The figure rely stood there and simply swung a punch, like a whirlwind sweeping through, as if bombarded by artillery shells.
The scar-faced strong man’s head exploded just like that, turning him into a headless corpse, falling stiffly to the ground.
The bloody and brutal scene instantly dropped the atmosphere on site to freezing point.
Everyone stood still, their facial expressions frozen at the mont of the punch.
There was astonishnt, there was fear, but more was bewildernt in the face of this sudden, overwhelming power.
The treasure hunters, who were shouting and about to charge forward just now, seed like they were under an Immobilization Spell, all speechless, unable to utter a single word.
A few who were closer and ready to swarm halted abruptly, their hands holding weapons quietly retreating backward.
They seed to want to show they ant no harm, fearing that they too might beco the next target of attack and end up like the scar-faced strong man.
A bit further away, those treasure hunters with companions exchanged glances full of suspicion and doubt.
Originally, they thought they could take advantage of their numbers, fish in troubled waters, and have the last laugh, but now they were completely at a loss.
Soone wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, muttered in a low voice:
"What... what the hell is this? Are we still going to snatch it?"
The others shook their heads silently, no one daring to respond easily, just staring intently at the unmoving figure opposite them.
Not to ntion the terrifying power of that punch, just the posture alone showed that the other party was frightfully strong.
Defeating him would definitely not be an easy task!
The scene fell into a deathly silence, only the rustling of leaves and the heavy breathing of the crowd were particularly clear.
But not everyone was fearful or apprehensive towards this mysterious arrival.
Bai Ling let out a sigh of relief, gently rubbing her heaving chest, a trace of joy from surviving a calamity on her face.
Big Hamr sat down heavily on the ground, he had returned to normal, the wounds on his body still seeping blood, yet seemingly unaware, just panting heavily, his eyes fixed on the strong-looking man.
Through Lin Chuqiao’s reminder, they all knew this person was most likely the one who had just joined the "group chat," self-called White Ghost’s ally.
At this mont, Lin Chuqiao also opened her eyes wide, intently staring at the slightly mysterious figure.
Inwardly, she was secretly relieved that her premonition was correct, the Spiritual Signal she sent out earlier indeed received a response.
The other party had actually followed the Spiritual Link, crossed the fog barrier, and successfully found this place.
It’s important to know that having the ability to pinpoint a target’s exact location from a distance is not sothing that can be done easily without certain conditions.
To achieve this effect, there are two conditions that must be t.
That both parties possess extraordinary Spiritual Energy, and share so kind of special bond, thereby producing Mind Sensing in the unseen world and establishing an unbreakable connection.
Thinking of this, Lin Chuqiao’s eyes were brightening, increasingly eager to see past that mask and uncover the true face of the opposition.
And just then, in the full view of everyone, that figure suddenly took a step forward.
Seeing this, everyone instinctively shrank their pupils and stepped back simultaneously.
It was as if a human-shaped ferocious beast was standing before them, ready to pounce and attack at any mont.
"Is this what you want?"
The figure’s deep voice cut through the fog, breaking the dead silence on the scene.
At the sa ti, he slowly raised the Golden Benba Bottle in his hand.
The pure gold crafted bottle shone brilliantly in the dark, as if hiding so mysterious power, instantly attracting everyone’s gaze.
The treasure hunters widened their eyes, staring fixedly at the treasure, hearts filled with both greed and astonishnt.
They suddenly realized sothing; this person actually grabbed the bottle directly with his hand.
Could it be he’s not afraid of being drained by that bizarre golden light, turning into a dried corpse?
Next, soone seed to recall sothing, showing a look of disbelief, quietly pointing at that mask and shiny bald head, whispering to a companion.
Apparently recognizing this mysterious man as the expert they had encountered in the underground vault before.
All of a sudden, whispers and discussions rose and fell incessantly.
Fang Cheng stood opposite, his gaze sweeping over the treasure hunters who had been briefly intimidated, his eyes seed to pierce each person’s inner weaknesses and greed.
Seeing their hesitant expressions, neither advancing nor retreating.
Fang Cheng paused briefly before speaking again:
"The Golden Benba Bottle is in my hand, whoever can defeat , I’ll hand it over to them, how about that?"
This statent stirred an uproar among the crowd, looking around at each other, minds filled with the embarrassnt of being provoked.
Even though what the other party said was extrely arrogant, in a true one-on-one fight, indeed no one dared to step forward to have a life-and-death duel with this "human-shaped ferocious beast" standing before them.
"Humph!"
Soone suddenly snorted coldly, issuing a reminder:
"Don’t fall for his trick, he’s using rhetoric to deceive us! We have so many people, why not join forces to take him down first, then decide who gets the treasure?"
"Yeah, what’s there to fear? No matter how strong he is, can he be stronger than the dozen or so of us combined?"
Another person suddenly exclaid with enlightennt, his words carrying a bit more confidence.
Subsequently, an old man standing at the back of the crowd slightly nodded, cleared his throat, and shouted loudly:
"Wait for my command, I will use my ability to paralyze him and hold him back, you all just charge in and capture him in one go!"
Everyone was discussing amongst themselves about how to handle this "chief villain" right then and there.
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