After taking care of everything, Han Feng didn't relax.
He raised his hand, pointing first to the Shield overhead, which was slowly regaining its luminescence, then to the impenetrable darkness outside the door.
"I know a lot of you want to get out."
Han Feng's voice wasn't loud, but empowered by his Divine Sense, it carried clearly into every corner.
"But I'd advise you to give up on that idea."
"Because things outside are a lot more hectic than you imagine."
He paused, holding up three fingers.
"Three of them."
"At least three big ones, with auras around Tier Three, are leading thousands of their minions and have this place surrounded."
The moment he said this, the crowd, which had only just settled down, erupted into a commotion once more.
Tier Three!
Those were beings that only a Grandmaster Level expert could contend with.
To a Tier Three Spirit Body, this group of students—the strongest of whom were merely in the Meridian Passage Realm—were no different than snacks.
