The ancient talisman exploded, its fierce flames tearing apart all the thick fog and finally revealing the scene beneath.
A pit four or five hundred meters deep.
It did not look particularly deep, but this was Divine Spirit Valley. Even the earlier battle between the Kings had caused no substantial damage.
It was said that countless precious materials had been used to build this place, soaked in the King's Blood of successive generations of Gods Organization powerhouses and held down by King Corpses. Digging a pit several hundred meters deep here was absolutely, extraordinarily difficult.
The Kings also saw the group who had dug this pit.
They appeared to be a team of tomb keepers from Divine Spirit Valley. All seven or eight of them were at the bottom, constantly swinging their fists and pounding downward.
As it turned out-
The thudding sounds had come from their punches.
Their leader was a King, while the others were merely A-Rank. Judging by how deep each punch could strike, these people must have gone at least two days and two nights without sleep to dig this pit.
Their fists were visibly mangled and bloody. Some had even broken their bones, leaving jagged ends exposed, yet they paid no attention at all. They merely knelt devoutly, punched, then stood up again, chanted something, and knelt down to throw another punch.
The others could vaguely make out words such as "Gods," "return," "pasture," and "retreat."
"Heh, these fanatical believers of the Gods Organization really are insane!" Zhang Jiu, the First Disciple of the Talisman Gate, said coldly.
"What are they trying to do?" someone asked.
"What else? Dig up whatever monstrosities are buried beneath Divine Spirit Valley and get us all killed!"
"Never mind that. These people are as good as dead!"
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