CHAPTER 666: CHAPTER 408: THE THING BENEATH THE SEAL

Xiling City sits at the edge of the mountain cliff, its broken skyline still robust, resembling a slumbering giant beast in the twilight, waiting for its prey to walk into its trap.

The ruins appear particularly eerie under the moonlight, with dark red vines crawling over the shattered stone pillars, and the air filled with a rotten odor.

Some vines seem to slither slowly, as if alive, exuding an aura of the Abyss.

After entering Xiling City, guided by the Perceiver Blue Blood, they search for the seal beneath these ruins.

Blue Blood delved deep into Xiling City, expanding his perception, and found the location of the seal within minutes, leading the team to the very center of Xiling City.

Due to the age of the ruins, the surrounding buildings had collapsed, leaving debris everywhere, burying the seal.

"It’s right below. We have to move these rocks first." Blue Blood pointed beneath him.

"Move the stones." The Pharaoh commanded in Elf tongue, looking at Red Beard.

Red Beard stepped forward, hoisted the debris, and with a heave, threw it tens of meters away, causing the ground to shake with a "boom".

Blue Blood leaned against a broken pillar, sarcastically teasing, "Our Ancient Roman noble also has to do physical labor."

Red Beard had just lifted a broken pillar, and upon hearing this, spun around and hurled it at Blue Blood.

A mocking smirk curled at Blue Blood’s lips. With a flip of his hand, a Sikes Electromagnetic Kinetic Gun appeared, and he pulled the trigger.

Boom!

The electromagnetic bullet shattered the pillar, exploding into a sky full of debris with a "boom".

"You remain as irritable as ever, lacking a bit of noble coolness and composure."

Red Beard turned and continued clearing the stones, snorting, "You better not let me find out your real identity, or I’ll crush you."

Since Red Beard held the number 019 in the Creator Organization, while Blue Blood was 017, organizational discipline dictated that the lower the number, the higher the status.

Thus, in the team, Blue Blood’s rank was above Red Beard’s, enabling him to mock him at will.

Once inside the sealing area, Ke Yiming spoke no more.

Blue Blood glanced back at him, asking, "Two days ago, during a communication attempt, you didn’t respond."

Ke Yiming glanced at him indifferently, retorting firmly, "Try stealing something in the Elf Main City."

He offered no explanation for this situation, for the more explanation, the more suspicious it seemed; a firm retort appeared far more assured.

As they argued, Red Beard had cleared away the stones on the ground, revealing an ancient altar.

The Pharaoh raised a hand to halt their quarrel, then produced three Anti-Demon Alliance Commander statues, saying, "Shut up, place the statues."

Blue Blood, Red Beard, and Ke Yiming each carried a statue to the three corners of the altar, placing them on corresponding pedestals.

As Ke Yiming placed the statue, he seemingly observed Blue Blood inadvertently, suspecting that the other might already have doubts about him, necessitating increased caution.

Once placed, Red Beard looked around, seeing no change on the altar, and asked perplexedly, "Why is there no reaction?"

The Pharaoh circled the array patterns on the ground, drew out a Magic Wand, and cleared the dust concealing the array lines, revealing the complete Array Map.

After glancing halfway around, he located an Array Eye, removed a Crystal Core, tossed it into the eye’s recess, then swung the Magic Wand down forcefully.

Boom!

With a crack, the Crystal Core shattered, releasing a burst of energy, instantly illuminating the Sealing Magic Array.

The bases of the three statues began to rotate, facing the central position as the artifacts in their hands emitted beams of purple light, focused on the array’s center.

The entire Magic Array radiated a dark purple glow, the ground started to quake, and the center of the plaza gradually opened to reveal a pitch-black hole.

As the ground began to shake, the five present retreated with guarded expressions.

Ke Yiming retreated the furthest, his eyes already scanning the surroundings.

Among the five people present, only he knew this plan was a trap.

The Elves would surely surround them, and when conflict erupted, it would be his only chance to escape alive.

As the ground cracked open, it revealed the sealed Moon Well opening.

A cold gust emanated from underground, with black mist billowing from the hole.

The mist writhed in the air, forming various sinister shapes.

Such dense Abyssal miasma, if entering the human body, would surely cause physical mutation.

This raiding team from the Creator Organization was unscrupulous in pursuing profit, but they didn’t wish to mutate into demons, so they continued to retreat, avoiding the black mist.

The emergence of the black mist was just the prelude, followed by streams of black viscous liquid gushing from the hole, spreading outwards.

Bubbles swelled on the surface of the viscous liquid, dispersing black mist outward.

The Pharaoh looked at the four, asking, "Who will go down and find the Dragon’s Tooth?"

Dark Star glanced at Ke Yiming, saying, "Is it whoever finds it gets it?"

The Pharaoh, on the Spiritual system enhancement path, wasn’t keen on the sword, so he casually agreed, "Bring back the remains of the Elf Sword Saint, and the Dragon’s Tooth is yours."

"Very well, the sword is mine." Shadow glanced at Ke Yiming, rushing ahead, diving headfirst into the Moon Well.

Ke Yiming had initially feigned moving forward, but once Dark Star was tricked into entering, he immediately halted.

Suddenly, a silver light sliced through the night sky as a torrent of arrows rained down from the cliff of the mountain.