Chapter 1324: Chapter 1324: Death Grand Array! (Second Update) “Engaging this false god is not worthwhile. Wait until we seize the treasure, then deal with him.” With a flash of his figure, Ye Qiu no longer lingered. Now that the Emperor had appeared, his intention to capture the six angels had to be suspended. Traversing the Mist Array, Ye Qiu moved like a fish in water, entirely familiar with the terrain, as if he was the one who set it up. The number of magic frogs rapidly decreased. The Mist Array no longer held much power. Estimating the time, Ye Qiu believed that the Saint Heir Taiyi and others feared they had already passed through the Mist Array and entered the Death Array. He proceeded swiftly, surpassing many figures, yet others could not detect him at all. It was because he thoroughly comprehended this Mist Array—an ability not even the top five Saint Heirs possessed. The mist dissipated, revealing a dim scene ahead with no light—all veiled in grey, akin to an overcast day. The Saint Heir Taiyi, Demon Lord Holy Son, Donghua Holy Son, and others had crossed the Mist Array, passed the foothills of Tai Mountain, climbed some distance upward, and entered the Death Array. The battle with the six angels consumed only a bit of energy for the five Saint Heirs, not causing any injuries. After a short rest, they continued on their journey. Leading the group were neither the few Saint Heirs nor Elder Mule, but some martial artists forcibly brought by Elder Mule. These martial artists were unfortunate. They intended to follow behind the Saint Heirs to reduce danger, but soon after following, they were coerced by Elder Mule to lead the way. Not wanting to die, they obediently walked at the forefront. Four martial artists advanced cautiously, praying there wouldn’t be any sudden danger, traversing with apprehension. As the four proceeded, suddenly the ground’s leaves rustled, and one martial artist suddenly vanished, seemingly pulled underground by something. After a scream, nothing remained, scaring the other three to swiftly retreat. “Halt!” Elder Mule bellowed, the three martial artists trembled, succumbing to the Elder’s authority, they stopped retreating but their eyes were still filled with terror, gazing fearfully at the pile of leaves. “Keep going,” Elder Mule said. The remaining three hesitated until Elder Mule showed killing intent, prompting them to move forward. This time, they avoided the previous area, relaxed only after confirming safety, yet their foreheads were soaked with sweat. The Saint Heir Taiyi, Demon Lord Holy Son, and others cared little for these martial artists’ lives or deaths; to them, they were like ants. Dead or alive, using them to scout the path was a decent strategy. Avoiding them suffering sudden dangers, just like earlier. “There’s something strange underground,” remarked the Demon Lord Holy Son. Yaochi Son of Saints, Donghua Holy Son, and Hongyuan Holy Son nodded in agreement, aware there was something beneath; otherwise, how would a martial artist be abruptly taken? However, noble as Saint Heirs, they were confident they wouldn’t be captured and could handle any unexpected dangers. Thus, they remained calm and unfazed. Not far ahead, another sound arose; another martial artist was pulled underground. Only two pathfinders remained, increasingly terrified. Were it not for Elder Mule’s compulsion, they would have retreated. At this point, they regretted following the Saint Heirs; with their strength, vying for treasures was out of the question, just surviving was challenging. Yet the world offers no remedy for regret. They followed out of greed for a share of the spoils, now facing death, sooner or later. The weak must understand their limits. Without awareness of the dangers behind great gains, they would ultimately doom themselves, just as with these four scouts. Within five minutes, another martial artist disappeared, leaving just one pathfinder to continue. Newest update provided by noveⅼfire.net “I don’t want to die, I don’t want to die.” The last martial artist’s eyes widened, enduring waves of internal turmoil as three companions vanished, never to return, knowing well what it meant. But could he dare not continue scouting? The elder behind kept a vigilant eye; any movement would lead to his death. The martial artist, helpless, continued forward, fearing a hand might emerge from the earth to drag him down. This immense psychological strain heightened his fear, and halfway through, he abruptly shouted, abandoning his slow pace to dash forward wildly. “Courting death!” Elder Mule frowned angrily, poised to strike and kill this fleeing native. Yet before his attack could launch, the martial artist was abruptly pulled underground, vanishing entirely, as if he had never existed. “What a pity,” sighed the Demon Lord Holy Son. “Had we anticipated this, we should have captured more scouts.” Without scouts, they now had to proceed personally. Passing through woods, the ambiance grew colder and denser. Strangely, as they continued onward, no dangers arose; the ground seemed ordinary with no lurking threats. Advancing about two hundred meters, they noticed numerous skeletons littered on the ground; rotted, only bones remained without any flesh. “Why are there so many skeletons here? Tai Emperor’s Bell just emerged; it shouldn’t have anyone getting in first,” the Demon Lord Holy Son remarked puzzled. “It is indeed strange,” Yaochi Son of Saints frowned, sensing an aura of death—everywhere imbued with its presence. “Don’t forget why we’re here. Tai Emperor’s Bell is Ge Tian’s treasure; with Ge Tian’s strength, summoning skeletons is easy. Yet, I am curious about the most dangerous being here,” remarked the Saint Heir Taiyi calmly. At Ge Tian’s mention, Demon Lord, Yaochi Son of Saints, and others reconsidered. Being the Star River Overlord, Ge Tian could effortlessly accomplish this. Moreover, this was just the foothill; further upward, greater perils were surely lurking. While they appraised the surroundings, preparing to advance again, the scattered skeletons sprang to life, lunging at them. The skeletons came alive! “Hmph, I suspected your trickery, skeletons.” Seeing the white bones rise around and more emerge from the soil, Saint Heir Taiyi’s expression remained unchanged, issuing a cold snicker as he attacked instantly. The other Saint Heirs simultaneously struck against the surrounding skeletal army.