Tomb raiding: It all started with shocking the archaeological team.

Inside the main hall, hoarse, frenzied incantations echoed, deafeningly loud.

The shadowy figure, reflected in the eerie green light on the banner, moved its limbs faster and faster, its movements becoming increasingly bizarre and exaggerated. Suddenly, it bent its legs, arched its body, and crouched down, dancing to the rapid rhythm of the incantation, as if performing an ancient sacrificial dance.

At the same time, the bronze-armored ghosts, having automatically broken through the formation, were all like wild horses or beasts released from their cages, wielding various weapons and launching a fierce attack on Chen Yibai under the frenzied chanting of witchcraft.

In fact, at this moment, the Nine Netherworld Killing Formation had already broken automatically. Facing the surging copper-armored ghosts, Chen Yibai still had enough time to easily turn around, slip away unscathed, and retreat unharmed.

There is also a certain amount of time to rush up to the altar and kill that bastard hiding inside the banners, but doing so would be somewhat dangerous.

So now Chen Yibai faces two choices.

Retreating can save your life; a true man can bend and stretch—it's nothing shameful...

If we move forward, we have a chance to completely break this deadlock, and this is an opportunity. If we miss this opportunity, there is unlikely to be another chance.

To return to the point, the original purpose of the Nine Netherworld Killing Formation was to ensure that those who entered the formation would never return, but now it has broken the formation on its own initiative and abandoned the siege.

On the surface, it appears to be a coordinated and fierce attack, but in reality, it's a shift from offense to defense, a move to "protect the king."

What does this mean?

This can only mean that Chen Yibai's gradual approach made the spellcaster hiding in the magic circle feel the danger, and this can also be felt from the urgent rhythm of the incantation.

So if we don't rush in now, what the hell are we waiting for!

Without further hesitation, Chen Yibai gripped the bronze sword in his hand and leaped straight toward the spirit communication array in front of him.

Keng!

The nearby bronze-armored demon swung its bronze axe to intercept him, but Chen Yibai gritted his teeth and used his bronze sword to forcefully block it. Ignoring the numbness in his hand from the impact, he turned around and drew his sword, slashing at the banners on the outer edge of the magic array.

chap!

The bronze sword is double-edged and extremely sharp.

Two of the banners surrounding the magic array were cut in half and fell down with a 'whoosh', like a fig leaf being ripped off.

Behind the banners, on an altar made of fist-sized skulls, was a circular magic circle painted with the same totem as the Taikang clan. The magic circle was also painted with many incantation characters.

The entire totem array emitted a dazzling, eerie green light, truly resembling an entrance barrier to the Netherworld.

A faint green light emanated from the darkness of the main hall, but it was initially obscured by numerous banners, making the source of the light difficult to discern.

The incantation sounds cannot be determined by direction, which should be for the same reason.

Now, Chen Yibai has cut a gap in the banners that were blocking the outside of the magic circle, and the entire hall is instantly filled with green light. At the same time, the incantations are clearer and more audible.

On the luminous, green-glowing spirit communication array stood a solitary, withered figure in black robes. His body was completely shrouded in a wide black robe, obscuring his form. In his left hand, he held a magical artifact that appeared to be made of leg bone, and he continued to twist and turn his body, making exaggerated movements as if performing a ritual dance.

"He is not Prince Kang!"

Looking at the man in black robes, Chen Yibai immediately realized that this man in black robes did not resemble the King of Kang; he looked more like a high priest!

During the Xia and Shang dynasties, when sacrifices were considered the highest form of worship, the high priest was the medium through which mortals communicated with the gods. Therefore, the high priest's status was second only to the king, and they were all extraordinary individuals skilled in witchcraft and proficient in forbidden arts.

Suddenly, the black-robed priest looked up sharply.

He wore a bronze mask with an extremely ferocious and evil smile. The mask was painted with complex and strange lines, and two round holes were cut out for the eyes, through which a pair of scarlet eyes stared straight at Chen Yibai. His eyes were sinister, eerie, angry, and fierce, which made Chen Yibai feel a chill run down his spine.

What is this thing?

ghost?

Or is it a zongzi (sticky rice dumpling)?

For a moment, even the well-informed Chen Yibai was unsure what this thing was.

Anyway, it's definitely not human.

Whatever it is, I'll go up and try to cut it.

"call!"

Before Chen Yibai could rush into the magic array, several nearby bronze-armored ghosts, wielding long spears and bronze axes, blocked his way. The encirclement of Chen Yibai from other directions was also getting smaller and smaller.

Seeing that a direct assault wouldn't work, Chen Yibai didn't act rashly. He retreated temporarily and looked for another opportunity.

Once the Nine Netherworld Calamity Formation breaks on its own, it will pose little threat or damage to Chen Yibai.

Because it is impossible for the black-robed priest to perfectly control more than fifty bronze-armored ghosts at the same time using only his sorcery.

Without even thinking about it, things will definitely turn into complete chaos, and then we'll wait for an opportunity to rush in.

This tactic is absolutely perfect!

However, to Chen Yibai's surprise, the bronze-armored ghosts that had blocked the magic circle earlier did not chase after him, but instead stood still in front of the magic circle!

And it's not just these few bronze-armored demons.

The remaining dozens of bronze-armored demons formed a circle and charged forward in a dark mass.

Chen Yibai was still waiting for them to collide with each other and then create complete chaos.

As a result, when these copper-armored demons who had surrounded him saw Chen Yibai retreating, they did not pursue him. Instead, they all turned around abruptly and surrounded the altar, forming an impenetrable iron barrel formation.

What the hell does this mean?

Chen Yibai stopped and stared in astonishment at the fifty-odd bronze-armored ghosts surrounding the altar, momentarily bewildered.

This isn't how you switch from offense to defense, is it?

How afraid must one be of rushing onto the execution platform?

The world is unpredictable; there must be something sinister going on!

There's definitely more to this than meets the eye!

"Giggle...giggle..."

Suddenly, the black-robed priest on the altar stopped dancing, and his hoarse, impatient incantations also ceased.

The priest in black robes stared intently at Chen Yibai with sinister eyes, letting out a chilling chuckle, as if he were preparing some big move, determined to have Chen Yibai cornered today.

This gave Chen Yibai a strong sense of foreboding. His mind raced, wondering what kind of forbidden or evil magic this bastard might possess.

"Moo... Hum..."

After the eerie laughter subsided, the black-robed priest chanted his incantation again, and his withered body began to writhe once more.

But this time the incantation's melody and rhythm were completely different from the previous one. It was no longer ghostly or eerie, but rather came out of a hoarse voice, extremely shrill, like a real ghost's wail.

At the same time, the black-robed priest twisted his body, raised his arms, and extended a pair of large, shadowy hands from his wide black robe, forming a very complex hand seal in the air!

Upon seeing the black-robed priest's handprint, Chen Yibai's rapidly working brain suddenly remembered.

This is an ancient forbidden incantation technique, the Yin Po Sacrifice!