Loa took a few panting breaths and walked back into the house.
Moonlight spilled through the gaping hole in the roof, illuminating the wreckage strewn across the floor. Broken wood, shattered tiles, bricks and stones, and that pool of reddened water. He had to hurry.
Fallen rubble had buried the entrance to the secret chamber.
Loa approached the pile of rubble and formed a sword gesture with his right hand, gathering Two Forms Battle-qi at his fingertips. He did not use his full strength, drawing on only thirty percent-Crushing Thunder, burst.
"Break."
A flash of blue-violet sword light sank into the rubble.
Boom!
The rubble exploded outward, exposing the pitch-black opening below. The stairs were still there, though their edges were somewhat damaged. Loa jumped straight down without hesitation.
The basement was larger than he had imagined.
After he landed, he found it was not dark. A piece of fluorite in the center of the basement gave off a gentle glow, illuminating the entire space.
There really was a whole other world down here.
It was roughly the size of three ordinary rooms. The air smelled of unwashed men, mixed with alcohol and a faint trace of blood-it seemed Balk had done plenty of "dirty work" here.
Wine cabinets covered one wall, filled with all kinds of bottles. Only a few were full, and some were coated in thick dust, clearly untouched for a long time. On the other side stood a weapon rack holding two heavy swords.
Their blades were broad and dark all over. Their hilts were wrapped in nonslip magical beast hide, and their grips bore signs of wear from long use.
These were what Balk had desperately wanted to reach.
Loa did not rush to touch the swords. He began searching first.
There was not much