Capítulo 1858: Chapter 1853: Seedbed of Artifacts (8)
An interesting technique, it appears to be endlessly useful in a fight.
Watching the fla that stuck to the wall like a wad of snot, Fu Qian did not hold back his praise.
The first strike given to that Crimson Angel earlier was apparently caused by the sa thod.
Although its concealnt wasn’t too strong, if the adhesion effect were slightly better, it could clearly cause quite a bit of trouble for people.
Besides, the power is pretty decent too.
Boom!
As he assessed it, the fla exploded suddenly, just like before, releasing a power inconsistent with its appearance.
Even incomparable to previous experiences.
All present were keen-eared and sharp-eyed Transcendents, and they likewise recognized this as the technique that had been used.
However, the power of the explosion was much more exaggerated than the last ti.
The entire wall, which appeared to be thick and solid, even enchanted with a layer of ice, was torn asunder like paper, scattering debris in all directions.
“There’s a passage here that’s been hidden all along… Is the prohibition of entry that strict?”
Jill reacted quickly, stepping forward to examine the large hole that was now exposed, expressing her confusion.
Faint light could be seen seeping through, illuminating a staircase leading downward.
“It’s not always like this, but you can think of it that way.”
White only paused for a mont as the explosion occurred, then continued forward, walking down.
His aning was simple—a strictness not universally applied, but a good reference point.
“There are other routes, but this way is much closer.”
…
So far, they have shown professionalism.
As the last one descending the stairs, Fu Qian t Mr. White’s unfriendly gaze, returning it with a smile, even giving a fair evaluation.
Judgnt shouldn’t be swayed by position. Until now, this person has indeed lived up to the survivors’ trust.
Decisive handling, highly purposeful guidance, even finding alternative routes unknown to everyone.
Of course, maintaining vigilance towards suspicious individuals—such as himself.
As soone self-aware, Fu Qian deeply understood he was an elent of discord in the team.
Behavior was the least of it, Mr. White’s conduct was far from polite, his deanor exuding a warden-like air.
Yet despite that, his provocation of everyone’s nerves was far less than his own.
Not only was his origin suspicious, but his calm, relaxed deanor in the face of imdiate peril could only be explained as having ulterior motives.
Since this path to survival opened, the others possibly watched his reactions, but with Mr. White present, they didn’t need to be too apparent.
Honestly, their judgnt wasn’t wrong; his purpose fundantally differed.
The curse of Crimson Frenzy indeed was spreading over him.
Fu Qian could even affirm that the curse’s erosion on him, a Second Phase, was much more intense than on the group of survivors.
Left unchecked, it would make for a spectacular sight as it developed.
This was its oddity, akin to a percent-based health drain regardless of the blood bar length.
This alone proved the Transcendents were right to taboo it.
Yet it wasn’t an exaggerated threat.
Let’s not forget, theoretically speaking, he had a real death condition—a pending encounter before the Four Horsen of the Apocalypse arrived.
But why act with the team under such circumstances?
Among three, there must be a teacher of mine.
It’s hard to imagine that the person he was looking for would simply hide in so cell.
New to this realm and lacking understanding, naturally, he sought professional advice.
Even with the threat of survival, their motivation had been maximally ignited, requiring no additional push from Clear Dream Ring.
Regarding the teammates’ suspicion, Fu Qian had ample experience handling such matters.
The alertness due to his calm deanor wasn’t an issue; he just had to maintain sufficient calm.
The team’s core purpose in assembly was the strength in numbers to increase survival odds.
Continuously following the team without airing opinions or creating obstacles was more prudent than prematurely dealing with soone suspicious.
Ah—
This layer below was darker and more confined comparatively.
The subsequent cry echoed within, lingering persistently.
This sudden change imdiately drew everyone’s attention while seeking directions, all turning to regard Mr. White at the forefront.
“…Let’s go check it out; we were headed there anyway.”
Already upon descent, the disturbance prompted White to shift his focus, with an increasingly serious expression.
…
“Here?”
The voice didn’t co from far away, or Fu Qian wouldn’t have guessed at imminent disturbances.
The position where the group descended was a wide, arc-like corridor, directly reaching its exaggerated height, seeming to embrace the previous detention area at its core.
Rushing along, they reached an intersection inducing visual errors, where White halted everyone.
This ti, however, Li stepped forward to confirm the target before White acted.
The difference was apparent, as the corridor’s side had a noticeably industrial segnt, absent of decorative elents, and dim lights filtered through from behind.
“Break it.”
The mbers’ enthusiasm pleased White, who gave the order directly.
Crash!
In almost an instant, the seemingly solid wall was shattered by Li.
Differing from White, Li displayed sheer brute strength, quite fitting to his form.
“It seems conscious, but sohow not quite right… It’s one of yours.”
The stone shards flew, and Jill, slightly behind Li, observed beyond the wall, coming to a conclusion.
The last statent directed at White.
In the familiar prison-like lighting ahead, soone lay on the ground, limbs twisted unnaturally.
The scream obviously ca from him, strangely silent now despite appearing in extre pain.
Besides, despite so stylistic differences, the person’s attire unmistakably mirrored White’s style.
“He is mine.”
White acknowledged coolly, his steps unceasing as he advanced.
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