In the war between humans and demons, it's not unreasonable for me to absorb demonic energy, is

Fan Tong stared intently at the traps scattered throughout the room, his gaze sharp and unwavering.

Sharp barbs gleamed coldly in the dim light, the flame-spraying device on the wall emitted a low hum, and the air was filled with the smell of burning.

He keenly noticed that the activation of the trap seemed to be related to the strange symbols carved on the walls of the room.

These symbols are obscure and difficult to understand, like some kind of ancient script, exuding an aura of mystery.

He took a deep breath, held it, and began to move carefully.

Every step was meticulously calculated, like dancing on a knife's edge.

He tried to avoid touching any mechanisms on the ground while paying attention to the changes in the symbols on the walls.

The room was silent, with only his soft breathing and heartbeat echoing, like a taut string that might snap at any moment.

Suddenly, he slipped and accidentally stepped on a loose stone slab.

With a soft click, a tongue of fire shot out from the device on the wall, heading straight for Fan Tong's face.

A wave of scorching heat hit him, and he could even smell the burning of his hair.

In the nick of time, he instinctively raised the black sword in his hand.

"Om-"

The sword emitted a deep hum, and its blade emitted a faint golden light, forming a barrier that blocked the raging flames.

The high temperature scorched the sword blade, and Fan Tong felt a burning sensation spread throughout his body along the hilt, causing a sharp pain in his tiger's mouth.

Although the flames were blocked, the activation of the trap seemed to have triggered a chain reaction.

The symbols on the wall began to flicker, emitting an eerie light, and the ground began to shake.

"Not good..." Fan Tong thought to himself, and looked up to see a huge symbol flashing with a blinding light on the stone wall above him.

"This is..." His pupils contracted sharply, and before he could react, he heard a tremendous roar from above...

With a tremendous roar, the stone wall overhead suddenly collapsed, and countless fragments of rock poured down with a gale-like gust of air.

Without thinking, Fan Tong quickly brandished his sword, and a golden light flashed, forming a solid barrier to protect his body.

However, before the vibrations from the gravel had subsided, a heart-stopping scraping sound came from both the ground and the walls.

Immediately afterwards, countless sharp barbs burst forth from the ground, densely packed, like venomous fangs ready to devour their prey; similarly, countless sharp spikes protruded from the walls, gleaming with a chilling light, blocking all escape routes.

Fan Tong moved with lightning speed, dodging and weaving in the confined space.

Every jump was incredibly precise, and every turn was fraught with danger.

However, there were simply too many spikes, and even with his agility, he was not immune to getting hurt.

A sharp thorn pierced his arm, and blood gushed out instantly, staining his sleeve red.

The pain stung his nerves like needles, but he gritted his teeth and dared not relax for a moment.

The intense pain and the constant appearance of traps made him feel as if a huge rock was pressing on his chest, making it difficult to breathe.

His gaze swept around, but the impenetrable spikes blocked all paths.

He knew that if he continued to passively evade, he would eventually be trapped and die here.

He gripped the black sword tightly, feeling the faint warmth emanating from its blade, which calmed him down slightly.

Suddenly, the image of the girl in white's gentle smile appeared in his mind, her bright eyes seeming to be watching him, full of expectation.

He couldn't let her down; he had to get out of here alive.

A powerful belief rose within me, dispelling my fear and confusion.

He took another deep breath, and the pain in his arm seemed to subside, replaced by a strong will to survive.

His gaze became incredibly firm, no longer hesitant or evasive, and like an arrow released from a bow, he charged headlong in one direction.

His figure weaved through the spikes, each step decisive and resolute, each sword strike imbued with an unwavering belief in victory, as if he were about to sever all obstacles.

He knew he had to become stronger, for himself and for her.

Just as he was about to reach the entrance of the passage, another wave of dense spikes came like a torrential rain. This time, there was no warning and no gap.

Fan Tong swung his sword to parry, only to find himself in grave danger, his path completely blocked.

At that moment, he suddenly stopped all movement.

"Looks like it's time to change the game..."

The curve of Fan Tong's lips held a hint of madness and a hint of determination.

He no longer brandished his sword to parry, but instead aimed the tip of the sword at an inconspicuous groove in the center of the room.

A faint light emanated from the recessed area, the energy source of the entire room's trap.

He could sense that this energy had some mysterious connection with the ancient symbols on the wall.

"break!"

With a low growl, accompanied by the hum of the black sword, a golden light struck the groove precisely.

In an instant, the entire room shook violently, the symbols on the walls lost their luster, the spikes stopped extending and retracting, and all the traps stopped operating, as if time had stood still.

"Hmm?" The red-haired elder outside the room frowned, as he could sense the abnormal fluctuations in energy within the room.

This is completely different from the intended route of the site design.

The blue-striped priest narrowed his eyes. He sensed not only the fluctuations in energy, but also the awakening of a new power.

Ignoring the changes in the outside world, Fan Tong sheathed his sword, his eyes blazing, and continued walking deeper into the ruins.

The deeper he went, the more concentrated the energy in the air became. He felt as if his body was being pulled by an invisible force, and his blood began to boil.

Finally, he arrived at a spacious hall, in the center of which floated a spirit pearl radiating dazzling light.

This spirit pearl is crystal clear and emits powerful energy fluctuations, resembling a miniature sun.

Fan Tong felt a strong attraction; it was the call of the Spirit Pearl and the desire of his body.

Without hesitation, he reached out and grasped the spirit pearl.

Instantly, a powerful force surged into his body, like a rushing river, impacting his limbs and bones.

His body was enveloped in golden light, and the surrounding space began to distort and hum.

"Such powerful strength..." Fan Tong felt the surging power within his body, and a joyful smile appeared on his lips.

He felt as if he had been reborn, as if he had broken free of his shackles and soared into the sky.

He knew that he had become stronger, stronger than ever before.

A moment later, the light gradually faded, and Fan Tong's figure reappeared.

He held a black sword, exuding a powerful aura, his entire being like a drawn sword, its sharpness fully revealed.

He took a step out and walked out of the ruins.

The tribe was stunned by his appearance.

They felt the immense pressure emanating from Fan Tong, as if they were facing an insurmountable mountain.

The red-haired elder and the blue-striped priest also showed expressions of shock; they had never seen such power before.

"He...he actually..." The red-haired elder stammered, staring at Fan Tong in disbelief.

Just as everyone was marveling, Fan Tong's gaze suddenly sharpened. He felt a gaze from afar, as cold and sinister as a venomous snake.

He slowly turned his head toward the dark corner, where a huge conspiracy seemed to be hidden...