"Take it! Don't bother me anymore!" The god shouted uncomfortably, then the golden crack quickly closed and disappeared into the air.

Logan took the badge and felt the method of creating a spirit within it. He turned to Philip and said seriously: "General Sean, I will keep your spiritual body in this badge and take care of it. Once everything is over, I will definitely find a way to bring you back to life."

Philip's spiritual body looked deeply at Logan. There was pride, a sense of trust, and a bit of a senior's kindness toward a younger person in his eyes. "Kid, I believe in you."

Logan didn't hesitate any longer. He used the badge's power, and a soft light shone, carefully pulling Philip's spiritual body inside.

The whole process felt like a sacred ceremony. When the badge fell back into his hand, Logan placed it into his familiar space.

Solon stood by, his expression complicated, with admiration and worry. "That guy actually threatened a god? It seems the rumors were true. This kid is way stronger than we were when we were young!"

Ignatius shook his head and sighed, but a smile appeared on his lips. "He's brave. Blackmailing a god? We never even dared to think about it. In that sense, I respect him."

Magdalena had already gotten used to Logan's rough behavior. She knew she couldn't do much, so she started praying again. "May the god forgive your offense... and may General Sean Philip find real peace..."

After dealing with General Sean Philip's situation, Lin Mo turned his gaze toward the direction of Golden Sand City.

He could feel the vibrations from underground getting more and more violent. "I'll go with you," he said.

Before he could take another step, Solon blocked his way with his long sword. "Kid, don't steal our spotlight."

Alvarez smiled. "Right. That place is our old guys' battlefield. You can only take down enemies after stepping over our corpses."

After saying that, the others each patted Logan on the shoulder and turned to walk underground.

Logan watched their backs, his face serious. "Old men, don't die on me!"

Deep underground.

Ancestral Spirits' flower was now in a space that had turned into a bloody hell.

General Sean Duerer and Monet General Sean were still working together, wildly draining the life force from the Ancestral Spirits' flower.

The leader of the Bone Clan had red eyes and was yelling in anger: "You bunch of dead men! I will capture you alive and sacrifice you to the Ancestral Spirits!"

General Sean Duerer and Monet General Sean looked at each other and both showed clear disrespect.

Suddenly, General Sean and General Claude Sean joined forces again and kicked the Bone Clan leader hard. This made the leader even more furious, his face turning red with rage.

But Sean and Claude both knew they were at their limit. If they kept going like this, they wouldn't be far from death.

"Hey, are you ready?" Sean looked at Claude, his eyes full of excitement.

"Yeah, I don't want to die in a stupid way. At least let's go out with a big move!" Claude grinned and started to push the last of his familiar energy.

Suddenly, a dragon's roar echoed through the underground space.

Solon's first support team arrived out of nowhere.

Michelangelo's Golden Holy Dragon breathed fire in the air, burning away the strange mist coming from the Bone Clan leader.

Astrid's Diamond Holy Dragon and the Earth Element Giant formed a strong defense, with the General Sean members of the General Sean Council behind them.

Beatrice's Deep Sea Blue Ice Eel floated in the air, releasing gentle energy to help restore the familiar energy of everyone.

With the familiar energy restored, General Sean Duerer's eyes burned with purple inferno, and his surroundings became even more intense as his familiar attacked his body even harder.

The bone clan warriors tied up by General Sean Duerer's magic circle were bursting with blood holes, their bodies in terrible pain.

Meanwhile, General Sean Monet's twelve wings unfolded behind him. His ability to purify and heal had returned to its peak.

The leader of the Bone Clan went completely crazy when he saw this.

He never expected that the human Federation would still be able to find seven strong warriors who were not weaker than the General Seans.

Even the people brought by Solon were strong enough to be considered above average among the General Seans.

"Ah ah ah!" The Bone Clan leader let out a painful scream, full of despair and anger. "For the future of the Bone Clan... you all die!"

"Stop him!" General Sean Duerer noticed something wrong right away and shouted, but it was too late.

The Bone Clan leader no longer dodged, letting Solon's attacks hit him without moving. He didn't stop at all.

In the shocked eyes of everyone, the Bone Clan leader ran toward the Ancestral Spirits and tore open his chest with his hands.

As blood sprayed out, he pulled out his own heart and placed it at the root of the Ancestral Spirits. "With my blood! With my soul! With my flesh! I sacrifice myself to the Ancestral Spirits!"

The Bone Clan leader's heart quickly flowed into the Ancestral Spirits' flower, and a bright burst of blood light exploded instantly!

His entire body began to melt into red energy, flowing endlessly into the Ancestral Spirits.

