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A massive rune array hovered in the air, emanating a suffocating pressure that enveloped everyone as if the end of the world had arrived.

In the dim light, the runes in the formation flickered with an eerie glow, like the eyes of a giant beast, coldly watching their every move.

As Fan Tong and the others gazed at the sky-covering array, their hearts were filled with fear, and a chill ran from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads.

The formation has been activated.

Beams of runic light poured down like a storm, moving so fast that it was impossible to react.

Fan Tong felt a blur before his eyes, then a sharp pain shot through him as he was thrown away by a tremendous force and crashed heavily to the ground.

He struggled to get up, only to find that the scenery around him had become blurry and his ears were ringing.

"Old Camel!" came a cry of alarm. Fan Tong turned his head and saw Old Camel lying on the ground, his face as pale as paper and his breath weak.

Han Xinru and Lan Xing anxiously surrounded him, but they were helpless.

The runic beams had such a wide attack range and were so fast that they had no way to dodge them.

"Damn it!" Fan Tong gritted his teeth, enduring the pain in his body, a surge of intense anger and resentment rising in his heart.

He tried his best to gather spiritual power to protect his teammates, but the attacks of the rune beams became more and more intense, leaving him feeling powerless to resist.

Just then, the old man's cold voice rang out again: "Give up the resistance, you can't escape." He looked at the people's disheveled appearance and a cruel smile appeared on his face, as if he was enjoying their despair and pain.

Fan Tong looked up at the old man with the talisman, his eyes burning with rage. He stood up abruptly, clenched his fists, and said in a hoarse voice, "It's not over yet..."

Fan Tong gritted his teeth and stood protectively in front of the old camel. A beam of runic light grazed his arm, and the burning pain made him groan.

He could feel his spiritual energy being rapidly depleted, but he still gritted his teeth and persevered.

The runic rays were as dense as rain, and he was struggling to keep up, unable to attend to everyone at all.

"This can't go on!" Lan Xing's voice came from not far away, tinged with anxiety. "We need to spread out and hide, or we'll all be trapped here and die!"

"Scatter?" Fan Tong turned around abruptly, a hint of worry flashing in his eyes. "No! That's too dangerous. We could easily be picked off one by one!"

“But it’s even more dangerous now!” Lan Xing retorted, a hint of helplessness in her voice. “Can you protect everyone by yourself? Spreading out at least gives us a glimmer of hope!”

The two were locked in a stalemate, and the atmosphere became extremely tense.

Han Xinru did not participate in their argument. She silently stood up and walked towards the old man Fu Ling.

Amidst the astonished gazes of the crowd, she took out a palm-sized wooden box from her bosom and handed it to the old man, Fu Ling.

The wooden box is simple and unadorned, with intricate patterns carved on its surface, and it faintly emits a strange energy fluctuation.

“Senior,” Han Xinru’s voice was calm and firm, “I know you must have your reasons for guarding this formation, but I beg you to stop the formation and let us leave.”

The old man Fu Ling looked at Han Xinru, then at the wooden box in her hand. He slowly reached out and took the box. The moment his fingertips touched the box, a strange energy fluctuation spread throughout his body, making him tremble.

"This...what is this?"

Han Xinru did not answer, but simply looked at the old man Fu Ling quietly.

The air seemed to freeze, and everyone's eyes were focused on the wooden box in the old man's hand.

The old man slowly opened the wooden box, and an ancient and mysterious aura wafted out. He looked down at the items inside, his pupils suddenly contracted, and his lips trembled slightly. "This...this is impossible..."

The old man holding the wooden box trembled slightly. After a moment of silence, he curled his lips into a cold smile and slammed the wooden box to the ground with a sharp "crack".

The wooden box was broken into pieces, and its contents were scattered all over the ground.

"Naive!" The old man's voice was cold and full of disdain. "You think you can make me show mercy with these? You're delusional!" He waved his hands suddenly, and the rune array in the air shone brightly. The attack, which had been fairly even, suddenly became violent.

Beams of runic light, like bloodthirsty beasts, rained down on the crowd with sharp howls.

Fan Tong felt a blur of light and shadow before his eyes, and heard the sound of runes piercing the air.

The scorching energy raged around him, and his skin stung as if it were being pricked by needles.

He gritted his teeth and tried his best to dodge, but he was still grazed by several beams of light, and his clothes were immediately stained with blood.

He glanced around. Old Tuo's breathing was growing weaker and weaker, Han Xinru's face was turning pale, and although Lan Xing was still relatively calm, fine beads of sweat had already seeped from his forehead.

If this continues, they may really be wiped out!

"No, I can't just sit here and wait to die!" Fan Tong roared in his heart. He endured the pain in his body and began to observe the trajectory of the rune light.

He discovered that although the light was dense, it was not without pattern.

They seem to have a specific rhythm, with each attack accompanied by a brief pause in a different direction.

"Blue Star, listen to my instructions!" Fan Tong shouted, his voice filled with unwavering determination. "Old Camel, you and Xinru try to keep up!" He began to direct his teammates while dodging the attacks of the rune beams.

Like fallen leaves in a storm, they nimbly weaved through the formation, dodging attack after attack.

Every dodge was extremely dangerous; a slight misstep could result in certain death.

Through repeated evasions and probing, Fan Tong gradually figured out the patterns of the rune array.

He discovered a weak spot in the formation where the runic beams were relatively sparse.

"That's it!" A glint flashed in Fan Tong's eyes. He gathered all his spiritual power in his palm and roared, "Everyone, concentrate your spiritual power and attack that place!"

Although Lan Xing, Han Xinru, and Lao Tuo did not understand Fan Tong's intentions, they trusted him completely and unhesitatingly gathered their spiritual power into him.

The four powerful spiritual energies merged together, forming a dazzling pillar of light that slammed into the weakest point of the rune array.

With a deafening roar, a corner of the rune array was shattered, and violent energy scattered in all directions.

The entire formation trembled violently, and its light dimmed considerably in an instant.

The old man with the talisman spirit let out a muffled groan, and a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Seeing the formation broken, everyone finally smiled with relief, their hearts filled with the joy of surviving a disaster and the happiness of victory.

However, the old man with the talisman spirit raised his head, his eyes filled with madness and cruelty. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and his chilling voice rang out again, "You... dare to break the ancient restriction. What awaits you next is an even more terrible punishment!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he vanished from the spot.