The quiet night, the silent stone mountain, yet the void was permeated with a faint whiff of death that sent shivers down the spine. Luo Zheng realized this situation was extremely unfavorable for everyone. He calmly watched the target ahead, his frigid gaze growing even icier, tingling with faint killing intent, his complexion as somber as iron, and he said coldly, "Since it's a deathtrap, attack is not an option, retreat is also not an option, then let's just fight and force the enemy to reveal all their cards."
"That sounds good. All analysis is just one-sided speculation without evidence. A fight might clarify things. But how? Maybe, concentrate fire and take out one person first, and if the enemy still doesn't move, we eliminate them one by one," Lan Xue suggested, her tone icy cold, exuding a chilling murderous aura; the deathtrap had also ignited her temper.
