839: Chapter 839: “Pawns Crossing the River Can Only Move Forward, Not Backward 839: Chapter 839: “Pawns Crossing the River Can Only Move Forward, Not Backward “You guys will enjoy yourselves later!” Several security guards led Phoenix into the security room, smugly showing off to the other patrolling guards.

“Thirty seconds left!” Yao Dao’s serious voice sounded through Phoenix’s earpiece.

“Clang!”

As Phoenix entered the security department, her curvaceous, long legs straightened and gently closed the door with a kick!

At the same time, Phoenix tugged at her dress…

“Haha…”

The four security guards inside the security department went crazy; some stood stunned, others began unbuckling their belts.

“Twenty seconds!”

“Ah…”

In the next moment, a series of wails echoed throughout the room.

“Haha, these beasts…”

The patrolling guards outside laughed lasciviously when they heard the hysterical sounds coming from the intercom.

“Ten seconds!”

“Five seconds!”

“Done!”

With a swoosh, the lights in the entire private bank were extinguished!

The scene inside the room was completely different from what the patrolling guards had imagined.

The four security guards were lying on the ground like salted fish, their eyes bulging, faces twisted in agony.

They all had a common feature: a wound on their necks that looked like it had been bitten by a beast.

Phoenix smiled charmingly, holding something shiny in her hand—a silver hairpin unique to the Divine Land.

“Phoenix retreat, Tang Jue, initiate the action!

Remember, you only have forty seconds!”

“Understood!”

Before long, four figures appeared at the entrance of Aksam’s private bank!

Ye Chenfeng, Fatty, and Ghost Hand God of Killing followed behind, watching silently.

“Hmph, easy!”

Tang Jue, the Divine Hand, snorted coldly, calmly taking out his tools and unlocking the first lock.

“Thirty-five seconds!” Yao Dao’s cold voice sounded like a deathly prelude, spurring the team to their fullest potential.

They moved like lightning, barely having time to marvel at the luxury of the private bank, turning instead to the second lock.

Tang Jue, hailing from the Tang Sect, was a master of hidden weapons, and he was also an expert in mechanisms.

During his years abroad, he studied foreign codes and mechanisms, becoming a master in this field!

“Buzz!”

Suddenly, a green light screen appeared in front of them, covered in densely packed, stair-like codes that made one’s head spin!

Don’t underestimate this light screen; if you force your way through, it would cost you dearly in blood!

“Weinale Matrix!”

Divine Hand Tang Jue’s eyes gleamed sharply as his fingers danced over the light screen!

“Thirty seconds!”

…

“Heavenly Net password!”

“Twenty seconds!”

…

“Five seconds!”

“Done!”

…

“Tang Jue retreat, Weapon Master take action!

You have less than twenty seconds!”

Divine Hand Tang Jue retreated, leaving Ye Chenfeng, Ghost Hand God of Killing, and the Weapon Master Fatty in the scene.

Before them was a door, radiating metallic brilliance like the armor on a Transformer.

Phoenix mentioned that this was a Mecha Gate made of new materials; it was soft but incredibly resilient!

It could withstand powerful grenades and even block large-scale destructive weapons!

If it weren’t for the pressing time, Ye Chenfeng would have loved to try and see if he could punch through this Mecha Gate.

Fatty moved swiftly, taking out a small bottle filled with purple liquid and pouring it all over the Mecha Gate.

Ye Chenfeng knew that Fatty’s concoctions were terrifying, far more potent than liquid nitrogen, which wouldn’t work on this special door.

“Pfft!”

Having finished, Fatty stepped back, holding a pump-like object and pressing a button, releasing a red gas that quickly covered the Mecha Gate completely!

“Boom!”

The next instant, a deafening explosion rocked the space, making Ye Chenfeng’s ears ring and lose their sense of hearing.

The power of this liquid and gas was astonishing!

Ye Chenfeng couldn’t imagine what it would feel like to have this spray on his body; the destructive force would be unimaginable.

The scene before him was even more alarming; a fireball engulfed in crimson flames expanded rapidly, threatening to flood the entire tunnel like a surging wave.

A scorching heatwave surged towards them, lifting their hair and reflecting their stunned expressions.

It felt like they were about to be roasted alive, Ye Chenfeng thought bitterly.

Ye Chenfeng was dumbfounded, thinking the crazy Fatty might have blown them all up without retrieving the item!

Ye Chenfeng’s nerves were tense, ready to pull Fatty and Ghost Hand God of Killing back—no way he would risk his life here.

“Gah!”

Just when Ye Chenfeng felt disappointed, the fireball began to shrink, getting smaller and smaller until it turned into a spark and vanished.

What came next was even more shocking; when Ye Chenfeng opened his eyes, the Mecha Gate was gone!

Huh?

Could that fireball have been the Mecha Gate itself, disappearing on the spot?

How magical!

This was the special liquid-gas mixed bomb created by the Weapon Master Fatty, which had two unique properties.

First, unlike regular bombs that expand and explode due to thermal expansion and compression in small spaces, Fatty’s bomb concentrated the energy inwardly, explaining the shrinking fireball.

Secondly, the bomb employed a smelting principle that melted the Mecha Gate entirely, dispersing it as gas!

“Mission completed, Weapon Master retreat!

Divine King, God of Killing, the rest is up to you.

Remember, you have only three minutes; after that, you will be surrounded!”

“Understood!”

Fatty retreated, Ye Chenfeng and Ghost Hand God of Killing composed their expressions and moved forward quickly!

“Baka!”

Before long, four more figures appeared before Ye Chenfeng and Ghost Hand God of Killing, four masters clad in white robes.

“Japanese samurai?”

This was unexpected; no one thought there would be Japanese samurai guarding the location of the Dragon Slaying Plan.

An idea flashed in Ye Chenfeng’s mind: Could it be that Aksam is seeking allegiance with a Japanese power?

“What?

Japanese samurai?” Yao Dao’s voice came through the earpiece: “If it’s too hard, Divine King, you should retreat?”

“At this critical juncture, we’re like chess pieces crossing the river; we can only advance, not retreat!” Ye Chenfeng said.

As he spoke, the sound of blades echoed!

Blades weaved a dense net, moving with lightning speed and without pattern, as the four masters darted like electricity!

Blade lights, shadows, creating a scene of utter confusion!

The small space was instantly filled with electric-like currents.

Dim lights reflected the dimming life lamps!

Ye Chenfeng moved, drawing the attention of the four masters to himself.

At the same time, Ghost Hand God of Killing launched an astonishing step, transforming into a bolt of lightning, slipping through the gaps between the slightly stunned four samurai.