Zhang Tie lay on the ground, not unconscious. He heard every word of the conversation between Qi the Old Freak and the Devil Race knight, and he had seen Mountain-Bearing True Person's condition with his own eyes...
If one was an ordinary soldier on the battlefield, playing dead could sometimes bring unexpected results. But here, inside this temple, under the very noses of a Devil Race knight and a Three-Eyed Society Earth Knight, whether he played dead or pretended to be unconscious, it would be utterly useless.
Zhang Tie's head faced the temple gates. As the gates slowly closed under Qi the Old Freak's control, making it impossible even for those outside to enter, Zhang Tie's heart sank as well. He knew that this was undoubtedly the most perilous moment he had ever faced in his life.
If he had not been so curious back then and had not come here, perhaps things would not have become so terrible. But since he had come, Zhang Tie felt no regret. If he had not come and were now somewhere outside the temple on the Mountain of Hidden Weapons, the Devil Race knight holding the crystal ball would likely not have let them off easily either. Their situation then would definitely not have been much better than it was now.
That crystal ball was the control hub of the entire temple. It remained perfectly intact. As long as one held the crystal ball, one could control all the entrances, the temperature, and even the supply and circulation of air throughout this enormous pyramid space that was the temple. Zhang Tie had learned this the moment he used his spiritual energy to enter the crystal ball.
Entrances, temperature, air—those three words sounded simple enough. The functions of the crystal ball as a control