"Guardian, is it really impossible to leave this place?" Fang Lin asked.
The woman in the black robe showed no expression, "My life is bound to this Second Array. As long as the formation exists here, I must remain. If the formation disperses, or I try to leave, I will immediately die."
Hearing this, Fang Lin inwardly sighed. If it was truly so, there indeed seemed to be no good solution.
Life bound to a formation—Fang Lin was aware of this; many formation experts could achieve it.
If a formation grandmaster were to come here, perhaps there might be a way to save this woman, but with Fang Lin's own abilities, it was impossible.
Nor could Old Dried Corpse; neither of them had much skill in formations.
"Although I can't free you from this place, maybe once your cultivation is sufficient, you might be able to break free from the shackles of this place," Fang Lin said.