The mortality rate suddenly increased to fifty percent, and Ye Changqing's face turned pale, a great disaster has occurred!
He immediately rushed out of the Soul Hall, sprinting to the Hall Master's room.
Disregarding etiquette, he pushed the door open directly.
"Hall Master, the situation inside the Secret Realm has worsened again!"
He had already reported several times about the unexpected casualties in the Secret Realm.
'Worsened again?'
Zhang Zizhao felt the veins on his forehead throb sharply, he stood up from the pudun and stepped swiftly to the door.
"Let's go, we need to see."
When they rushed into the Soul Hall, they discovered that more than ten soul lanterns had gone out again, cold sweat dripped from Ye Changqing's forehead.
The disciples going to the Secret Realm were the elites of this generation's disciples.
It is no exaggeration to say that seven to eight out of ten Chao Origin Stage cultivators of the next generation will come from among them.
