The stone door slowly closed behind them, sealing off the outside world.
Luo Yinglong reached out, his fingertips brushing across a bronze oil lamp caked with grime. A bean-sized flame suddenly flared to life.
The dim yellow light dispelled some of the darkness, yet cast even larger, more distorted shadows upon the stone walls. Everyone looked like elongated specters.
He looked at Chu Xuan, then at Zheng Zha, and drew a deep breath, as though he had finally gathered enough strength to speak.
"It starts from when we entered this world—"
"We entered this world before the Demon Team.
The mission issued by the Main God was to assist Blood Demon Youquan in breaking the seal.
After arriving, our captain, Adam, immediately ran projections on the combat strength of both sides.
The conclusion was—not optimistic.
Adam said that, based on the mission analysis, the Central Continent Team was a monster we had no way of fighting.
Because according to the information we obtained from the ruins of the White-Skinned Saints, one of the Main God's functions was to maintain stability across the various worlds.
So in most cases, the missions issued by the Main God would place us on the side of Justice—"
Luo Yinglong explained, "There was actually something like that?"
Upon hearing this, Zheng Zha's eyes widened. He asked in disbelief.
"That's right. Yet the mission issued by the Main God pushed both us and the Demon Team onto the side of the villains.
That could only mean one thing—"
Luo Yinglong continued.
"Our existence has disrupted the Main God's balance, forcing it to resort to this kind of extraneous tactic?"
Chu Xuan said thoughtfully.
Hearing that, the other members of the Central Continent Team all wore somewhat strange expressions.
But when they recalled Zhang Qi's performance, it