With the Flame Winged Dragon fueling the fire, the cultivators no longer held any reservations, dwelling on the fact that at least someone had successfully escaped from the lake; they believed that they, too, could escape from it.
It was all a matter of luck.
Many a cultivator is hard-headed, even the majority of them, each feeling that their destiny reaches the heavens.
After another five days, more than a hundred thousand cultivators hurried over from various places.
Even the Northern Realm's army, devoid of its Emperor, with persistent dissatisfaction in their hearts, had three of the Northern Empires form a coalition army of a hundred thousand, and they charged into the lake.
However, it was like dropping dumplings into a pot; hundreds of thousands of cultivators entered, but not a single one came out.
This mysterious lake seemed like a colossal bottomless pit, swallowing all the hundreds of thousands of powerful cultivators.
The remaining people finally became fearful!
