Legend of the Embroiderer

A thrilling escape operation is currently underway in the eerie and little-known secret basement of the Netherworld Cult.

Crown Prince Li Zhao, Wu Chen in plain clothes, and the lovely Su Mengyao, three people of different identities, are now closely surrounding the mysterious old man.

With a solemn and expectant look, he tried to decipher the last rune, because behind this rune was a secret passage that could open the road to freedom.

Their hearts beat like war drums, rapidly as the runes were unlocked bit by bit, and each beat seemed to strike at everyone's tense heartstrings.

The air was filled with a mixture of tension and excitement, and everyone could clearly smell the scent of freedom that was so close yet so far away.

However, just as the brilliant light of the rune was about to fade away and the secret passage leading to freedom finally slowly revealed its vague outline, a dull and heavy sound of footsteps that was so palpitating suddenly broke the original silence in the basement.

Those ghostly guards of the Netherworld Cult appeared at the entrance of the basement without any warning!

Moreover, the number of these guards far exceeded their previous expectations. It was obvious that they had rushed here after receiving some unknown emergency alarm, with the purpose of completely intercepting these people who were trying to escape.

Li Zhao's brows knitted together as he saw this, a flash of determination flashing across his eyes. His right hand subconsciously gripped the hilt of the sword at his waist, his knuckles turning slightly white from the excessive force.

He knew very well that this sudden encounter would inevitably trigger an extremely fierce and arduous life-and-death struggle.

But he had no intention of retreating. Instead, he gave the order without hesitation: "You two, take the old man and leave immediately. I will hold the line here alone!"

His voice was low and firm, containing a powerful majesty and resolute decision that no one could question.

In Su Mengyao's beautiful eyes, a barely perceptible trace of worry flashed across her face, like a shooting star across the night sky.

However, she knew that at this moment, she could not afford to hesitate or hesitate at all. So, she nodded without hesitation, quickly helped the old man to his feet, and prepared to take immediate action according to Li Zhao's instructions.

Although at this moment, her heart was filled with deep fear of the upcoming fierce battle.

But at the same time, her full trust in Li Zhao and her strong desire to succeed in the end were like a burning bonfire, supporting her to move forward courageously.

Wu Chen, who was following closely behind Su Mengyao, now had his already sharp, eagle-like eyes fixed even more closely on the front.

He was fully focused and always in a state of high alert, ready to step forward at any time and protect the old man and Su Mengyao beside him with all his strength.

His powerful hands tightly grasped the weapons in his hands, as if at the slightest sign of trouble, he would brandish the weapon without hesitation and engage in a thrilling life-and-death battle with those vicious guards from the Netherworld Cult.

In an instant, the atmosphere in the entire basement suddenly became extremely tense and depressing, making it almost hard to breathe.

The light emitted by the blazing torches was like lively elves, happily jumping and dancing on the heavy and sturdy armor of the guards.

In the flickering firelight, one could clearly see that each of the guards had an expressionless face, their expressions as cold as a thousand-year-old ice.

There wasn't even a shred of mercy in their cold and ruthless eyes; instead, there was only a resolute determination to carry out orders from above.

"Hurry! Go faster!" At this moment, Li Zhao lowered his voice and urged hurriedly.

His body was already tense like a bow with a fully drawn string, and he was in a fighting posture, like a tiger ready to pounce, just waiting to face the fierce attack like a storm that was about to come.

In that confined basement, a suffocating and solemn atmosphere permeated the air, as if even the air had solidified into a block of lead, weighing heavily on people's hearts.

The faint firelight illuminated the small space, and the flames danced restlessly, casting shadows on everything.

Crown Prince Li Zhao stood there, his eyes as sharp and bright as a burning torch, scanning the complex situation before him at an extremely fast speed.

He knew very well that if he directly confronted the ferocious guards of the Netherworld Sect, not only would his chances of victory be slim, but even the life of the mysterious old man would be seriously threatened.

Because this old man is not just guarding the "Space-Time Xuanji", he is also the key to uncovering the huge conspiracy of the Netherworld Cult. So no matter what, we must ensure that the old man is safe and sound.

Thinking of this, Li Zhao took a deep breath and then ordered again in a deep voice: "Hurry up and take the old man away from here! I will stay and try to delay them."

Although his voice was low, it revealed an unshakable firmness. Every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, full of determination that could not be questioned by others.

At this moment, his eyes were fixed on Wu Chen and Su Mengyao. A hint of barely perceptible worry flashed across his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by full trust and earnest expectation.

Wu Chen was seen holding the long sword tightly in his hand, the sword flashing with cold light, reflecting his extremely resolute face.

His face clearly showed his boundless loyalty to the Crown Prince and his determination to fight to the death: "Your Highness, please forgive me for not being able to obey your command!

