Duan Gujin, trapped within the Lost Illusion Array, could already sense that some powerful individuals were rapidly escaping the maze.
He frowned slightly, took a deep breath, and then continued to pour Primordial Power into the Lost Illusion Array.
Moments later, he spewed out a mouthful of old blood.
"It seems I can't hold on much longer! Forget it, forget it!"
Duan Gujin knew that with his current physical condition, it was absolutely impossible to stop those masters who had already fled.
He knew that controlling the Lost Illusion Array, while also extending his Demonized Martial Soul to control the more than three hundred thousand soldiers, was an extremely difficult task.
Although he could recover some of the spent Primordial Power by consuming the Primordial Power of some soldiers through his Demonized Martial Soul, the power he absorbed from those ordinary soldiers was actually far less than what he had expended.
