The Deception

Within this mysterious Ancient Weapon, the sands of time seemed to be mercilessly urging Swain onward.

With only thirty seconds, the pressing time limit made Swain furrow his brow, anxiety filling his heart.

He knew his situation was extremely dire. If he did not take a gamble, his escape route would be completely cut off; but if he did, who knew how many unknown dangers lay ahead?

Caught between advancing and retreating, Swain cursed inwardly. This time, Pluton had truly led him astray.

He was deeply frustrated, regretting how easily he had believed Pluton's words and stepped into this trap filled with mysteries and danger.

However.

Regret was useless. The most urgent matter was dealing with the predicament before him.

But what troubled him even more was whether there would be even more unpredictable traps waiting for him to deal with later.

From the moment he entered this trap, he should not have trusted anyone.

"I can only grit my teeth and do it!" Swain muttered through clenched teeth.

At the very least, Swain could still sense that Pluton bore him no ill will. Perhaps that was his only consolation at the moment.

Rustle! The water beneath his feet began to ripple, wave after wave spreading outward.

A blue halo appeared above his head, brilliant light pouring down like a waterfall and enveloping Swain from head to toe.

In an instant, he entered his awakened state.

Swain stretched out his hand, then suddenly drew it back to gather strength. The muscles in his arm tensed, veins bulging.

His gaze was resolute and sharp, a flash of brilliance bursting from his eyes as though it could pierce through the fog before him.

Blue formation disks twenty meters deep appeared before him, disks of varying sizes floating in Kong and radiating a