"Doesn't this mean that the Ice Corpse's cultivation is now more terrifying than before?"
Many martial artists exclaimed in shock.
"Do not be overly concerned. Now is the time when it is at its weakest. I need you to eliminate it. Only by destroying it can you be transported out of here! If all of you attack together and still cannot destroy it, then you'll have no choice but to be sealed here with it!"
The deep voice suddenly spoke coldly.
"No!"
Many martial artists nearly broke down in tears.
They knew their strength was far inferior to Ming Zheng, who was at the Martial Saint Eighth Layer, and now a harsh reality stood before them: Ming Zheng had already been eliminated by the Ice Corpse. They feared that even if they all attacked together, they would not be its match.
"Now is your best opportunity to strike. If you hesitate, I will still keep you all here!"
The deep voice spoke coldly again.
"We really jumped into a trap!"
