At this moment, within the Underworld Demon Cave, it was extremely quiet.
Wei Cheng stood there with his eyes closed, unmoved and unflustered, under a blood shadow swirl that was hundreds of meters high above his head.
He seemed to have turned into a statue.
Without even a ripple of emotion.
Three hundred meters away, Zhou Wu, after calming down Yang Li, slowly stood up. He silently formed a circle with Tang Yuanshan, Duan Jianghai, Du Yu, and Liu Fangyuan. Without words, they had a tacit understanding.
Next, they had to defend the Power of Aoki on their own.
This game and confrontation were unprecedented.
They couldn't blindly rush into battle with reckless courage, thinking that not being afraid of death meant they wouldn't die.
This battlefield was complex, strange, ever-changing, and full of traps.
They needed to use all their wisdom and will to fight and compete.
