"A gamble?" Diamond Monk withdrew his finger and asked.
Ghost Blade discerned the lack of confidence in his voice and shook his head, "Better not gamble without full certainty. If you fail, we'll be completely trapped, and if you die, the two of us won't stand a chance against their three. We still have the advantage; there's no need to take that risk."
"So what do we do?"
"We have no choice but to check the other retreat points," Ghost Blade sighed. "I don't believe he can use that terrifying curse four times without any limitations."
"Exactly," Masked Man grasped at the straw of salvation he wanted to believe more than anything, "It's impossible for him to keep casting that kind of curse continuously. Maybe we just happened upon the most dangerous one."
"Hmm," Diamond Monk nodded, "Let's set out."
