"How many people have returned to the Starry Sky Ancient City?"
Liang Yuan quickly inquired of the horse-faced creature named Ma Ning in front of him.
Ma Ning hurriedly replied, "I'm not very strong, so I'm in the second queue. Currently, each queue has about ten people."
"When it was my turn, I was the seventeenth person."
Liang Yuan's face darkened and he asked, "How many are you in total?"
"There are several hundred of us."
"Can the soul channel still hold up?"
"Difficult, we've already agreed that those who return first will quickly arrange a new soul channel for those who follow."
"What do you mean?"
Liang Yuan was slightly puzzled and hurriedly asked.
Ma Ning said, "It means finding new Spiritual Power experts to ascend the altar to prevent the souls of those currently on the altar from dispersing and causing the channel to collapse."
Liang Yuan's face turned grim; these people truly have a way.
