The cultivators were able to catch their breath only because of Long Yan's help. Long Yan formed the Mo Shuang Ancient Flame into a small circle, and the skeleton soldiers outside seemed to recognize the power of the flame, not daring to approach, but silently waiting in place.
"How are we supposed to handle this?"
Almost everyone had a worried look on their face. They had just entered the Ancient Tomb and such a situation had already arisen; the periphery of the tomb was challenging enough to imagine what greater dangers lay ahead.
"Why don't we just hold our ground here?"
A cultivator from the Seven-Star Hall suggested, reasoning that the opening of the Ancient Tomb lasted only two months, and now with Long Yan's Strange Fire acting as a barrier, it wouldn't be a problem to stand their ground for two months.
"What nonsense are you speaking? If we just beat a retreat like this, what would our Senior Brothers think of us?"