"No!" Amara, who was kneeling in the center of the flower, cried out in pain. Her body shook violently, and crystal-like patterns appeared on her skin. Two lines of blood tears flowed from her eyes, and finally, she slowly closed her eyes and fell into deep sleep.

In an instant, the layers of the Ancestral Spirits' petals closed from all sides, wrapping Amara inside. The form of the Ancestral Spirits began to change.

The Ancestral Spirits' flower started to grow wildly. Its petal edges grew sharp bone spikes, and its roots, like giant snakes, broke through the ground, giving off a chaotic, violent, and killing energy.

In the underground space, all the dead bone clan warriors, including Bone One, Bone Two, Bone Three... all the way to Bone Ten, as well as Taron and others, all rose from the ground.

The roots of the Ancestral Spirits pierced their bodies and injected them with powerful energy. One by one, the dead bodies opened their eyes, their eyes empty, but their power was as strong as when they were alive.

They slowly stood up, moving stiffly but full of power, surrounding the Ancestral Spirits flower like soldiers.

At the same time, in the center of the Ancestral Spirits' flower, small lumps began to form.

These lumps grew quickly, burst open, and out came new bone clan warriors.

The new warriors had the same empty eyes, only basic fighting instincts, but as soon as they appeared, they joined the puppets' army. Their numbers increased at an amazing speed.

"Damn it!" General Sean Monet's face turned pale: "It's producing warriors! It's producing them non-stop!"

Solon immediately realized how serious the situation was. He looked around and saw that in just a short time, the enemy's number had doubled and was still growing.

"Fall back!" Solon calmly ordered everyone, his voice spreading through the battlefield: "Michelangelo, Astrid, you two take the front line! Beatrice, control the situation! Ignatius, Magdalena, Alvarez, take out the enemies that get close! Everyone back to back, form a circle!"

The order was carried out quickly, but the pressure was too much.

It seemed that the Ancestral Spirits was determined to fight with General Sean Duerer. Now, it wasn't General Sean Duerer trying to wear down the Ancestral Spirits through self-harm, but the Ancestral Spirits was willing to use its own life force to keep General Sean Duerer from moving.

Without General Sean Duerer's wide-range attacks, the resurrected bone clan puppets put Solon and the others into a tough fight. After all, they still had their unique abilities from before, and each one was hard to deal with.

Even with the seven of them standing together, they could only defend.

"There are too many! We'll be worn out if we keep this up!" Malcom General Sean was sweating, and the little familiar energy he had just recovered was gone in just a few breaths.

General Sean and General Claude Sean stood back to back, and from their Spirit Palace and Ghost Palace, spirits kept pouring out. But after the spirits were killed, they took time to come back. Meanwhile, the bone clan puppets kept coming, more and more.

"Monet, send the report out! This information is valuable!" Duerer shouted while fighting.

Monet nodded and turned to the camera behind him, saying, "The Ancestral Spirits has gone out of control. It can produce an endless army. We're surrounded. We need to re-evaluate how long we can hold on. The second support team must move quickly!"

After sending the message, Monet still wasn't sure. He summoned a light Griffin and said, "Take the message out!"

As the Griffin flew away, Solon took a deep breath and said firmly, "Our job isn't to win, it's to hold them back! Buy time for the surface! Hold on until the reinforcements arrive!"

For a moment, eleven top human warriors stood back to back, forming the last circle, and began a desperate battle.

Outside the military command center, in the temporary camp, the atmosphere was heavy, almost suffocating.

On the big screen, the footage Monet sent back was broken, but it was enough to show the terrifying scene underground.

The twisted Ancestral Spirits flower.

The sacrificed Bone Clan leader.

The sleeping Amara.

The resurrected puppet army.

And the new warriors constantly crawling out of the flower's center...

The last picture froze on Solon and the others being surrounded. The command center fell silent.

Arthur frowned, staring at the new form of the Ancestral Spirits. "What is this thing? Is there something this scary still hiding in the Lost World?"

At that moment, Camilla General Sean, wrapped in bandages and looking pale, walked into the command center. "It's like a factory now. We must destroy it as soon as possible. It can't keep producing Bone Clan soldiers forever."

At the same time, Logan returned to the command center with Philip General Sean's spirit medal. After seeing everyone's reactions, he immediately felt something was wrong.

When he learned about the current situation, his eyebrows shot up. "What about the Blade Squad?"

At the screen, a messenger stood up in a hurry, looking nervous. "Augustus General Sean has reached his limit. The energy fluctuation inside the city is extremely violent and keeps rising. It seems like they're about to come out!"

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