In just a matter of ten seconds, the small vortex expanded beneath the Late-Golden Warrior's feet.
"Whoosh!"
"Ah!"
The same Sword Qi, the same sword position.
This was the second miserable cry, echoing within the array.
Even the Platinum Warriors felt a chill down their spines.
Too eerie!
"Ah... ah... ah..."
In a short span of around five minutes, over twenty miserable cries sounded again.
The unknown is the most terrifying.
These cries became the talisman of doom!
The remaining Golden Warriors of the Purple Wind Tribe were running and colliding inside the Cloud Killing Array, trying to break through in this manner.
They kept circling around, with different vortices constantly appearing around them.
This was an Early Platinum Warrior, wielding a long spear. Every time he moved a step, he turned and jabbed behind him with the spear.
"Commander!"
The Early Platinum Warrior shouted.
The echo of the screams could spread, but no matter how he yelled, there was no response.
