Chapter 142: Dragon Bone

The light from the scale-patterned lantern illuminated the surroundings. As they entered the cavity, a faint metallic gleam emerged from ahead; it was a skeleton clad in armor, clutching a spear-like weapon in its bony hands.

Throughout the dozens of days spent excavating the ruins, Wade had become essentially certain that this place was the temple ruins of the Silver Moon Elves. He had seen similar figures depicted on the top-most stone slabs—those were the warriors of the Silver Moon Elves, wearing armor adorned with silver, scale-shaped decorations.

Tang Li suddenly felt as if something were behind him. He turned his head to look and saw two guards who had not been there a moment before.

Abel now understood the intentions of the Tower Spirit, Flavie, and he could not help but shudder. The fact that the Tower Spirit knew how to use such baiting tactics was startling; if it were up to him to command the battle, he would not have possessed the resolve to let the first intruder, Senior Wizard Nigel, escape. In his mind, every enemy killed was one less to worry about.

However, Long Xingquan was also worried that some individuals might try to shirk their duties or act dishonestly, which would be a troublesome development.

Zhunti was quite astonished to see that Zhou Tianci had not been swept away by his move. His Seven-Treasured Branch was refined from his own original form shed during his enlightenment, combined with primordial metals like gold, silver, and glazed glass. It was a top-tier innate spiritual treasure that never failed to capture anyone or anything it targeted, so he had not expected Zhou Tianci to evade it.

This led to a situation where whenever Kant had a question, Baron Ryan Isaac Cameron would take the initiative to help him resolve it.

"You, how did you suddenly become so flamboyant?" Feng Yue stared at his current appearance, practically dumbstruck.

The monkey was not about to yield; the three-foot-long blue sword in his hand was arranged in a hexagonal formation, each corner gleaming with cold light and exuding an imposing spiritual aura.

The Golden-Winged Great Peng carved out its existence by feeding on dragons; it was the apex of avian predators and held a natural suppression over all serpentine creatures. Since Zhou Tianci's strength was inferior to Yuyixian’s and his bloodline was also suppressed, he had no ability to resist when facing him.

Seemingly catching the scent of fresh blood, the zombie howled and launched a second strike. At this moment, Abel was unable to move his entire body, still not having recovered from the first blow; only his shield remained held firmly in front of him.

Footsteps approached from the distance. Lu Rangjun snapped out of her thoughts, returned the items to their original positions, and closed the hidden compartment.

In the center of the grand hall stood three white stone pedestals radiating a faint spiritual glow, each topped with a treasure that shimmered with specks of light.

Although Su Yunliang had become a spiritual chef, she was only a first-tier one; how could she possibly compare to Su Yunxue?

The Bull Demon King, who had remained silent until now, finally spoke. His majestic voice stunned the White Elephant, and the Nine-Spirit Yuansheng also ceased his attack.

Old Will's mouth was gagged by Patshill, leaving him able to emit only helpless, muffled groans. Trist and the several elders exchanged glances, immediately abandoned the Divine Mage, tackled the prophet who was attempting to flee, and began interrogating him about the successor of that prophecy.

These words struck right at the heart of Haitang’s intentions, causing her face to flush with embarrassment. Her tongue felt as if it were being held fast, unable to speak or offer a rebuttal, and her aura weakened significantly. More importantly, when Nanny Liu said this, Gu Jingfeng was right behind them, hearing every single word.

"Is Mumu truly that important? If so, why did you tacitly approve of Chengcheng’s actions?" She knew these ancient characters carried great significance; while they might not reflect the current landscape, they would not deviate too far from their original meaning.

These sentiments, which had once felt faintly sweet in the depths of her heart, had soured not long ago when she watched her friends—who had participated in these events—go insane one by one, slaughtering each other and devouring one another before her very eyes.

Seeing that matters had more or less come to an end, Bai Li went with Su Yusheng to Mo Qingyan’s palace to carry out the celestial punishment upon Mo Qingyan and the others.

Su Yusheng was, to a certain extent, perhaps a match for his master, though one was gentle and refined, while the other was bewitchingly seductive.