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Chapter 392 The Imprisoned Adventurer(2/2)

Rosa frowned and said, "What do these guys want to do by gathering the army together?"

"Who knows? It won't be long before we find out."

In Jedi, Yuyi's team is not the only team that can move freely.

Yu Yi also found many adventure teams watching on other hills.

The appearance of various adventure teams has long been discovered by spies from different spaces.

But the armies of various ethnic groups paid no attention to it, perhaps because they didn't care.

Facing the army, no matter how powerful the adventure team is, it is just a piece of cake.

Unless there is a strong saint in the adventure team.

The next day.

The gate of Qianyu City is opened.

There were a large number of people in the city walking out of the city.

I saw the army in the city escorting a large number of prisoners out of Qianyu City and rushing towards the altar outside the city.

The prisoners in the cage are not ordinary people, they are adventurers of all races who entered the desert of death.

The number of prisoners is also exaggerated, at least more than 100,000.

The adventurer who became a prisoner wore forbidden shackles on his body, crying and cursing in the cage.

What greeted them were soldiers' whips.

Amid curses and cries, the prisoners were sent to the altar.

Yan Qingqing whispered: "Hiss...there are so many adventurers. Won't all the adventurers and personnel from all forces who entered the Death Desert be arrested?"

Yu Yi shook his head: "No, there are far more monks entering the Death Desert this time."

Rosa frowned: "The situation is not right. Even if there are adventurers who are unlucky enough to be teleported into a different space, there won't be such a large number."

"Sister Sha, have you forgotten how we were teleported in in the first place?"

"Xiaoyu, you are saying that the Shura tribe has set up altar-like traps all over the desert to teleport passing adventurers into different spaces.

Then, the Shura tribe will unite with the races in different dimensions to arrest adventurers?"

"Nine times out of ten that's the case."

Liu Yunyue suddenly realized: "No wonder I and Brother Xue's team were hunted down immediately after entering the different space."

Xue Weihan gritted his teeth and said: "The abominable Shura clan, the young geniuses of the Xuelan Empire, all died in the siege."

Shui Xin'er couldn't help but ask: "The Shura tribe has captured a large number of adventurers and wants to sacrifice them?"

"I guess so." Jin Xiaoyu nodded.

Zixin whispered: "We must not let the Shura clan's conspiracy succeed, we must stop it.

The people who entered the Desert of Death this time were all the younger generations of all ethnic groups, and they were the pillars of all major ethnic groups.

If they are all sacrificed, all tribes will definitely be in decline."

Yu Yi asked back: "How to stop it? The total number of troops around the altar is at least one million.

There are also a large number of seventh-level and eighth-level powerhouses here.

I also vaguely sensed that there were several holy-level auras hidden, which were obviously the Jedi's trump cards.

With so many methods added together, just relying on a dozen of us, there is no way we can defy the odds."

"Oh...damn it..."

Everyone could only panic, but they were unable to rescue the trapped people.
Chapter completed!
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