บท 1749: The Divine Inscription Formation Collapses

It was unknown where the voice came from, but it seemed to be some kind of spell.

Wen Wanchong's face darkened and he shouted, "Who's sneaking around? come out!"

"Wen Wanchong, if you want to die, go ahead. Don't drag us down with you!" The cold voice sounded again.

"Yuan Xiu is such a terrifying opponent. Even you and Qu Zhu combined weren't his match, let alone us!"

"If we join forces," Wen Wanchong said coldly, "We might have a chance of survival!"

"Join forces? Wen Wanchong, should I say that you're stupid or naïve? At this level, could they win by relying on numbers? If the gap between us and Yuan Xiu isn't too big, numbers might be useful. However, there's a huge difference between the heavens and the earth. We'll just be courting death if we go." The voice said coldly.

Wen Wanchong was furious. He gritted his teeth and cursed, "Who the f*ck is talking nonsense? If you have the guts, come out and I'll tear your mouth apart!"