The room was very quiet.
More than fifty people sat densely across the room resting, Huang Biao leaned against a worn-out bench and the wall, his face calm, but his eyes were filled with gravity.
The more unexpected situations occur, the more it signifies that things are slipping out of their control.
"Click, click~"
Footsteps sounded outside the door.
Su Changxing pushed the door open and walked in, his mouth slightly upturned, he said blandly:
"I'm afraid we now have no retreat, only one path left, to eliminate the Extraordinary here. Only by eliminating them can we possibly get out of here."
Although Su Changxing thought that by exploring a little more, they could find some patterns and then leave, there was no need.
As the saying goes, breaking through the boats and sinking the ships, Qin's passes belong to Chu in the end...
Many times, strength is one aspect, but the spirit is another.
