Adrian, deep in thought, asked, "What could make an intermediate level-eight immortal like you so panicked?"

"You'll find out if you go ahead," Ciaran replied bluntly.

Adrian, with a lazy tone and a smile that sent a chill down Ciaran's spine, said, "If I go in myself, you might not have a chance to escape. I'm giving you an opportunity to redeem yourself."

"What do you plan to do with me?" Ciaran replied coldly, his eyes flickering as he closely watched Adrian. "Even if I'm trapped in this formation, if you come in, the outcome is still uncertain."

"Still being stubborn? I've seen plenty like you, and they all ended up dead," Adrian retorted, his expression darkening as he sat down cross-legged and slowly closed his eyes.

"Don't try to scare me!" Ciaran shot back, his face expressionless. "Do you think I'm so easily frightened? You're just a rudimentary level-eight immortal. What kind of trouble can you cause? I was only caught off guard by your tricks earlier when you were chasi