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Fan Tong stood before the remains of the guardian beast, his heart churning with turbulent emotions.

His fist was still trembling slightly as he recalled the power of the blow he had just delivered.

The fall of the guardian beast means he is one step closer to uncovering the secrets behind the tribe.

However, an even more unsettling aura, as if emanating from the depths of hell, caused him to furrow his brow.

“This aura…” Fan Tong murmured to himself, his gaze fixed firmly on the depths of the tribe, “Deep within the tribe, it seems, lies an even darker secret…”

He had no time to hesitate and decided to conduct an in-depth investigation.

The warnings from the red-haired elder and the blue-striped priest echoed in his ears, but he was determined to find out the truth no matter what.

As night fell, the darkness deep within the tribe gradually swallowed everything.

Fan Tong cautiously crept in, surrounded by a nauseating stench, as if countless unclean things had been piled up there.

A low, whispering voice reached my ears, hovering like a ghost, making me uneasy.

"We can't back down anymore." Fan Tong took a deep breath, clenched his fists, and continued forward.

Suddenly, he slipped and accidentally touched an ancient mechanism.

A piercing alarm suddenly sounded, shattering the silence of the night.

The red-haired elder and the blue-striped priest quickly led the tribe's guards to the scene.

"Stop! Don't move!" the red-haired elder shouted, his eyes sharp as he stared coldly at Fan Tong.

Fan Tong's heart tightened, and he quickly searched for a way out.

As he dodged the guards' attacks, he shouted, "Elder, Priest, I'm not here to cause trouble! I've discovered a secret hidden deep within the tribe, and I must uncover the truth!"

A flash of anger crossed the red-haired elder's face as he shouted, "Are you insane? This is forbidden territory of the tribe; no one is allowed to trespass!"

Fan Tong ran desperately, the alarm blaring in his ears as if reminding him of the urgency of time.

He moved through the narrow corridors, each step as if treading on thin ice.

Sweat streamed down his forehead and clung to his face, but his gaze remained even more resolute.

"Elders, priests, listen to me!" Fan Tong stopped, panting, and tried to explain again, "I've discovered the source of the guardian beast's power. Behind that crystal lies an even greater secret!"

A flicker of emotion crossed the blue-striped priest's face, but the red-haired elder's eyes remained cold and ruthless.

The two exchanged a glance, and then the red-haired elder waved his hand without hesitation, and the guards immediately moved closer to Fan Tong.

Fan Tong's heart sank, knowing that the situation was beyond saving.

He took a deep breath, preparing to fight to the death.

Just then, a black figure suddenly appeared beside him.

"Red-haired elder, spare him! I'm willing to bear all the consequences for him!"

The purple-haired youth's voice echoed in the silent night sky, firm and unwavering.

The purple-haired youth stepped forward, standing like a barrier in front of Fan Tong.

"The person you're looking to arrest is me, it has nothing to do with him!" he roared, his voice filled with unwavering resolve, his eyes like a sharp knife piercing straight at the red-haired elder.

The guards were stunned for a moment, then rushed forward and firmly restrained the purple-haired youth.

The clanging of the chains was crisp and jarring, like shackles binding a wild beast, and sounded particularly jarring in the quiet night.

The purple-haired youth struggled desperately, but to no avail; several guards worked together to pin him to the ground.

The red-haired elder walked up to the purple-haired youth, his face so gloomy it seemed as if water could drip from it.

"Do you know what you're doing? How dare you provoke the tribe's dignity for the sake of an outsider!" His voice was deep and oppressive, as if carrying the chill of hell.

"He's not an outsider, he's my friend!" The purple-haired youth gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with unwavering stubbornness. "If you have any problems, come at me! Let him go!"

The red-haired elder sneered and waved his hand.

The guards immediately understood and dragged the purple-haired youth aside, beginning to torture him.

The dull thud of clubs striking flesh, the cracking sound of whips lashing the air—each sound was like the low murmur of a demon.

The purple-haired youth let out a painful groan, but he still gritted his teeth and did not beg for mercy.

Hiding in the shadows, Fan Tong clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug deep into his flesh. He could feel the pain emanating from the purple-haired youth, as if a sharp blade were cutting into his own body.

He wanted to rush out and rescue the purple-haired youth from this endless suffering.

Fear, anger, and helplessness intertwined, almost threatening to engulf Fan Tong.

Just as he was about to lose his mind, the gentle smile of the girl in white appeared in his mind, and her clear eyes seemed to contain endless power.

"Go find the truth, don't give up, no matter what happens, I will support you." The girl's voice seemed to echo in his ears, giving Fan Tong immense courage.

He took a deep breath and tried to calm his inner turmoil.

He knew that now was not the time to act impulsively.

He must endure, he must become stronger, he must uncover the dark secret hidden deep within the tribe in order to rescue the purple-haired youth and protect everything he cherishes.

"Wait for me," Fan Tong silently vowed in his heart, "I will definitely rescue you!"

Just then, a clear, cold voice rang out from the crowd, breaking the suffocating oppressive atmosphere. "Elder Red Hair, this young man's crime doesn't warrant this. Perhaps we can take him back for questioning first. There's no rush..." Looking in the direction of the voice, the speaker was none other than the silent Qingyu Envoy. He finished speaking in an arrogant tone, but his eyes seemed to be looking thoughtfully into the depths of darkness.