuan walked over and snapped his fingers. A few wisps of fire were released from his hands.
He went forward to release the flames, but Jiang Ming blocked him.