Lan Huan stepped forward, bent down to pick up Lan Yue, and ran towards the outside.
He had just run halfway and hadn't managed to get out, when the tomb chamber shook violently one last time before gradually stopping.
Lan Huan steadied himself against the wall and realized this fact, letting out an angry roar.
Unexpectedly, even at this point, they still managed to dismantle the trap.
He was unwilling to accept this.
His mind raced as he thought of something, a sinister glint flashed in his eyes.
He looked down at Lan Yue, gritted his teeth, and ran in another direction with her.
On the other side.
Xiao Chen was quickly running towards the depths of the ancient tomb, the nape of his neck still tingling slightly, reminding him of what had happened before.
Lan Yue had used a strong anesthetic on him while he was off guard.
Fortunately, his body had already built some resistance to anesthetics, and he awoke not long after.
