Watching the silhouette of the Celestial Venerable and his supporters departing, the expressions of the crowd began to turn complex.
On one hand, they wanted to proceed, but Yang Yan's recent words left an indelible mark on their hearts, making them anxious and hesitating.
"Let's risk it; fortune favors the brave."
After a brief silence, someone in the crowd suddenly gritted his teeth and spoke.
Then, his figure flickered, transforming into a rapidly moving afterimage, swiftly flying toward the depths of the basin.
Seeing this, the crowd exchanged glances with their companions and steeled themselves, casting their body techniques and following suit.
At this moment, Yang Yan, who had just caught up with the Void-Devouring Tiger and Ao Tian, slightly raised his eyebrows, and suddenly paused his steps, glancing back in the direction he came from.
The Void-Devouring Tiger and the others exchanged puzzled glances.
