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Chapter 763: Run Away?
The Red-haired Strongman suppressed the uncertainty and doubt in his heart, turned his head, and looked at a man behind him.
That was a man with an extremely slender figure and a delicate, feminine face.
His eyes were completely covered by an eerie grayish-white, making him an extremely rare mental-type or perception-type SS-Rank Expert.
The slender man formed a bizarre seal with his hands in front of his chest, and his grayish-white eyes stared at the city below.
After a moment, he nodded with certainty.
"I confirm, they are right in the city below!"
The slender man spoke with a certain tone, but immediately after, his expression became extremely bizarre, even revealing undisguised panic.
"However…"
"However what? Why are you stammering!" the Red-haired Strongman rebuked impatiently.
The slender man swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his voice trembling slightly, "My lord, I feel… their auras are all a bit wrong."
"I can sense that the positions of their dozens of people are concentrated together, but the Origin fluctuations on them… are extremely weak! They are simply like a remaining candle in the wind, about to be extinguished!"
The slender man raised his head, his grayish-white eyes filled with shock, "The life energy and Divine Power in their bodies have been forcibly drained by some extremely domineering thing… They are almost dying!"
"What?!"
As soon as these words came out, dozens of experts from the Dawnbreaker Guild around him all gasped in unison.
"Drained? Almost dying? How is this possible!"
The expression of the Red-haired Strongman turned gloomy to the extreme. His fists clenched so tightly that they cracked, and violent fire-type Law rolled violently around him.
"The situation isn't quite right!"
The Red-haired Strongman said through gritted teeth, "These awakened compatriots, even if their strength hasn't recovered to their Peak, are definitely not something that these ant-like Professionals in the current world suppressed by the Heavenly Dao can deal with!"
"Logically speaking, in the entire Sakura Country, apart from the Extreme Ice Empress, there shouldn't be any experts capable of dealing with them!"
"What kind of eerie variable is hidden on this land? To actually make the people of our Dawnbreaker Guild end up in such a wretched state, and even treat them as nutrients for extracting energy?!"
Murderous intent was fully revealed in the eyes of the Red-haired Strongman.
Mr. Duan's strict order to them was that they must bring these awakened ones back. If they were to bring back a bunch of mummies on the verge of breathing their last like this, they would simply be unable to withstand the anger of that Transcendent!
"No matter who is playing ghost!"
The Red-haired Strongman waved his hand, and the violent flames ignited the air. "Since this city isn't shattered, we will go in and tear it apart with our own hands!"
"First Team! Get into the city for me!"
Pointing at the bustling Tokyo City below, the Red-haired Strongman sternly ordered, "Following the sensed position, go and bring the people out for me! If you encounter any forces that dare to stop you, regardless of men, women, old, or young…"
"Kill them all! Leave none alive!"
Tokyo City. Above the secret underground prison.
A loud noise shook the heavens.
The violent fire-type Law turned into a giant battle axe dozens of meters long, shattering the heavy defensive array on the surface.
Earth and rocks flew apart, and smoke and dust rose everywhere.
A bottomless pit appeared beneath the feet of the Red-haired Strongman and the others.
"Let's go!"
The leading Red-haired Strongman did not hesitate, taking the lead, bringing dozens of elites from the Dawnbreaker Guild behind him, turning into streaks of light and driving straight into the underground cave.
In their original expectation, the place where dozens of Ancient Awakened Ones were detained must be heavily guarded and fraught with crises. They had even prepared themselves to experience a bloody battle.
However, along the way, it was terrifyingly quiet.
Not to mention intercepting guards, not even half a living person's shadow was seen. In the gloomy passages around them, apart from the wind of them speeding past, there was no other sound.
"What is going on? There isn't even a living person in this place, could there be some trick?" In the team, the slender man with grayish-white eyes frowned, looking around the cold and damp passage with an uneasy tone.
"Why care about so much, finding people is priority!" The Red-haired Strongman snorted coldly and curled his lips. "Even if there's a trap, so what? In front of overwhelming power, all flashy things are just nominal! In this current world, apart from Mr. Duan, who else can stop us?"
"But we must also be careful, I always feel this city… is bizarre everywhere." The slender man swallowed a mouthful of saliva. That sense of crisis like needles on his back had lingered unceasingly ever since they descended above Tokyo City.
The group of people raised their speed to the ultimate limit.
Bang!
In the deepest part of the underground prison, the last steel gate engraved with defensive runes was kicked open by the Red-haired Strongman.
The heavy metal gate twisted and flew dozens of meters away, smashing heavily against the wall.
"Compatriots, we have come to recei… cei…"
Halfway through his words, the Red-haired Strongman's throat tightened, and he could no longer make a single sound.
When they saw the scene behind the door clearly, all members of the Dawnbreaker Guild gasped, their scalps tingling.
I saw that inside the spacious underground hall, the more than thirty old-era experts who should have been magnificent and peerless had now become a group of living dead whose Souls had been drained.
They were casually thrown on the ground or collapsed in the corners. Every single person was skin and bones with deeply sunken eye sockets. Their bodies, which were originally filled with Divine Power and vitality, had now shriveled into mummies left for a thousand years, and the skin all over their bodies presented a creepy dead-gray color.
Even their breathing was weak to the extreme; a gust of wind would completely blow away this last breath of theirs.
Where were these Ancient Remnant Clan members? This was clearly a group of waste materials whose marrow had been sucked dry by someone!
The Red-haired Strongman's brain went buzz, and he simply couldn't believe his eyes.
"Th… What is this situation?!"
He stepped out, rushed forward in a few steps, and grabbed a skinny old man on the ground who still looked somewhat human.
No, upon careful perception, what kind of old man was this! This was clearly a Berserker who was illustrious in the Western mythological era, a giant whose height should have exceeded 2.5 meters and who possessed boundless strength!
"Who did it? Who on earth turned you guys into this ghost-like appearance!" The Red-haired Strongman's eyes were crimson, and his angry roar echoed rumblingly throughout the underground prison.
"There shouldn't have been any experts in this Sakura Country capable of dealing with you guys long ago!"
"Speak! What on earth happened? Why are you guys reduced to such a wretched state!"
The shriveled giant was lifted into mid-air by him, shaking violently until his eyes rolled back. His chapped lips trembled, and in his unfocused pupils, the anxious and furious face of the Red-haired Strongman was reflected.
But even more so, it was the extreme fear originating from the depths of his Soul.
He wanted to raise his hand, but had no strength at all. In the end, he exhausted the last life Origin in his body, and from his leaky throat, he extremely difficultly squeezed out a sentence.
What he said, however, was not asking for help at all.
But rather…
"Run… away…"
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