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

Chen Yibai quickly calmed himself down and forced himself to stay calm. Only then did he realize that his whole body was soaked in cold sweat.

The black-robed priest's skinned face and his scarlet, sinister eyes were terrifying, leaving an extremely frightening impression on the spirits of the slaves who were used as sacrifices.

So when Chen Yibai picked up the Soul-Driving Staff and communicated with those ghosts, he himself was drawn into this extreme fear.

"Mr. Chen..."

"Captain Chen...Captain Chen..."

Just then, a fire suddenly lit up inside the hall, followed by shouts from Yan Wanlei and Wang Haichuan.

The door of the main hall.

After waiting for more than ten minutes, the archaeological team had shouted themselves hoarse, but they still didn't receive a response from Chen Yibai. The atmosphere remained lifeless.

This gave the archaeological team a bad feeling, and they simply couldn't bear the mental torment, so after discussing it, they decided to go in and see what was going on.

Because all the flashlights were broken, the archaeological team temporarily took off their clothes, rolled them up on wooden sticks, and made a few makeshift torches.

The raging fire burned the clothes, causing them to emit thick black smoke, and the firelight also illuminated the main hall.

Yan Wanlei led the special operations team, carrying torches at the front, keeping a high level of vigilance and cautiously scanning their surroundings while calling out, searching for Chen Yibai.

Even if he's dead, we should at least see his body so everyone can finally give up hope.

"Captain Yan, Mr. Chen just said that we're not allowed to come in on our own, so... isn't this too risky?"

Little Tiger, who was standing next to him, couldn't help but mutter something under his breath, his voice trembling.

"We've been waiting for so long, and no one answers when we call. If Mr. Chen really encounters some kind of accident inside, are we just supposed to wait at the door until we die?"

Yan Wanlei raised his eyebrows and said.

"Pah, pah, pah, Captain Yan, you mustn't say such unlucky things!"

Wang Haichuan quickly shut Yan Wanlei down.

It is said that tomb raiders are very averse to saying the word 'death' when they are entering a tomb.

At this point, Wang Haichuan had no choice but to believe this theory.

Just as Wang Haichuan finished speaking, Chen Yibai's voice suddenly came from deep within the hall: "I'm here..."

"Mr. Chen?"

"you are still alive?"

Hearing Chen Yibai's voice suddenly coming from the darkness, which sounded like a savior's cry, everyone was instantly moved to tears and almost jumped up in excitement.

However, at the same time as Chen Yibai's response came, there was also a 'whooshing' sound.

The voice sounded familiar, as if I had heard it somewhere before.

Before anyone could react, they realized what was going on with that 'whooshing' sound.

From the edge of the darkness illuminated by the firelight, many shadowy figures clad in bronze armor and wielding weapons suddenly appeared. They moved with incredible speed, like ravenous demons or primordial beasts, exuding a powerful killing intent as they charged straight towards them.

The speed was so fast that the special operations team didn't even have time to draw their guns. In that instant, all that could be thought in everyone's mind was regret—regret for not listening to Chen Yibai and for rushing in rashly.

Hope and despair can sometimes be separated by a mere instant.

Wang Haichuan watched helplessly as a bronze axe blade, gleaming with a cold light, came crashing down on his head. At that moment, Wang Haichuan's legs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead, and he was frozen in place. He already knew he was going to die, and he could already picture his head being cleaved in two by the axe blade.

"broken!"

Meanwhile, on Chen Yibai's side...

Just after responding to the archaeological team, the bronze-armored ghost, which had been motionless around the altar, suddenly charged towards the archaeological team like a mad beast, filled with ferocious killing intent.

This is because the spirit has sensed the yang energy of the living. The spirit, which died in extreme pain, carries deep resentment and malevolent energy. After sensing the yang energy of the living, it will take the initiative to attack.

Chen Yibai was holding the Soul-Driving Staff, because he could communicate with these spirits through the staff.

Therefore, Chen Yibai also sensed the murderous intent of these ghosts towards the archaeological team.

There were a total of fifty-three bronze-armored demons. If they just charged in like that, the entire archaeological team would be instantly wiped out like cutting melons and vegetables.

"stop!"

In desperation, Chen Yibai gripped the Soul-Driving Staff tightly, gritted his teeth, and roared hysterically, the veins on his neck bulging with fury, using his consciousness to suppress the malevolent spirits' murderous intent towards the archaeological team.

Chen Yibai's furious roar echoed loudly inside the hall.

Wang Haichuan dared not look directly at the axe blade coming down in his face. He had already closed his eyes, awaiting death. Although being blown in the head might be a gruesome death, he hoped it wouldn't be too painful...

Suddenly, Chen Yibai's angry roar came from his ear again, shouting something like "Stop?" Although it was very imposing, it felt a bit ridiculous.

These are all ghosts! They're thousand-year-old rice dumplings!

Even if you're a tomb raider, can you just stop whenever you want?

As the axe blade fell, whistling through the air, Wang Haichuan could clearly feel the chill of the falling blade hitting his face. Startled, Wang Haichuan's anus tightened, his whole body trembled, and his pelvic floor muscles contracted uncontrollably.

Oh no, I think I've lost control of my bladder...

A warm current flowed down his thigh. Wang Haichuan didn't care about losing face anymore; after all, everyone was going to die anyway, and no one would know.

I only waited a few seconds, and I finished peeing, but it felt like time had been frozen.

Wang Haichuan shuddered again, his face contorted in pain, and slowly opened his eyes.

The sharp axe blade was still on his forehead, missing by just a millimeter.

A bronze-armored figure stood before them, holding a bronze axe aloft, motionless as if frozen in place.

Then, glancing sideways, he saw that the other bronze-armored soldiers were also maintaining the same posture of having their attack interrupted, remaining motionless.

This suddenly reminded Wang Haichuan of the angry shout of "Stop!" he had just given!

Is it...

Before Wang Haichuan could think any further, he heard footsteps slowly approaching from the dead silence. Following the footsteps, he looked up and saw a familiar figure, holding a bronze sword in his left hand and a bone in his right, slowly emerging from the darkness.

This is none other than Chen Yibai!

As Chen Yibai approached, he looked at the archaeological team members with a wicked smile. Then, he waved the bone in his right hand, and dozens of bronze-armored ghosts immediately put away their weapons and retreated in a clatter.

It's obvious without even thinking: Chen Yibai is directing these bronze armored soldiers!

Can one control ghostly soldiers with a wave of the hand?

That's so damn cool!

Aren't the legendary tomb raiders just grave robbers? How could they possibly have such skills?

At this moment, Wang Haichuan was so excited that he almost wanted to kneel down before Chen Yibai and kowtow several times.

It's not just Wang Haichuan.

At this moment, everyone in the archaeological team was staring at Chen Yibai with an expression of utter astonishment.

They could hardly believe that what they were seeing was real, and not a hallucination caused by possession.