Both of them were tensely watching Ye Xuan.
Ye Xuan nodded slightly, "Of course."
As for the others, naturally, they all died inside.
"What!?" Although the Saint Heir of Ling Xu and the Holy Daughter of Yan Xia had already expected this result, they still felt a chill down their spine when they heard it.
Out of six or seven hundred people who went in, only eleven survived after a mere seven days.
What kind of terrifying forbidden land was this!?
No wonder it was once called the forbidden land for the living.
This is too horrifying!
"Doesn't that mean that the Saint Heir of Xuan Mo also died inside?" The Holy Daughter of Yan Xia said, her face pale.
Ye Xuan's expression was indifferent as he spoke slowly, "It seems he died as soon as he entered."
Ye Xuan had no sympathy for this disobedient person. If he was dead, then he was dead.
