After the seal was broken, the four entered through the entrance and found themselves in a narrow passage that led directly to the underground of the temple.
Upon entering the room, the group felt a chilling aura that sent shivers down their spines, making them all cautious.
The light inside was very dim, but that wasn't a problem for them; their superhuman physical and mental abilities allowed them to see anything under such conditions.
The narrow passage came to an end, and the space opened up considerably, but the surrounding light became even dimmer.
"Everyone be careful. I can sense a very powerful force here; it should be the arm of the Lord of the Netherworld."
The one who spoke was the woman who was leading the group. Her name was Xu Ya, and she was Witch System Ability User, so her senses were extremely sharp.
Xu Ya continued, "Fortunately, there was another force suppressing that arm, otherwise we wouldn't have been able to get here at all."
One of the men asked, "Can you sense the exact location of that arm? How far away is it from us?"
"It's not far, come with me," Xu Ya said, leading the three of them forward.
At first, the four of them were very cautious, but after walking for a while, they realized that there was actually no danger here, so they quickened their pace.
This is where the arm was sealed. It was created by their people. The entrance is already sealed, so there's no need to put anything dangerous inside.
Therefore, the danger that senior was referring to must have been the arm itself.
After all, it was the arm of a god, whose Divine Authority had not completely disappeared. Even though He was dead, the remaining power in His arm was something that no human could withstand.
"We're almost there!" After saying this, Xu Ya stopped in her tracks. They couldn't be reckless now, because they were already close to the arm.
After walking a few more steps, the group could see where the arm was located.
The arm was larger than a normal person's arm, but it had become thin and withered, looking like the arm of a dried-up corpse.
The arm floated in the air, enveloped in a holy white light, which suppressed the power contained within it.
The Lord of the Netherworld's arm remained trapped within the range of the white light.
The power of that white light, capable of suppressing the arm of one deity, must belong to another.
They knew, of course, that the power that held down that arm belonged to their god.
"That's it, this must be the arm of the Lord of the Netherworld!" Xu Ya's tone was somewhat excited.
Everything went so smoothly; they had expected a dangerous journey, but they found their target so quickly.
One of the men said, "Is this the arm of the Lord of the Netherworld? It's similar to a human's, nothing special."
Another woman chimed in, "Yes, I thought the legendary Lord of the Netherworld would be something strange, but he's actually quite similar to a human. I'm a little disappointed."
"However, the power contained within that arm is truly terrifying. What should we do? Should we leave here and tell everyone about this clue?"
Xu Ya said, "Leaving now is a bit too early. At least we need to get closer and try to pull that arm out."
"That makes sense. We should give it a try. Going out now will only tell everyone that the arm is indeed here, and won't give them any other useful information."
"Yes, now is not the time to leave."
After making their decision, the four of them carefully walked forward to the side of the white light. During this process, nothing unusual happened.
Although they are safe so far, no one dares to relax, after all, they are facing the arm of a god.
The four people observed the white light without encountering any resistance or danger.
At this moment, Xu Ya said, "I'll try to see if I can get this arm out."
Xu Ya was about to make a move, a man hurriedly stopped her, "Wait a minute, I have a feeling something's not right."
"What's wrong?" the others asked quickly.
"This light belongs to the power of our God. His power is restricting that arm. Is it really okay to take that arm out with us?"
Xu Ya asked, "What do you mean? This is a task given to us by that senior. Do you suspect that senior has a problem?"
"I'm not sure," the man said, "But I feel it's best if we don't touch this arm."
The power of God sealed this arm, and it feels inappropriate to touch it rashly without fully understanding the situation.
The man's words made all three of them fall into deep thought; what he said did indeed make some sense.
Why take this arm out when it's already been sealed away?
If even the power of the gods cannot destroy this arm, how could they possibly destroy it?
That senior might indeed have a problem, because Demons have the ability to Possession.
Xu Ya suddenly said, "I don't think that senior could have any problems. He told us so much and taught us how to operate the formation here. How could there be a problem?"
Moreover, he is one of God's closest believers. Anyone could have questions, but he certainly wouldn't. To doubt him would be disrespectful to God!
"I'll try it first, you guys move a little further away!" Xu Ya said, reaching out to grab the arm shrouded in white light.
Her hand touched the white light and passed through it easily, her fingertips touching the arm.
Even though she had touched the arm, there was no danger to her.
Xu Ya tried to pull the arm out of the white light, but the arm struggled and exerted a force opposite to her strength. She couldn't remove it no matter how hard she tried.
However, that arm was also unable to break free from Xu Ya's grasp; the two were evenly matched in strength.
Seeing this, the three of them relaxed a little.
It seems that the strength of that arm has weakened considerably.
"Why aren't you coming to help?" Xu Ya shouted urgently.
A man and a woman stepped forward and also reached out to grab that arm.
Although Xu Ya couldn't remove the arm by herself, she was confident that they could do so with their help.
But the man hesitated for a moment, and he was the only one who did not step forward.
The three of them each grabbed a part of the arm and tried to pull it out of the white light, but the arm unleashed an even stronger force, matching their strength.
They were just a hair's breadth away from pulling the arm out, but they always fell just short.
"Aren't you going to help?" Xu Ya shouted at the man.
The man hesitated for a moment, but ultimately stepped forward.
At present, there does seem to be no problem; at least none of the three people are in any danger.
Removing that arm would have been a great achievement, but he hadn't participated in it and missed out on such a credit. He was unwilling to accept that.
After hesitating for a moment, the man finally walked over.
He reached out, through the white light, and just as he was about to touch the arm, he suddenly heard two other people scream in agony.
The Lord of the Netherworld's arm unleashed a powerful suction force, frantically absorbing the power within the two individuals.
"Ah--"
A man and a woman let out a piercing scream.
They could feel the arm frantically devouring their strength, a process that was extremely painful.
Their skin was drying out at a visible rate, and their very essence was being rapidly lost.
The two tried to get rid of the arm, but no matter how hard they tried, it was to no avail.
The screams of the two gradually ceased, and their bodies collapsed to the ground, turning into two desiccated corpses, like bodies that had been dead for a long time and then dried out by the wind.
The man suddenly realized what was happening and tried to pull his hand away, but it was too late. The arm of the Lord of the Netherworld in the light screen suddenly moved and grabbed the man's hand.
That withered arm was surprisingly strong; no one could break free from it, and the man was no exception.
A sharp pain shot through his body; his vital essence was rapidly draining away, and panic and fear instantly filled his heart.
He suddenly looked at Xu Ya, only to find that she had withdrawn her hand at some point and was standing beside him, smiling at him.
He finally realized he'd been tricked!
But by then, it was too late; he could no longer send out the message.