"Why can't it be used?"
Zhoou Liangchen, filled with incredulity and doubt, turned to look at the person on his right, "Liangqiu, you try it."
This was his cousin, Zhoou Liangqiu.
Upon hearing this, the man did not hesitate and took the token hidden inside his sleeve into his hands.
His face changed dramatically, "The runes on the token cannot be activated, we can't get out!"
All color drained from the faces of those around him.
Previously, their confidence stemmed from two things: first, having Chu Xisheng, a great master with them—someone to bear any disaster; and second, they each possessed a Token, which assured them of an exit from the Secret Realm and thus their lives were safeguarded.
Even surrounded by groups of demon beasts, they managed to remain calm.
But now, this last avenue of escape had been cut off, leaving them panicked and in disarray.
Zhoou Liangchen's mind sank too, and he felt a chill all over his body.
