Gan Yi sneered, "Die? The one who dies might not be me!"
As his words were about to end, a translucent box appeared beside Xu Huo, like a rectangular cabinet, directly enveloping him inside.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!" The Crimson Sword struck several times in succession, but it didn't leave a single scratch on the translucent barrier. Xu Huo tried various other props in vain, unable to break through the two-square-meter prop space.
At this time, Gan Yi, holding onto the Eye of the Deceased with a twisted expression, slowly began to pull the sword out, "Your sword is quite the treasure, capable of piercing through my defense prop. If you were holding this prop, 'Box of Life and Death,' you might not be trapped."
Xu Huo seemed to have given up on breaking through the prop. He looked at Gan Yi, "Can your prop seal the tickets?"
"Ha ha." Gan Yi chuckled, "Did you really clear the level?"