The dim, cavernous side hall lay silent until the Gold Mountain Patrol Marshal's voice fell like a stone into stagnant water, sending ripples spreading at once.
The Silver Mountain Patrol Marshal came to his senses and hurriedly asked, "Sir, what secret did you discover?"
The Gold Mountain Patrol Marshal took a deep breath, then looked toward the only exit. "Their aim is to use everyone's blood as the key to open the Golden Throne Hall."
"There's a gate at the very back of the Golden Throne Hall. If it opens, it may unleash a terrifying disaster. The more people die, the more blood that gate absorbs."
"We must tell the others. Capture enemies alive whenever possible instead of killing them. Once we reach the deepest chamber, we can see how to deal with it."
At those words, everyone present looked stunned, as though struck by muffled thunder. For a long while, no one reacted.
Qin An narrowed his eyes.
Thinking of what he had seen in the Cemetery and what Xuan Tian had told him, he grew ever more certain that something terrifying lay hidden behind that gate.
With that thought, Qin An spoke.
"There's no time to lose. Let's find the others at once."
The Silver Mountain Patrol Marshal knew Qin An's identity. He turned to the Gold Mountain Patrol Marshal and asked, "Sir, will you be all right here?"
The Gold Mountain Patrol Marshal let out a long breath and shook his head. "I'll be fine. I ran into a demon of comparable strength, a Sect Master from an upper-tier faction, and took a serious wound. Give me a little more time and I'll recover. There's no danger here now. Don't worry about me."
Mountain Patrol Masters worked toward the final objective. To complete their mission, they could