The deeper she went, the more frightened Alison was. She thought it was an ordinary tunnel, but she knew she was wrong when she saw the paved rocks underneath her feet. Soon, Alison arrived at the private room that Darryl was in before. She had a few hundred guards with her.
"Sect Master, this place seems to be an ancient ruin. There might be danger hidden all around us. Why don't you stay here, and I'll go investigate with the rest of the guards?" Rosalind said after scanning the other tunnel entrances. She had always been a cautious one, and her priority was to ensure Alison's safety at all costs.
However, Alison thought otherwise. "It's just an ancient ruin. Nothing to be afraid of." Determination streaked her exquisite face as she said that. As the sect master of the Fantasy Sect, it would be humiliating if she was frightened. More importantly, she wanted to recapture Madame Pandora and Darryl as soon as possible. After all, Darryl might be the only person in the world who could read the Holy Jade Scripture.
Alison started to deploy her guards. "Rosalind, take a few men and go down the tunnel of the left, and a few other men can take the tunnel of the right. The rest of you, follow me."
Rosalind did not say anything else. In no time at all, the few hundred guards had been divided into ten groups with a tunnel assigned to them. Alison also entered one of the tunnels with a hundred guards or so.
However, within a few steps, Alison heard a weird sound coming from the walls. It was evident someone had stepped on the wrong rock. She furrowed her brow and quickly signaled her guards to stop, but it was already too late. Instantly, arrows soaked in oil flew out at them.
They tracked their way back and turned to another path before they came across a giant altar. Darryl gasped out in fright when he saw the huge altar—it had a few trap formations. Those kinds of formation could be considered high-level formations; they would not be able to come out once they went into it, not even when they were dead. The most shocking thing about the altar was the throne in the middle. It was carved from a pure-black stone, and someone was sitting on it quietly.
'Sh*t! There's someone there!' Darryl thought; he was in shock.
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