A single word ignited the dormant battle intent.
Wei Banng’s eyes no longer hesitated, and he imdiately sat cross-legged to adjust his breath.
Chu Kuanglan and Lu Jiuyuan, as if injected with a stimulant, raced against ti to recover their state.
Fang Qingyu leaned against the cold stone pillar, staring at that Dark Source Material and the unusually conspicuous red titles around...
Three directions, twelve people.
Both Martial Artists and Divine Cultists were present, suggesting they weren’t from the sa faction.
Moreover, there weren’t any Martial Arts Grandmasters or Divine Chosen among them.
This didn’t put any pressure on him and Jiang Wei; naturally, they couldn’t abandon this Dark Source Material.
Moreover, although he had only verbally expressed his gratitude to Yan Shouzheng back in the courtyard, the man did save his life, and that debt needed to be repaid...
But as they waited.
At the edge of the night vision, new red titles erged like ghost fires quietly lighting up in the dark, appearing one after another.
Three sharp auras rapidly approached from the left rear cave entrance!
Two figures silently erged from the passage hidden by the giant stalagmite on the right rear!
Even deeper within the stalagmite forest where they were hiding, an extrely faint aura, almost blending with the environnt, was detected!
In re monts, the area had eerily gathered at least four more groups!
Including themselves and the original three groups, there were seven factions in total, like a swarm of sharks slling blood, subtly surrounding the center of the cave.
"Damn it..."
Chu Kuanglan also sensed it, opening his eyes abruptly, his voice deep and confused, "Why does it feel... like they’re all arriving precisely at the right ti, as if they got the call to co here? Only we stumbled upon this place by sheer luck, like a blind cat bumping into a dead mouse?!"
Lu Jiuyuan’s gaze was as sharp as a knife: "It’s too coincidental. The Eternal Silence Abyss is vast and boundless; without precise coordinates or special sensing thods, it’s impossible to gather here by coincidence!"
Wei Banng also furrowed his brows, his cold face shrouded in doubts.
Fang Qingyu’s eyes narrowed slightly, flickering with a cold light.
"It’s indeed suspicious. But... it doesn’t matter now."
Fang Qingyu’s gaze swept over those newly appeared figures, either restless in the dark or silently lurking, his lips slowly curling into a cold and violent arc.
As long as no Tier Two erges...
He’s determined to seize today’s Dark Source Material!
Even Jesus couldn’t stop him!
"Banng." Fang Qingyu turned to Wei Banng, whose aura had cald considerably, his voice low and clear, "How exactly do you collect the Source Material?"
Wei Banng snapped back to attention, speaking rapidly: "The Profound Qilin Blade just needs to co into contact with the Source Core! But the mont of contact, the Source Material will be devoured by the dual blades, and the Sword Spirit will imdiately enter a tamorphosis and advancent state! During this process, staying in place is necessary, with no movent possible, and no usage allowed! It could be as short as a few breaths or as long as a quarter-hour! If subjected to strong interference or attack during this ti, not only will previous efforts be wasted, but there’s also a risk of weapon damage!"
"So," her gaze was as icy as it was serious, "seizing the Source Material is just the beginning! Guarding that area, protecting the tamorphosing Profound Qilin until the process is complete, is the true challenge!"
Fang Qingyu listened, his expression unchanged, nodding calmly.
"Understood."
Two core points.
Seize it! Protect it!
The difficulty increased sharply, but the battle intent in Fang Qingyu’s eyes burned even fiercer!
At this mont, the spinning dark vortex at the cave’s center suddenly paused!
At the collapsed core, a point of purest blackness, capable of seemingly absorbing souls, like a cosmic singularity, fully ford!
Vast and pure "Dark" Origin erupted violently, sweeping across the entire space.
All the lurkers’ breaths instantly beca heavy!
The killing intent collided in the dark like substantive ice spikes, clashing wildly!
"Now’s the ti!" Fang Qingyu shouted lowly, swiftly retrieving a few charred face wraps from his tactical bag used yesterday in the Thunderstorm Cloud Sea.
"Put them on!"
The three with Wei Banng didn’t hesitate, taking the face wraps and quickly covering their mouths and noses, leaving only their sharp eyes exposed.
Jiang Wei also silently tied a small handkerchief.
Just as Fang Qingyu was about to issue the command.
"Hehehe..."
A laugh, carrying a touch of sinister seductiveness, sounded abruptly in the dead-silent cave like a slippery poisonous snake, clearly piercing into everyone’s ears.
"Ladies and gentlen, this ’Tear of Eternal Night’ is already ripe. Hiding it now is rather petty. Why not co out for a breath of fresh air? A good thing should see the light... though there’s not much light here."
With the sinister laughter, several figures leisurely strolled out from behind the giant stalagmite on the left.
The leading figure was tall and slender, dressed in a long gown of pitch black brocade that seed to absorb light. His face was pale, with features so handso they were almost otherworldly, with a smirk hovering on his lips.
His attire resembled that of a gentleman from ancient tis.
"Profound Yin Association, ’Mr. Mo’ Mo Chen." Wei Banng’s voice carried unprecedented gravity and wariness as he whispered rapidly into Fang Qingyu’s ear, "An ancient underground organization entrenched in the eastern coastal regions of the Federation for centuries, their actions are mysteriously unpredictable, with sinister and ruthless thods. It’s said they worship certain gods related to the ’Abyss.’ They specialize in the study of chill and corrosive dark powers and are extrely eager for the Dark Origin! This Mo Chen is one of the leaders in ’Abyss’ operations for the Profound Yin Association, extrely dangerous."
"Mr. Mo is indeed in a hurry."
From the sunken cave at the right front, a voice as hoarse as sandpaper, with a rich tallic texture, sounded.
Three figures erged, led by an exceptionally burly and robust individual over two ters tall, clad in simple heavy armor crudely pieced together from heavy, coarse dark alloy plates and an unknown Life Ghost leather.
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