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The crystal emitted a precious light, like the rising sun, instantly illuminating the entire cave.

The light was not a soft gold, but a deep, aggressive red, as if foreshadowing some ominous sign.

A beam of light shot into the sky, piercing the clouds and forming a striking pillar of light in the dark night sky, like a sharp sword tearing through the darkness.

"What...what is this?" Old Camel stared wide-eyed, his rough hands instinctively reaching for the sword at his waist as he asked uneasily.

This sudden turn of events filled his honest face with panic.

Lan Xing frowned, her sharp gaze sweeping across her surroundings. She said in a deep voice, "I'm afraid the appearance of this precious light will bring some unnecessary trouble." As soon as she finished speaking, the surrounding air began to become heavy, and a chilling aura quietly spread.

Han Xinru gripped the long whip tightly in her hand, feeling the cold touch of the whip, her heart pounding.

She tried to remain calm and reassured everyone, "Don't be afraid, we'll face this together!" However, her slightly trembling voice betrayed her inner fear.

Fan Tong took a deep breath, trying to keep himself calm.

He put the crystal into his pocket, his eyes sharp as he scanned his surroundings.

The light brought not only brilliance, but also an invisible pressure that made it almost impossible for him to breathe.

He could sense countless greedy eyes staring intently at them, like cheetahs lurking in the shadows, ready to strike a fatal blow at any moment.

In the silent cave, only the breathing of a few people could be clearly heard.

Time seemed to stand still, and the atmosphere was so oppressive it was suffocating.

Suddenly, a series of hurried footsteps broke the silence, growing clearer and more rapid as they approached, like a dense drumbeat pounding on everyone's hearts.

Immediately afterwards, a group of figures darted out of the darkness and surrounded Fan Tong and the others.

They were all armed, their faces fierce, their eyes gleaming with greed, staring intently at what Fan Tong held in his hand like hungry wolves…

No, he was staring at Fan Tong.

"Leave the treasure behind!" A gruff voice broke the silence, echoing through the cave like thunder.

The leader of the covetous men stepped forward, his towering figure almost obscuring the firelight behind him. His voice echoed through the cave like muffled thunder: "Leave the treasure! Otherwise, don't blame us for being impolite!"

Fan Tong gripped the crystal tightly, his heart churning with a thousand emotions, yet his outward appearance remained calm.

He stepped forward, blocking his teammates, his eyes fixed intently on the leader: "This treasure is something we found after going through countless hardships, why should we give it to you?"

The leader sneered, "With our strength, you won't be able to leave here alive!"

The atmosphere grew increasingly tense; the air seemed to freeze, and even breathing became heavy.

Old Camel suddenly stepped forward, a hint of determination on his honest face: "Heroes, this treasure is indeed precious, but life is more important. I am willing to give all my savings to have you spare us. Please, spare us this time."

Old Camel's words caused the covetous men to burst into laughter, and the leader scoffed, "With your savings? Do you think we're fools?"

The old camel blushed.

Lan Xing and Han Xinru stared at the old camel in surprise. Fan Tong was also slightly taken aback, but quickly regained his composure.

He took a deep breath, stepped forward, and looked directly at the leader: "To tell you the truth, this treasure is no ordinary object. It has a special mark on it. If you are willing to listen to my explanation, it may be beneficial to you."

As soon as the leader finished speaking, the surrounding crowd tightened their encirclement, as if waiting for Fan Tong to continue.

Fan Tong slowly unfolded the cloth bag in his hand, revealing part of the patterns on the treasure, and the cave immediately fell silent.

The patterns glowed faintly yet were exceptionally clear, as if concealing some unfathomable secret.

The leader raised an eyebrow, and Fan Tong's lips curled up slightly. He unfolded the cloth bag in his hand, revealing the strange pattern on the crystal.

The patterns were not naturally formed, but rather appeared as if they had been cut by a sharp blade, with a strange crimson hue.

In the dim light, the patterns seemed to be alive, wriggling slightly and exuding an unsettling aura.

"What...what is this?" one of the covetous individuals couldn't help but exclaim, his voice trembling noticeably.

Fan Tong deliberately lowered his voice and said in a deliberately mysterious tone, "This object is cursed. Whoever obtains it will be plagued by misfortune and will not have a good end." As soon as he finished speaking, the surrounding air froze instantly, and the greed on the faces of those who coveted it was gradually replaced by fear.

They started whispering to each other.

Old Camel, Blue Star, and Han Xinru were secretly relieved to see this scene. They hadn't expected Fan Tong to be so quick-witted and able to resolve the crisis.

However, they also knew that the crisis was not completely over.

Sure enough, a cold laugh suddenly rang out from the crowd: "Hmph, playing tricks! I don't believe in any curses!" Before the words were finished, several skeptical covetous individuals could no longer contain themselves, brandishing their swords and rushing towards Fan Tong and the others.

"Watch out!" Fan Tong shouted, rushing forward first.

A short knife had appeared in his hand without his knowledge, and its blade flashed with a chilling light in the dim cave.

Old Camel, Blue Star, and Han Xinru were equally determined, each using all their skills to fight the covetous individuals.

The sounds of clashing swords and roars echoed in the narrow cave, causing rubble to fall from the cave walls.

The air was thick with the stench of blood and the ear-piercing sounds of clashing weapons, sending chills down one's spine.

Fan Tong moved nimbly, his short sword flashing up and down like a dragon as he weaved through the crowd. Every move he made carried the force of thunder, forcing those who coveted him to retreat one after another.

The old camel, like a mobile fortress, used its strong physique to forcefully knock away the charging enemies.

Lan Xing calmly analyzed the battle situation, occasionally using his longsword to deliver a fatal blow to the enemy.

Han Xinru brandished her long whip, its shadow flashing like the wind, lashing out at the enemy and causing them to howl in agony.

The battle intensified, the surrounding space was shaken by the aftershocks of the fight, and a dangerous aura permeated the air.

Just as the two sides were locked in a stalemate, suddenly, a powerful aura emanated from outside the cave entrance.

That aura was as unfathomable as an abyss, instantly making everyone breathless.

A dark figure slowly appeared at the cave entrance. He was like a ghost, silent and emanating a chilling sense of oppression.

He didn't say a word, but slowly turned his head, his cold gaze, like a venomous snake, fixed on Fan Tong and the others.