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Chapter 572 - 264: The Killing Grounds Are Ready, Prey Enter the Arena!

The scene spiraled out of control instantly.

In the midst of this frenzied chaos.

Fang Qingyu and his group of five silently stopped in their tracks.

They didn’t follow the crowd to the altar but discreetly retreated to near the entrance passage of the ice cavern, a relatively dim corner under the shadow of a massive ice pillar.

"It’s about time."

Fang Qingyu’s voice was deep.

Almost simultaneously, as his words faded.

Buzz—.

A thick, ink-like darkness, as if capable of devouring all light, spread silently and invisibly from Fang Qingyu.

Eternal Night Territory.

The profound darkness instantly engulfed the five.

Their figures, breaths, heartbeats, body temperatures...

All traces of existence were perfectly gathered and isolated by this pure darkness.

Like five shadows merged with the ice wall itself.

The cacophony inside the ice cavern, chaotic energy fluctuations, and biting cold... were instantly isolated outside.

Leaving only absolute silence and profound darkness.

"Stay put."

Fang Qingyu’s voice echoed clearly in the darkness.

Seconds later.

Shikong’s team appeared near the entrance of the ice cavern.

They also didn’t rush to the altar but instead moved swiftly toward the corner where Fang Qingyu and his team had vanished, as per their prior agreement.

Shikong’s sharp eyes under the wig surveyed the surroundings cautiously, while his footsteps gradually slowed.

Just as they were about to approach that shadowed corner.

"Come in."

Fang Qingyu’s low voice seemed to sound directly in Shikong’s ears.

Next, the deep shadow seemed to come alive, like an abyss opening its massive mouth, silently engulfing Shikong’s team of six in an instant.

Shikong only felt a sudden blackout before his eyes, all light and sound vanished.

A cold, deathly silence, yet carrying an indescribable sense of security, enveloped him.

The teammates behind him were also swallowed by the darkness, showing a moment of astonishment on their faces but quickly suppressed it, maintaining silence.

"Don’t move."

Fang Qingyu’s voice rang out calmly in the darkness.

Shikong and his team immediately halted, holding their breath, standing like statues.

They could feel each other being close, yet couldn’t see anyone’s outline, only hearing their faint heartbeats.

The darkness, like thick ink, enveloped them tightly.

Shikong’s heart surged with massive waves.

Is this Fang Qingyu’s ability?

No wonder he can create miracles repeatedly...

"Captain Fang, your ability..."

Shikong couldn’t help but murmur in the darkness, his voice carrying uncontainable shock.

"Yes." Fang Qingyu simply acknowledged without explanation.

He had long since come to terms with the ability of the Realm Patrol.

The stunning battle within the Black Pine Ridge Force Field, the thick darkness enshrouding the battlefield, and the massive dark vortex in the sky, had long been witnessed by Wei Banmeng and the others.

Later at the Glacial Ruins, code name "Nine" walked in just like strolling into one’s backyard.

This kind of secret simply can’t be hidden forever.

As for trump cards, they need constant replacement and upgrading.

Rather than concealing it, it’s better to utilize it to its maximum effect at critical moments.

Now, using it to hide the three teams, to complete this astounding trap, is just making the best use of it.

"Don’t worry, Captain Fang."

Shikong’s voice became extremely solemn in the darkness, "What we saw today, we will keep deep in our hearts! Not a word will be leaked!"

"We too!" The other members of Shikong’s team quickly whispered their assurances.

"Thank you."

Fang Qingyu’s voice remained calm.

At this moment, Liu Hanyan’s team also appeared near the entrance of the ice cavern.

They too avoided the chaos in the direction of the altar, seemingly searching for a suitable observation spot.

Liu Hanyan’s disguised, sallow face was now filled with vigilance and a subtle trace of tension.

"Next to the ice pillar on your left ahead."

Fang Qingyu’s voice came through the earpiece clearly to Liu Hanyan’s ears.

Liu Hanyan’s eyes sharpened, and her steps subtly quickened.

As they stepped into that range of shadow.

The same sensation descended again!

Absolute darkness consumed everything.

Liu Hanyan and Liu Qingyan felt a sudden lightness in their bodies, immediately enveloped by the cold, viscous darkness, completely isolated from the outside.

"Don’t make a sound."

Fang Qingyu’s voice sounded.

Liu Hanyan’s team of six instantly halted, merging into the darkness like stones, their breathing becoming barely audible.

Thus.

This corner, less than ten square meters, covered by the shadow of a massive ice pillar.

Under the wrapping of Eternal Night Territory’s deep, thick absolute darkness.

Silently accommodated fifteen individuals.

Fifteen figures stood like ghosts.

They could even sense the faint thermal radiation from each other’s bodies, yet could see no outlines.

Only the sound of heartbeats and breathing were amplified in the absolute silence.

An extremely oppressive tension, filled with fatal menace, permeated this narrow darkness.

Fang Qingyu stood at the forefront.

The Melted Gold Eyes in the darkness appeared like two faint golden flames.

Penetrating the boundary of the Eternal Night Territory, firmly locking onto the direction of the ice cavern’s entrance.

Time passed second by second in the thick darkness.

The chaos deep inside the ice cavern continued.

The sounds of energy collisions, curses, and the fighting over treasures from the direction of the altar rose and fell.

... But in reality, most of them were just pretending.

Not really making a move.

Like they would keep "performing" as long as no one called for a cut.

After more than ten minutes.

Finally...

Under the watch of Fang Qingyu’s Molten Gold Vertical Pupils.

At the entrance of the ice cavern, appeared those seven familiar figures.

The Yunhua Envoy of the Jiang Family.

They maintained the same formation as before, seemingly attracted by the chaos, stepping swiftly into the ice cavern with a small group of "fashionably late" people.

However, their steps were steady and powerful, with their aura completely restrained.

There wasn’t the slightest excitement of entering the Martial Saint Ruins.

Their seemingly loose formation subtly formed a semicircular guard, tightly protecting a small area behind.

Fang Qingyu’s breath imperceptibly became long and steady.

His gaze pierced through the crowd, through the barrier formed by the seven Yunhua Envoys, locking firmly on the rear of the formation.

There, a figure similarly dressed in ordinary mercenary cold-resistant gear, slightly hunched, wearing a thick cold-resistant hat and goggles, completely covering the face, following at the tail end with seemingly stumbling steps.

He seemed unremarkable, like an old mercenary drawn by the ruins, lacking strength.

However...

In the depths of Fang Qingyu’s Molten Gold Vertical Pupils.

Underneath that ordinary appearance.

Fang Qingyu clearly saw a name, blood-red as scarlet.

[Martial Saint]

Has come!

The true target!

Finally entered this meticulously prepared...

field of death.

Fang Qingyu’s lips, in the absolute darkness, slowly lifted into a slight curve.

He gently turned his head, softly saying:

"It’s here."