As the ancient and heavy Dark Gate slowly opened, a distant and aged aura rushed forth.
It felt as if the shackles of space-ti were being transcended, drawing Lin Dong, Dracula, Ye Linglong, along with the Heavenly Realm warriors from the Ancient European Country, and the bounty hunters of Heavenly Realm strength into an unknown world.
The Ancient General Tomb, a place steeped in legends that seal endless secrets and power, finally welcod visitors again after a thousand years of silence.
Lin Dong tightly gripped the Yangxin Sword in his hand, his gaze intense; even he felt a hint of unease, suggesting that what lay ahead wouldn’t be simple.
Dracula, the vampire noble from a foreign land, concealed his figure with his signature black cloak, his eyes flickering with greed for ancient power.
The others, including the Heavenly Realm Second Layer bounty hunter, harbored their own thoughts but were drawn together by a common goal.
As they stepped into the ancient tomb, the zombie slaves controlled by General’s Power outside seed to lose their target, helplessly roaring at the entrance of the tomb, their shadows elongating in the moonlight yet unable to cross the mysterious Dark Gate.
This gate seed to define the boundary between two worlds, separating life and death, light and darkness.
Upon entering the tomb, the sight before them shocked everyone. They seed to step into an isolated alien world, with a grand and ancient great hall unfolding before them, its magnitude beyond imagination.
The do of the hall soared into the clouds, the walls eroded by ti yet still exuding an extraordinary montum.
More astonishing was the hall enveloped in a faint black mist, this fog seed to possess an unusual power to obscure sight and perception, making it difficult to clearly see the surroundings, only able to vaguely discern a few ters ahead.
"Is this the ancient ruins inside? Why does it feel so eerie?" The Heavenly Realm Second Layer bounty hunter murmured with a barely noticeable tremble, even such a powerhouse felt reverence in the face of this ancient and mysterious force.
His gaze searched through the mist, attempting to find clues, but besides boundless darkness and silence, he found nothing.
Lin Dong glanced around, a inexplicable chill rising in his heart.
Everything here felt so unreal, as if ti had stood still, even the air seed to freeze into substance.
He took a deep breath, trying to Pingfu his inner turmoil, reminding himself of the purpose of this trip.
Dracula gently licked his lips, his eyes glimring with a peculiar radiance, seeming to sniff out the scent of power from the cold, a power he had longed for that could make him even stronger.
"Lord Dracula, Lord Lin Dong, how should we proceed next?" The Second Layer bounty hunter asked the two.
Lin Dong did not answer, but looked at Dracula.
Dracula smiled slightly, saying, "Just go forward."
Speaking, he led the way outside.
In the deep and ancient hall, mysterious blood-red light flickered, casting mottled shadows, draping the thousand-year-old building in an aura of mystery.
Dracula, the legendary Count Vampire, his figure appeared and disappeared in the darkness, seemingly blending into the shadows.
He indeed had been here before, familiar with every inch of land here, now he was leading the way ahead, his steps light and soundless.
Everyone followed closely, a mix of curiosity and anxiety in their hearts, each step upon the dust of history, as if hearing echoes of the past.
The air was filled with an ancient and heavy aura, causing an involuntary feeling of oppression.
"Bang, bang, bang..."
Suddenly, an unusual sound shattered the silence—a series of clear and strong footsteps echoed in the vast hall, like a summons from another world.
Everyone’s gaze was drawn instantly, staring upward, only to see a chilly tallic sheen flickering in the weak light deep in the hall. It was an ancient battle armor, not standing still but moving toward them in an unimaginable way.
The armor was impeccably preserved, each detail radiating the glory and honor of the past, yet now, it appeared like a warrior returning from hell, carrying indescribable majesty and terror.
The armor’s steps, though heavy, were exceptionally steady, each step seed to tremble the foundation of the hall.
It held an iron halberd tightly in its hand, with wisps of black Qi entwined around the halberd, a manifestation of the Yin Vein’s power, emanating a chilling threat.
This power, even those experienced, felt a tingling fear rise, an unfathomable dread surging within.
The face of the armor was shrouded by a helt, leaving only hollow eye sockets visible, as if penetrating the deepest fears of hearts.
It said nothing, rely advancing silently, the invisible pressure seeming to solidify the air, making ti appear exceptionally slow.
"Why does an armor bring such overwhelming oppression?" The Heavenly Realm First Layer martial artist from the Ancient European Country muttered trembling.
Monts ago, the echo of each step of the armor felt like a heavy hamr striking his heart. Causing suffocation, he felt a terrifying pressure.
That feeling left him quite breathless.
The Second Layer Heavenly Realm martial artist also felt the sa, deeply intimidated by the armor.
They didn’t understand how an inanimate object could walk so vividly, nor comprehend the secrets and danger hidden behind it.
"What kind of terrifying existence is it, a battle armor worn in life? This is terrifying! It actually possesses self-awareness!"
"The dreadful Negative Energy on it definitely indicates its owner, wearing it in life, killed many Secondary Ancestors, even Ancestor-level beings. It’s stained with the blood of Secondary Ancestor-level and Ancestor-level powerhouses!"
"Not good, it’s coming towards us."
The two Heavenly Realm martial artists’ faces were filled with extre fear.
Lin Dong’s expression remained calm, yet a barely discernible trace flashed in his eyes.
He glanced toward Dracula beside him, finding Dracula’s eyes flickering, encountering Lin Dong’s gaze. Dracula transmitted his voice.
"Brother Lin, the last ti I ca, I didn’t see this armor!"
"This armor only appeared on our visit this ti. Perhaps sothing changed here. It could also be that others have been here..."
Hearing Dracula’s transmitted voice, Lin Dong was unsure whether what he said was fake.
"Bang, bang, bang~~~"
The armor continued advancing, with each step emitting a terrifying pressure.
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