The cavern is darker... so corners are so impervious that not even acid rain can seep through.
Several figures who had been resting in the shadows suddenly opened their eyes, with a fierce light of desire flashing deep within their pupils.
"Such intense energy fluctuations... it must be sothing good! Could it be Death God’s treasure? Or perhaps a gang’s abandoned loot?"
The first voice murmured to itself.
"Whatever it is, it’s worth us getting involved."
The second voice decisively concluded.
"Notify the other gangs, mobilize everyone. Whether we can hit it big this ti and leave this hellhole depends on how ruthless they are."
Several figures moved silently like phantoms, their target extrely clear—the heavy iron door located deep within the cavern.
As they moved, more and more people followed alongside them.
...
Nest City No. 3, Equality Association headquarters.
Chen Zaikun, who had been hunched over studying secret texts, slowly lifted his head, his gaze sharp as a torch, instantly locking onto the location of Nest City No. 4.
Being a Tier Six expert, his perception ability was naturally beyond doubt, detecting the soul fluctuations the mont they erupted.
"Soul fluctuations, interesting."
Chen Zaikun smiled as he closed the book.
Previously, he had been relentlessly pursuing ways to beco stronger, going as far as to fall out with Yun You, just to obtain the piece of Saint’s remains mostly used up by Jing.
But now, with Zhu Xing’s help, he no longer needed to resort to such risky thods.
The power showed by Zhu Xing wasn’t inferior to a Tier Seven True God, and more importantly, it didn’t require bearing the "death risk" associated with absorbing the Initial Sequence. Comparing the two options, he naturally chose the better and safer one.
Few people wish to leave this world at a young age, and Chen Zaikun naturally was not an exception.
Yet, he was quite interested in this massive soul energy. Thus, he got up, silently stretched, and set off toward Nest City No. 4.
...
At the sa ti, in Nest City No. 17, within a small building buried deep in the steel city.
"Soul... can soone really research soul to such an extent?"
"Elrond and Zhao Xuan are already dead, there exist no Tier Seven experts in the world. Although Chen Zaikun is powerful, he is rely a Tier Six Death God, not reaching the level of Quasi-God or True God and incapable of releasing such strong soul fluctuations."
"Moreover, why does the nature of this soul energy resemble... Doll?"
"Could it be..."
In the darkness, several pairs of pitch-black eyes slowly opened.
"This won’t do, Doll belongs to Death God, we can’t let them continue this ss."
"Inform the organization, send teams one and two together. They don’t need to bring anyone back, the sole objective is to destroy and annihilate everyone there."
"Yes..."
Several voices responded silently and then vanished.
...
Inside the surgery room, the strong light gradually subsided, but the air was still laden with powerful energy remnants, crackling loudly.
The core device that produced the light emitted wisps of blue smoke, its crystals dimd considerably.
Akas was gasping for breath, his face pale, clearly overwheld by the previous operation, but he too could not afford distractions, his bloodshot eyes locking tight on Lamia on the operating table, his fingers trembling as he again reached toward the monitoring instrunts...
"Bang!"
Suddenly, a heavy thud struck the iron gate of the courtyard fiercely! The imnse force made the entire door fra groan.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Then followed the second hit! And the third! The latch groaned under the strain.
"They’re here!"
Yun You fought to suppress the dizziness and nausea brought on by the lingering soul shock, staring hard at the violently trembling iron door outside.
Akas didn’t stop observing Lamia, rather he took a deep breath.
"Yun You, I’m counting on you."
Yun You did not reply. She took a deep breath, feeling the air smothered with the scent of disinfectants and cold steel flooding her lungs, suppressing the sensations of dizziness and nausea.
She abruptly turned around, no longer watching the operating table or caring about the precariously shaking monitoring screen, her figure a blur as she shot through the narrow passage, lunging toward the thick iron door of the outer courtyard undergoing fierce impact.
"Boom!"
The heavy crash echoed like the death knell, each beat causing the concrete walls of the courtyard to groan. At this mont, the center of the iron door bore a massive dent, its edges severely deford, clearly on the brink of shattering.
Outside the door was a throng of gang mbers, numbering in the hundreds.
They wore tattered acid-resistant leather or simply went bare-chested, faces painted with grueso oils, eyes alight with greed and bloodthirsty nace.
Cheap energy weapons, crudely made shotguns, heavy tal clubs, and machetes swung wildly in their hands... a storm of spittle-filled shouts, excited howls, weapon clanging against the tal door all mixed together, forming an utterly irrational frenzy.
"Smash it open, there’s bound to be treasure inside!"
The leading brawny man had a scar running across his left eye, his eyes full of the ecstasy of impending success, as if he could already see piles of wealth and treasures.
He swung a huge tal hamr, preparing to deliver the final blow to the distorted iron door,
But just as he gathered all his strength, about to swing the hamr...
"Clang—!"
A sudden explosion erupted like a bomb blast, and the heavy iron door was brutally blown away from inside by a terrifying force beyond imagination!
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