Let us fight side by side. You absolutely cannot face so many vicious enemies alone!"

Su Mengyao bit her lower lip tightly with her pearly teeth, and her lips turned slightly pale. Her originally beautiful red lips now looked a little pale and weak.

Her beautiful eyes flashed with complex and tangled light, and her heart seemed to be torn apart by two powerful forces.

On the one hand, reason told her that Li Zhao's decision was undoubtedly wise and correct; but on the other hand, emotions were like a surging tide that hit her heart, making it difficult for her to let go of the man in front of her and let him face the huge unknown danger alone.

"Li Zhao, no! How can we just watch you take risks alone?" Su Mengyao's voice trembled slightly, filled with endless worry and concern.

However, Li Zhao just waved his hand lightly. Although the movement was light, it was as firm and unshakable as a mountain, instantly interrupting the words that everyone wanted to continue to dissuade.

"This is my order, and it cannot be questioned! You must ensure the safety of that old man. Only then will we have a chance to fully uncover the numerous conspiracies hidden behind the Netherworld Cult."

Li Zhao's words were sonorous and powerful, and every word was like fine steel that had been tempered a thousand times, resounding and resounding.

It contains an innate kingly majesty that makes people feel awe involuntarily and cannot produce the slightest intention of disobeying.

Wu Chen and Su Mengyao looked at each other and saw the same helplessness and determination in each other's eyes.

They knew very well that at this moment, following Li Zhao's arrangements might be the most appropriate choice.

So, the two of them nodded slowly, indicating that they agreed to do so.

"Hurry! Stop hesitating! Take him away from here quickly!" Li Zhao urged loudly.

At the same time, his figure flashed to the entrance of the passage like a ghost, and the long sword in his hand emitted a cold light, as if it would be unsheathed at any time to drink blood and fight against the enemies who were about to swarm in.

After Su Mengyao and Wu Chen looked at each other, they reached out without hesitation to support the frail old man.

Although their steps seemed hurried and flustered at the moment, every step they took and every subtle movement they made revealed extreme caution.

Because they knew very well that at this moment Li Zhao was taking a huge risk and using his own life as a bargaining chip, trying his best to win precious time for them.

Therefore, they must not let everything Li Zhao has done go to waste, and they must not let him down in the slightest bit for his heavy trust.

As time passed, the already depressing and gloomy atmosphere in the basement became even heavier, as if the air was about to solidify.

The terrifying footsteps of the guards became clearer and clearer, and each sound hit everyone's heart like a heavy hammer.

At the same time, the harsh sound of the guards' metal armor rubbing against each other also drifted back and forth in this narrow and cramped space, endless and creepy.

Li Zhao took a deep breath, trying to calm the tension that was surging in his heart like a tide.

However, even so, his heartbeat continued to accelerate rapidly, as if it was about to burst out of his chest.

He was naturally extremely afraid of the fierce battle that was about to take place, where life and death were uncertain. However, deep in his heart, there was always a fire of unshakable faith burning.

No matter what, even if he uses up his last bit of strength and sheds his last drop of blood, he will protect his companions and the secret of the "Time and Space Xuan Ji" that concerns the fate of the entire world!

At this moment, Wu Chen and Su Mengyao swiftly helped the mysterious old man to his feet and stood steadily. Their eyes met, and a look of determination flashed in their eyes.

Then, Wu Chen slightly opened his lips and muttered something, and a series of obscure and extremely complicated ancient spells slowly flowed out of his mouth.

As these spells sounded, his slender hands began to wave and sway nimbly in the air, as graceful and charming as a dancing butterfly.

In an instant, a thick and heavy fog emerged from nowhere, quickly spreading and enveloping the surroundings tightly.

And within this hazy fog, all sorts of bizarre and bizarre illusions appeared one after another: ferocious demons with bared fangs and claws; terrifying giant beasts of enormous stature; and even the eerie and terrifying headless horseman...

These illusions were so vivid and lifelike that they successfully attracted and distracted the attention of the approaching guards.

"Hurry, now!" Wu Chen lowered his voice and urged urgently. There was some difficult to conceal nervousness in his words, but more of it was unwavering determination.

He and Su Mengyao were seen holding the old man tightly, taking every step very carefully, as if they were afraid of waking up this sleeping illusion.

They struggled through the layers of illusions, their steps light and swift, their goal directed towards another exit. At this moment, a deep sense of gratitude suddenly flashed in the old man's weathered eyes.

He knew very well that if it weren't for the help of these two brave and fearless young people, he would never see the warm sunshine again in his life and would be trapped in this dark place forever.

At the same time, the illusion cast by Wu Chen was like a mysterious veil, successfully blocking the sight of the guards.

They looked around in the misty fog, but could not tell which were real scenes and which were illusions.