Harboring malicious intent.

Insane to the extreme.

The thoughts of this beast cannot even be described as madness; he is nothing short of a demon.

If the West Martial Mausoleum were to be destroyed, the consequences would be unimaginable.

It's known that in each city, the Heroic Spirit Mausoleums are the top priority for the Zhenqin Corps to protect, such that even if a General comes to pay respects, they must lay down their weapons.

For countless years, the Yangxiang Sect has plotted numerous times against the mausoleums, but none have ever succeeded.

Even in small cities, every wall is made of alloy, difficult for a Grandmaster Martial Artist to destroy.

What's more, the four great Imperial Capitals are world-renowned, and the mausoleum is the top priority, even the Divine Cabinet dares not be negligent, which says a lot about the level of protection it enjoys.

Martial Artists fight on the battlefield not for fame or fortune, but for this honor.

If one can't even protect the tombstones of their homeland, it would definitely have a dire impact.

Moreover, this is the West Imperial Mausoleum.

If anything happens, the Divine Land would become a laughingstock to the entire world.

Let's not even mention these public matters.

Even in private, who dares desecrate their ancestral graves? That's an enmity deeper than death.

And the Nether Air Stone would corrode the names from within, and even the alloy in the walls would likely be riddled with holes, leading to a large-scale collapse.

The Zhenqin Corps can withstand the beast but not the corrosion of the Nether Air Moth.

The hearts of everyone in the Cangyuan Sixth Camp were pounding wildly.

Su Yue's face was stiff.

He never thought that Jiao Qingyuan, this beast, would focus his attention on the West Martial Mausoleum.

No, this isn't right.

For any normal person, how could they imagine going this far?

It's simply too insane.

Bai Xiaolong gritted his teeth.

In the mausoleum were the names of his predecessors, his classmates from West Martial, and even the name of a teacher he highly respected.

There's no way he could allow the mausoleum to be destroyed.

"What should we do? We must stop him from destroying the mausoleum. We have to go back immediately and inform General Yan Chenyun."

Jia Weisu suddenly stood up.

Without saying a word, he was ready to climb with his hands and feet.

"Calm down, are you out of your mind!

"There are five Fifth-Grade Yangxiang Race guarding the cliff. Climbing up would exhaust a lot of Qi Blood, and if we're not careful, we could shatter to pieces, while they could just launch attacks from above.

"We can't even unleash the power of a Third Grade. Do you think we could fight our way up?"

Wang Anhu glared at Jia Weisu.

"Everyone calm down, there are many things to handle one by one at the moment.

"Since we can't go back now, let's continue to find a way.

"You all wait here. I'll head over to the moist territory. If the entrance is safe, I'll smash the cave wall three times hard. When you receive the signal, come immediately.

"First, move the source ores to the entrance; it will also make transportation easier for us.

"There will always be a way."

Su Yue calmed everyone down.

Then he dashed towards the other side of the cliff.

The others, without Spider-Man's ability, could only wait by the entrance, in case anything went wrong, keeping the two groups separated to avoid being captured all at once.

The tunnel is long, making it hard for the sound to reach the other side, but Su Yue's strength made wall banging noticeable right away.

The six nodded; Su Yue was right.

Then they became worried again.

How could they get up there?

Jiao Qingyuan, the beast, had planned everything so tightly that it was downright hopeless.

...

Safe.

Su Yue switched to the Yangxiang Race mode, appearing at the cliff edge on the Yangxiang Race side.

He stood on a tree, observing all around.

Very safe.

In Earth's time, it was around three in the morning.

For both Earthlings and the moist-territory races, this was the time for the deepest sleep.

Without any special circumstances, a normal person wouldn't go out at this hour.

Meanwhile, Lan Lu and Zili seemed to be still in a passionate embrace; Su Yue admired their vigorous energy.

"We can act now."

Su Yue nodded and then returned to the tunnel.

Huh.

Something's off.

I left a mark here, how has it disappeared?

Su Yue walked a few dozen meters.

Suddenly, in a more spacious area, he sensed something unusual.

The soil here seemed to have been tampered with.

"Young City Lord of Yu Jing City, I hope to have a word with you."

At that moment, a voice suddenly appeared overhead.

Buzz!

Su Yue was almost scared to faint.

He quickly looked up.

Damned.

The moist territory indeed is unsettling.

It's the Fifth-Grade Yangxiang Race secretly colluding with Jiao Qingyuan.

This guy lay there like a corpse in a coffin, sticking to the top of the cave, staring straight down at him.

Then, he calmly floated down, like a ghost, standing opposite of Su Yue.

At this time, Su Yue had his back to the Yangxiang Race exit.

While Lan Xi had his back to the Human Race's East Battle Dao exit.

He blocked Su Yue's escape route.

"Who are you?"

Su Yue asked knowingly.

Facing a Fifth Grade, he had no chance of winning, so he needed to stall for time.

"Who I am doesn't matter; I just want to cooperate with you, Young City Lord."

Lan Xi hadn't been to the other end of the tunnel, so he was unaware of Wang Anhu and the others.

He had just come in.

After all, he had to wait for this Young City Lord to see if he hid any treasures.

But this time Su Yue just scouted the vicinity, seemingly finding no treasures.

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