Inside the Dragon Ancient Tomb, the expressions of the three people became much graver. After a period of silence, Wu Yuan said,
"Truly annoyed, if we both risked our Martial Souls to rush out, isn't there still a glimmer of hope?"
Wu Xuan glanced at him.
"Then you might as well just go out and reveal your identity. That might even scare off the opponent. With that unique Martial Soul of yours, one look and you'll be recognized."
Xin Lin didn't have a Martial Soul, but she guessed that Wu Yuan's Martial Soul must be quite special.
"Are we just supposed to sit here and wait for death. Tch, this damned place, why does it feel colder the longer we stay. At this rate, this young master will turn into an ice sculpture."
Wu Yuan hunched his neck.
Xin Lin had already noticed since earlier that the temperature was changing. It wasn't just the temperature; even the air inside the Dragon Ancient Tomb had become much thinner.
