Godslayer: Agent of the Gods, the Stabilizing Force at the Start

The howling wind swept through the ruins, making a sound like the wailing of ghosts and wolves, as if telling the story of a buried history.

Su Ming and Lin Qiye stood side by side in front of a torn spatial rift. Within the rift, a towering bronze and iron gate stood silently, exuding an ancient and mysterious aura.

Su Ming was dressed in a black outfit, and the sword at his waist gleamed coldly in the dim light. His eyes were firm and sharp, like a cold star shining in the night sky, always alert to the movement around him.

Every whisper of the wind, every falling leaf, could not escape his ears and eyes.

Lin Qiye was dressed in a white robe, the hem of which fluttered in the wind. The top of the staff in her hand was inlaid with a gem that emitted a soft blue light, which complemented her cool and aloof temperament.

When the staff was gently shaken, the deep hum it emitted seemed like an ancient call, as if the sound was conversing with the soul of this ruin.

Su Ming slowly reached out and touched the cold, hard door.

The door felt so cold it could freeze your soul; a chill crept up your fingertips and into your heart. He shivered involuntarily, his brow furrowing. "This door is strangely peculiar," he said. "We need to find a way to open it." Lin Qiye nodded slightly, her eyes revealing wisdom and composure. She said softly, "Yes, the runes on this door seem to contain powerful energy, but we haven't found a way to activate them yet." As she spoke, she carefully observed the runes, trying to find clues to break the spell.

Just as everyone was racking their brains, Baili Pangpang hummed an off-key tune and slowly swayed over, rubbing his round belly.

A mysterious smile played on his face, as if he were hiding some unspeakable secret.

Seeing his appearance, Su Ming and Lin Qiye felt a glimmer of hope and quickly stepped forward to ask, "Fatty, do you know something?"

Baili Pangpang smiled and said mysteriously, "Dreams don't count, you wouldn't believe me even if I told you." Upon hearing this, the crowd was not about to give up and surrounded him, pressing him for answers.

After much coaxing and pleading, Baili Pangpang finally spoke slowly: "Actually, what I dreamed of was a mirage."

Upon hearing this, everyone looked bewildered. Su Ming was the first to react, a glint of light flashing in his eyes: "You mean... this isn't the real gate?" Baili Pangpang nodded, stroking his non-existent beard with an air of profound mystery.

Without saying a word, Su Ming took the lead and ran off in the opposite direction.

His figure moved swiftly through the ruins, kicking up a cloud of dust.

His steps were light yet powerful, each one firm and resolute, as if the earth beneath his feet trembled in response to his determination.

His breathing was steady and strong, and his eyes revealed a determination to never give up until he achieved his goal.

Seeing this, the others quickly followed suit.

The kilometer distance seemed exceptionally long in the tense atmosphere. Finally, Su Ming saw an identical bronze and iron gate ahead.

This gate also exuded a mysterious aura, but unlike the previous one, the surrounding air seemed to tremble slightly, as if welcoming their arrival.

When everyone arrived, they gathered in front of the gate and examined it carefully.

Su Ming took a deep breath, reached out, and slowly touched the runes on the door.

The moment his fingertips touched the runes, the door emitted a slight hum, and then the runes began to shimmer with a faint light.

Seeing this, Lin Qiye quickly waved his staff, and a soft blue light entered the gate.

With their combined efforts, the light on the gate grew brighter and brighter.

Just as the door was about to open, a blinding light shone through the crack in the door.

Everyone instinctively closed their eyes, and when they opened them again, a figure rushed out of the light—it was the mysterious middle-aged man.

He wore a long black robe embroidered with eerie dark red runes, as if proclaiming his evil identity.

His eyes flashed with a fierce light, and the weapon in his hand gleamed coldly as he launched his attack with lightning speed.

Su Ming was startled and quickly dodged to the side.

The middle-aged man's attack grazed the hem of his clothes, creating a gust of wind.

Lin Qiye swiftly waved his staff, and a barrier formed of blue light instantly unfolded in front of everyone, blocking the middle-aged man's next attack.

"You think you can open this door so easily? How naive!" the middle-aged man roared, his voice filled with anger and resentment, echoing through the empty ruins and making one's eardrums ache.

The sound seemed to carry a tangible force, causing the surrounding air to vibrate.

Su Ming looked at the middle-aged man without the slightest fear in his eyes: "Who exactly are you? Why are you stopping us?"

The middle-aged man sneered, his laughter tinged with a sinister edge: "Who I am is not important. What's important is that you must never know the secret behind this door!"

As he spoke, the middle-aged man launched another attack.

He was incredibly fast, his figure appearing and disappearing in the light, making him elusive.

Each of his attacks was accompanied by a whistling sound, as if it were about to tear the surrounding air apart.

Su Ming and Lin Qiye dared not be careless. The two cooperated well, one taking the lead in the attack and the other providing support, and engaged in a fierce battle with the middle-aged man.

Su Ming moved nimbly, like a swift cheetah, constantly searching for the middle-aged man's weaknesses; Lin Qiye, on the other hand, provided support and protection for Su Ming with magic from behind, her eyes focused and firm, always paying attention to the situation on the battlefield.

During the battle, Su Ming discovered that although the middle-aged man's attacks were fierce, they seemed to follow a certain pattern.

Before each attack, his eyes would flicker slightly, and his body would make a slight forward lean.

Su Ming had a sudden thought and decided to seize this opportunity.

He deliberately created a flaw to lure the middle-aged man into a trap.

The middle-aged man fell for the trap and pounced on him.

Su Ming seized the opportunity, sidestepped the middle-aged man's attack, and at the same time, he gathered a powerful energy in his hand and struck the middle-aged man hard in the chest.

The middle-aged man was knocked back a few steps by the blow, a look of pain on his face.

But he did not give up and launched another attack.

This time, his attack was even more frenzied, seemingly determined to fight to the death.

He muttered incantations, and the weapon in his hand emitted an even stronger cold light as he frantically swung it towards Su Ming and Lin Qiye.

Each swing generates a powerful airflow, sending sand and gravel flying everywhere.

Just as the battle reached its climax, Baili Pangpang suddenly had a brilliant idea.

He took out a small device from his pocket. The device had a unique shape, its surface was covered with intricate patterns, and it shimmered with an eerie light.