In the deepest part of the mine, Lu Ye sat alone. Near the entrance, the cultivators from Ten Thousand Demons Ridge were distributed in an arc, continuously attacking and pushing forward layer by layer.
Within the vast mine, the spirit force was in utter chaos.
Song Zhui no longer made a move, as so many people had gathered, he found it unnecessary to act.
He was secretly observing Lu Ye's reactions, what puzzled him was that, even when faced with such a desperate situation, Lu Ye's expression remained as calm as still water, without a hint of panic.
This made his heart skip a beat, wondering if Lu Yiye, that fellow, might really have set up a teleportation array in advance. Otherwise, why would he be so calm? Or perhaps he knew there was no escape and thus had no intention to resist?
But if the other party had set up a teleportation array in advance, they should have fled by now. Why bother staying and taking the risk?
