Whoosh——
The strong wind ca head-on, making it impossible for an ordinary person to open their eyes.
Suddenly falling, Aiven, who was in mid-air, could already sll a familiar formula, the standard configuration in many secret realms— the "No-fly Zone".
In his line of sight, apart from so indigenous humans and physical demons, those evil spirits with innate flying abilities were also falling like stones.
Aiven could only hold Angie tightly to his chest, preparing to activate the Activated Spiritual Light just before the hard landing to create a gust of reverse wind, ensuring a safe landing for both of them.
Since escaping wasn't an option, he had to start planning for this ga filled with evil ghosts and evil spirits, which was bound to be extrely dangerous.
Until...
Pop!
Soon, the two broke through a layer of white mist-like mbrane, leaving a long trail behind them, with countless "teors" also descending in the sa space beside them.
The first sight was Manitoulin Island, 130 kiloters long, underfoot. One end was covered in thick white glaciers, gradually transitioning to the other end of continuous forests, vast valleys, and scattered lakes and marshes.
Just as Aiven was about to find a suitable landing spot in this vast area.
Bam——
Unexpectedly, his feet suddenly landed on the ground.
Fortunately, the physical control of a Tier 3 Physical Side Transcendent was strong enough, a slight bend in the legs maintained balance, and he casually placed Angie, who seed a bit reluctant, on the ground.
When they both looked up again.
Where was the vast glacier island? All they saw was a dark, tall ceiling of a building in their view.
Under the dim, phosphorescent-like light source, the surrounding was filled with tall walls covered in moss, looking uneven, with various ancient abstract humanoid sculptures, and each of the two rectangular stone portals in the darkness led to other spaces of this unknown building.
The place where they stood was a raised stone platform, while other areas were half-subrged in water, the stagnant water looked sowhat dirty and was at least half a ter deep.
It seed sowhat like an abandoned native temple flooded with water.
Snap——
Angie raised her hand and cast a Lighting Technique, illuminating the space.
But her alabaster forehead furrowed slightly, although still unclear about the situation. With the talents of [Sacred], [Healing], and [Animal Affinity], she could clearly sense the deep malice from every wall brick around.
"Teacher, where is this...?"
Plop! Plop!...
Before she finished speaking, four or five splashes of water ca from one of the rectangular portals.
Then ca panicked and chaotic shouts.
Because the Hurons and the nearby Iroquois spoke the sa language, "Iroquois", Aiven, who frequently dealt with the Hurons, could easily discern the aning of their words.
"It's the legendary haunted place... White Bone Temple! And the Bone-Scraping Priest!"
"I don't want to die, great 'Fierce Tiger Spirit', save us!"
"There's light over there, run quickly!"
Aiven took Angie's hand again, a slight electric current flashed, and their spirits were already connected together.
Using the Life Magnetic Field to emit invisible ripples, they overlooked all sorts of architectural obstructions, bringing the scenes in the adjoining spaces into view.
[Desperate Thunder Swordsmanship: Low-Pressure Pulse]
Although it might be under so sort of unknown forcefield suppression, the detection range was less than a hundred ters, it was enough for them to "see" what was happening opposite.
The human yearning for light was an instinctive reaction; a total of five aboriginals, wearing deerskin garnts and carrying simple trade rifles, were wading through cold filthy water, desperately fleeing in their direction.
Anyone could see the fiercely suppressed fear behind their gritted teeth.
Splash, splash, splash...
It seed like they might be Iroquois living at the other end of Lake Huron, without any transcendent among them, likely caught up here while hunting nearby.
But from the aning of their words, it seed they had so understanding of what this place was.
"White Bone Temple?"
Behind these aborigines, a group holding obsidian ritual daggers with golden collars around their necks, wading through the muddy water like amorphous spirit bodies, chased without pause. Moreover, their speed in the water was much faster than humans.
In the blink of an eye.
The sharp obsidian ritual dagger had already struck the last person in the group.
Strangely, there was no trace of blood, but the Iroquois hunter suddenly fell to the ground, clutching his thigh and wailing bitterly, as if in unbearable pain.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!..."
Through the all-round view of [Low-Pressure Pulse], Aiven noticed the abnormal stiffness in the opponent's thigh, while a portion of a nearby wall seed quietly replaced by a leg bone.
Evidently, these muddy black spirit bodies were what they referred to as "Bone-Scraping Priests," and their attack thods were extrely eerie, using ritual daggers to directly take away others' bones.
Furthermore, in the low-pressure pulse detection.
Including the hall Aiven was in, the non-load-bearing parts of the moss-covered walls had mostly been replaced by human bones, indicating that most of the building they were in might consist of human skeletons.
Aiven had heard of "brick-concrete structures," but it was the first ti he had heard of a building thod embedding human bones into non-load-bearing walls, no wonder it was called the "White Bone Temple."
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