บท 463: How Cunning Could The Old Tortoise Be?

Seeing how the Hell Protector King looked at them in a bantering manner, Wang Shenxu and others had a solemn expression.

The pressure that person released was just too immense, and they could not endure it at all.

Even if the three of them joined hands, they were not the Hell Protector King's opponents.

Not to mention there were still Evil Spirit cultivators eying them.

In addition, the space here was completely isolated. Thus, Wang Shenxu's ability to escape, which he took pride in, was useless.

"We are in deep trouble now!" said Wang Shenxu in a serious tone.

He kept on observing the surroundings in an attempt to find a way to escape.

The White Thearch and Yue Yunde were also very anxious. They had tried already, but they could not tear through space at all.

"We're doomed! It can't be that I will die at a young age, right!?" Yue Yunde cried out in sorrow. He believed that there was no escape for them.