Mysterious Obelisk

Of everyone present, perhaps only An Xiaotong came closest to the truth.

She was equally shocked, but amid her shock, she looked doubtfully at the Pure Silver Cross Sword in her hand.

That trace of warmth from the hilt... was it an illusion?

At that moment, Bai Ye turned around, and the black metal mask on his face entered everyone's view. There was clearly no terrifying aura about him, yet he frightened them so badly that they forgot how to breathe.

"There are too many people."

The calm voice came from beneath the Black Mask, like a decree from a god, jolting everyone awake.

He Qianjun, being older and more sensible, hurriedly bowed and said cautiously, "Thank you, sir, for saving our lives. We'll leave at once!"

The others came to their senses as well, repeatedly saying that they would get out immediately.

Some were even more exaggerated, dropping to their knees and tearfully expressing their gratitude, thanking him for giving them a new lease on life.

Some were sincerely grateful, while others merely wanted to show themselves off and get closer to the mysterious powerhouse.

Amid everyone's profuse thanks, the mysterious figure in black robes silently vanished from where he stood.

The crowd looked at one another. Some wanted to say something, but their companions held them back tightly.

"Go, now! Didn't you hear what that lord said? If you want to die, don't drag me down with you!"

Quite a few people hurried toward the exit blocked by metal debris. They frantically clawed away at the rubble, terrified that leaving even a second later would anger that mysterious powerhouse.

Others had flickering gazes. When they passed Yang Jie's corpse, greed appeared in their eyes.

They clearly remembered that Yang Jie had brought a Black Obelisk out of the