"Distract?"
Lin Xin noticed that he had said "distract" instead of "eliminate."
Clearly, they were also unsure about handling this servant of the Evil God, hence they opted for this method.
His expression remained unchanged. He observed how Zeng Zhuo and his siblings coped while he began to carefully calculate the gains, losses, and arrangements in his mind.
On the other hand, the Zeng siblings looked distressed as they were assigned their roles. Lu Qiaoqiao, with her hand on the hilt of her sword and a murderous look in her eyes, was obviously ready to act at any moment.
In such a coercive situation, there was really only one choice.
Having made their decision, the group swam towards the Black Water Palace.
The palace doors were wide open. Each door was etched with twisted symbols of unclear meaning.
Behind the door was a long, dark corridor that went straight down to a very deep part of the underground, its floors and walls hard and cold, forming a square tunnel.
