The Iron Gate opened completely, revealing a straight passageway. The floor beneath their feet and the walls on either side were covered in intricate metallic patterns, but there was nothing else remarkable about it.
At the end of the passage stood another Iron Gate, which looked no different from the previous one.
Magic Square City was fraught with danger. This seemingly ordinary passage actually concealed deadly perils.
"Everyone, be careful. If we go any farther, we'll trigger the mechanisms inside. Countless energy beams will shoot out. Those beams are incredibly sharp—getting hit means death or serious injury. Do not let your guard down. Have Living Dead Numbers One, Two, and Three clear the way in front. I'll bring up the rear." Fan Lang gave his instructions, telling everyone to prepare themselves.
The group was stunned at first, then understood that the so-called Living Dead Numbers One, Two, and Three were the puppets who had just been brainwashed and controlled.
Treating enemies this way was ruthless indeed, but those familiar with Fan Lang had long since grown accustomed to his methods.
Being ruthless was better than being softhearted.
The three Living Dead led the way, the others followed behind, while Fan Lang alone guarded the rear in case anything unexpected happened.
Just as Fan Lang had said, the moment they entered the passage, they triggered the dangerous mechanisms and traps. The surrounding iron walls opened one after another, extending thousands upon thousands of gun barrels that fired dangerous red beams in unison with sharp hissing sounds.
The red beams wove together into a dense net, moving rapidly in every direction without any discernible pattern. They could only rely on speed and movement techniques to evade them.
The three Living Dead bore the brunt of it, seeking gaps between the red beams