Wu Haibo never tired of repeating himself.
Every single "suggestion" had been bought over the past half-century with the blood and even the lives of countless powerhouses.
Even Meng Chao, who had slaughtered his way in and out of the Holy Mountain Temple in Turanze seven times, did not dare let down his guard.
He could feel the Spirit Magnetic Material buried deep within his body surging like tides against his nerve endings, sending warnings of danger to his brain.
The Ancient Ruins deep beneath Dragon City might well be even more perilous than Turanze's Holy Mountain Temple.
Perhaps they also contained even more "legacies" and "mysteries."
Everyone followed Wu Haibo's advice, properly gearing up for battle.
They then used pencils to neatly write a string of questions on the front pages of their notebooks.
Ten impoverished Transcendents from the Martial God Hall.
Ten aristocratic Transcendents from the Adjudication Court.
Ten Black Horn Warriors who had been stationed here for the past decade—because aristocratic Transcendents were often unwilling to undertake the extremely dangerous yet thankless work of "guarding the Ancient Ruins," the Black Horn Squad was mostly made up of impoverished Transcendents and members of collateral aristocratic branches.
Along with Meng Chao, Si Ya, and Wu Haibo.
A total of thirty-three explorers formed the first rescue team.
"Next, put this on."
Wu Haibo had everyone mount a crystal-like, brilliantly gleaming Mining Lamp into the tactical slot on the front of their helmets.
"This is a Spirit Magnetic Field imaging system. It can scan and capture residual high-energy spirit magnetic reactions in the surrounding space, forming visible three-dimensional images. It is normally used to track monsters and Doomsday Beasts. In the Depths of Ancient Ruins, there is also a certain chance that it can detect death traps containing unusual dangers."
Wu