At this mont, the entire space appeared to Dean Bruce like a grid composed of countless squares. Upon closer inspection, whether it was the storm, the scorpions, or the barrage of fireballs, everything fell within the confines of these squares.
No matter how people moved, as long as they stepped into a square, flashes of light and shadow would flicker, and various attacks would follow.
[This space is just like the outside! As long as people step on the squares, the chanisms will sense them and trigger attacks!]
Dean Bruce's eyes lit up, and an idea sparked in his mind: [If I walk on the intersections of the squares, can I evade the chanisms' sensing?]
Dean Bruce was not a hesitant person; he imdiately darted to a crossing point of the squares.
Sure enough, the chanisms could only detect changes within the squares. When Dean Bruce stepped on the line where the squares intersected, nothing changed, and there were no flashes of light.
A slight smile appeared on Dean Bruce's lips as he headed straight toward the enormous statue.
However, to everyone else, it looked as if he was heading straight into a swarm of scorpions and fireballs!
"Hiss…"
"Truly worthy of being an elder of the Magic Guild!"
In an instant, everyone's gaze turned to Dean Bruce, filled with anticipation and hope.
Almost imdiately, they all stood dumbfounded, frozen in place, even forgetting to defend against the attacks.
Following their gaze, Dean Bruce moved like a nimble fish, weaving through the countless scorpions and flas.
Despite the swarm of scorpions seeming dense, they appeared to overlook Dean Bruce, continuing their assault on the crowd.
"What… what's happening?"
"Why aren't those scorpions attacking him? Is he using so kind of stealth magic?"
"Let's give it a try!"
Amid the murmurs, the onlookers' eyes brightened.
Stealth or invisibility spells weren't rare; many understood them. They quickly began to cast spells, eager to follow Dean Bruce's lead.
Boom!
However, fireballs rained down from above, precisely striking them, a surge of intense pain overwhelming their senses, causing them to wail in confusion.
Why could Dean Bruce evade the onslaught of scorpions and fireballs?
Dean Bruce paid no mind to their doubts, moving swiftly through the swarm of scorpions, quickly reaching the storm ahead.
Whoosh!
The storm was formidable, yet it had no impact on Dean Bruce. Amid the crowd's astonished gazes, he slipped past it, getting closer to the enormous statue.
"Oh my God!"
"This is nothing short of a miracle!"
"If this elder succeeds, won't we be able to enter the ninth level?"
"Steady! Defend against the attacks, and if this elder succeeds, we win!"
Excited exclamations filled the air as everyone beca increasingly agitated.
They were about to be recorded in history and gain many benefits; how could they not feel excited and thrilled?
Dean Bruce's breath quickened, his gaze sharp. As he approached the enormous statue, he drew the Blade of Judgnt from the Thunder God.
At this mont, the advantage of facing chanisms rather than living enemies beca apparent.
Even as the Blade of Judgnt crackled with lightning, the colossal statue showed no signs of movent; all the chanisms were focused on attacking others.
Boom!
With a thunderous crash, the seemingly invincible statue shattered into pieces the mont the Blade of Judgnt struck it.
Buzz—
As the light and shadow shattered, people felt a montary disorientation. When they opened their eyes again, they found themselves back in the hall.
The giant statue continued to crumble, and from its remnants, a golden light erged, spreading upwards like a staircase.
The dazzling brilliance instantly captured everyone's attention, including Nelson Paprik and others, who looked on in astonishnt.
Could it be that Dean Bruce and his companions had truly opened the path to the ninth level?
Realizing this, a sense of regret welled up within them!
But a barrier now separated them from Dean Bruce and the others; there was no way for them to reach that staircase.
"Is that the staircase to the ninth level?"
"Hahaha, the elders of the Magic Guild are incredible! Are we finally going to be recorded in history?"
"I don't care about being recorded; I'm just curious—what treasures are in the ninth level? How much faster can one cultivate there?"
As they spoke, everyone hurried towards the shimring golden staircase.
Prolo Hawthorne and others who had a good relationship with Dean Bruce were no exception, their faces brimming with excitent.
Whoosh!
However, just as the crowd rushed forward, a sudden whoosh cut through the air, and a crimson light shot toward Dean Bruce.
With a chilling intent to kill, Dean Bruce reacted instantly, unleashing the Thousand Mountains Fortress and the powers of Wind, Forest, Fire, and Mountain, his body becoming as hard as rock.
Clang—
The crimson light collided with Dean Bruce's back and was imdiately repelled, slowing down until it was caught by Madrid Haru.
