"Zhang Chenyang, follow me and lead 10,000 Jin clansmen to stay and obstruct the enemy.
"We have to prevent those humans from attacking the army and reduce their chances of entering the third level of the secret ground."
The Golden Crow True Spirit on Han Muye's body rose and advanced.
Shang Zhenyu cupped fists and Zhang Chenyang nodded heavily.
"Leave all the ninth-level Essence Spirits behind. Those below the eighth-level will follow Shang Zhenyu into the second-level secret ground first!"
With that, Han Muye turned to look at Shang Zhenyu and lowered his voice. "The second floor might encounter the human army.
"Zhang Yu might have already died."
If Zhang Yu had died, the second level would face a challenge with 20,000 human troops and two human True Spirits. Shang Zhenyu leading 50,000 troops would have to fight them and qualify to enter the next level, making it difficult.