No one could withstand the Demon King; at least, not on Dragon Island. Even the True Dragon Sect would be powerless to stop it. To the onlookers, Lin Xuan was surely doomed.
"Let's go, quickly!" someone urged. "If that Demon King charges out, we're all dead!"
"Right, let's run!"
At that, the crowd scattered in a panic. They decided to leave the Ancient Relic immediately. It was simply too terrifying, too dangerous.
Huo Yuner left. Mo Feng left. The True Dragon Sect left. Soon, everyone was gone.
"Let's go," Wu Chen said. "There's no point in staying. Lin Xuan is dead; there's no way he's coming out of there alive."
After speaking, he turned and left. Chasing Wind followed suit.
Only Ru Meng remained.
Finally, Ru Meng, too, left. The ice from within the palace was already spreading outward, and a layer of frost was creeping across the surrounding ground. If she didn't leave, she would be frozen into an ice sculpture.