Dean Bruce turned, recognizing the familiar killing intent, and said, "You were the one who bore malice toward earlier?"
"Indeed, that was !"
Madrid Haru replied coolly. "I had intended for Noib to test your strength, but I didn't expect that his presence would vanish shortly after entering the Quicksand Secret Realm."
"If I'm not mistaken, he must have died at your hands, right?"
As the words fell, the mbers of the Nine Provinces Alliance all turned to Dean Bruce, particularly Lucy Michelle, whose eyes were filled with astonishnt.
She had obtained her place in the Quicksand Secret Realm through negotiations between Dean Bruce and the higher-ups of the Nine Provinces Alliance. How could there be infighting now?
Not just Lucy Michelle, but almost everyone was filled with confusion.
On the surface, the relationships among the major top-tier forces seed good, and they were perplexed as to why Madrid Haru would bring these conflicts into the open.
Dean Bruce did not show anger but instead smiled lightly, saying, "I have no grudge against you. Why do you want to kill ?"
"Why does killing ever need a reason?" Madrid Haru replied, twisting his wrist. His spear danced, igniting with flas as he coldly declared, "You should just wait to die!"
"How interesting." Dean Bruce grinned and said, "I am an honorary elder of the Magic Guild, representing its face. Do you dare to kill ? Are you not afraid of igniting a war between the War God Temple and the Magic Guild?"
Without giving Madrid Haru a chance to respond, Dean Bruce continued, "If I recall correctly, while the War God Temple and the Nine Provinces Alliance have a good relationship, it hasn't reached the point where you can command or mobilize them at will. You can command Noib, so are you perhaps a mber of the Nine Provinces Alliance?"
"Then your reason for wanting to kill is quite simple! You intend to deliberately escalate tensions between the Magic Guild and the War God Temple, pushing the War God Temple toward the side of the Nine Provinces Alliance?"
Upon hearing this, the mbers of the War God Temple couldn't help but change their expressions slightly, their gazes toward Madrid Haru now filled with confusion.
"And so what? Or rather, and so what if it isn't?" Madrid Haru remained calm.
This statent caused a burly man to furrow his brow as he shouted, "Madrid, co back! We in the War God Temple cannot make enemies with the Magic Guild. You…"
Pfft!
Before he could finish his sentence, a sharp sound cut through the air. A burst of crimson flas erupted, swiftly piercing through his neck.
Blood gushed forth as the burly man's pupils constricted, life fading from his eyes. With a thud, he fell to the ground.
Gasps of shock echoed around, especially from the mbers of the War God Temple, who staggered back, their eyes filled with terror as they looked at Madrid Haru.
At this mont, they all believed Dean Bruce's words!
If Madrid Haru had no ties to the Nine Provinces Alliance, how could he strike at his own people without hesitation?
Whoosh—
The blood-soaked spear flew back into Madrid Haru's hand, his expression still calm. He said coolly, "You don't need to think about sowing discord; among these people, no one is my match!"
"It seems you have great confidence in your abilities," Dean Bruce replied with a smile. "But if this matter gets out, whether you are from the War God Temple or the Nine Provinces Alliance, the Magic Guild will not let it go."
"Doesn't matter," Madrid Haru stated calmly. "As long as everyone is dead, I can change my identity and go into hiding."
"Such incidents of a Secret Realm riot leading to everyone's death are not unheard of."
Upon hearing this, everyone's expressions changed dramatically.
They did not want to be involved in this matter, and even more so, they did not want to die!
Dean Bruce nodded slightly, sensing Madrid Haru's confidence. He said softly, "With such confidence, I assu your current identity must be false?"
"You're quite clever," Madrid Haru said, his eyes turning cold. He no longer hesitated, leaping into the air and thrusting his spear directly at Dean Bruce's face, shouting, "The more you say that, the less I can let you live!"
This thrust, while appearing unremarkable and lacking any light or shadow, moved with the swiftness of lightning, like a venomous snake, exuding a chilling killing intent.
Facing this kind of attack, Dean Bruce would not let his guard down. He maintained the Thousand Mountains Fortress and the powers of Wind, Forest, Fire, and Mountain, and additionally invoked the spells The Compassion of Heaven and Earth and Blood for Blood.
He knew that Madrid Haru was highly skilled; his only chance for a successful counterattack would be through deflection. Under normal circumstances, if his attack didn't land a fatal blow and raised Madrid Haru's defenses, it would be difficult to launch another offensive.
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