"Master, you're not planning to reprimand them, are you actually planning to kill them all? Aren't you?" I gripped the sheath of the Bronze Sword tightly, biting my lip, refusing to hand over the Bronze Sword.
Zhang Zidao's face flashed with a hint of surprise, his eyebrows furrowing, "You seem to have guessed your master's thoughts quite accurately."
If I were to hand over the sword to Zhang Zidao, wouldn't I fall back into the same scenarios that just occurred?
Being chased by countless horseshoe crabs, then falling into those strange black pits again.
Trapped in an endless cycle!!
I've considered changing directions when escaping, but intuition tells me.
Unless I find a way to change the situation, no matter which direction I run, I'll end up falling into the black pits.
If I enter again, I might never come out.
A surge of tidal-cold dread swept over me, as I saw something even darker than the night flying towards us.
