Chapter 6320 - Soul-Devouring Puppet

As the two stepped onto land, they immediately felt a vast pressure crashing down upon them, cold and violent, sending shivers down their spines. However, Long Chen and Mo Nian were both bold and fearless individuals. If they were alone, they might tread carefully, but together, they felt confident and proceeded straight toward the island. Mo Nian took out a disk, but this was not a treasure-hunting disk; it was a positioning disk. Soon, Mo Nian pointed to the left front and said, "That is where the earth veins converge. If there are treasures, they must be there." The two dashed in that direction, the pressure growing stronger as they progressed. Soon, a mountain of bones appeared before them. Seeing the bone mountain, both Long Chen and Mo Nian were filled with rage. The mountain was entirely composed of the remains of human experts. What angered them the most was that someone had used these remains to create steps leading to the summit of the bone mountain. Shame, an indescribable shame. These warriors who fought for the Nine Heavens had their remains used as steps. "Seniors, I'm sorry. I'll seek justice for you later!" Long Chen gritted his teeth and ascended the steps. As he trod on these remains, countless scenes of blood-soaked battles flashed through Long Chen's mind, and he heard roars and wails from the upstream of the river of time. At that moment, Long Chen felt immense grief, wishing he could traverse the long river of history to join that chaotic battle. Mo Nian's face was also somber, as he too could sense the will emanating from these remains. When the two reached the summit of the bones, they saw a massive altar with a huge statue enshrined on it. The statue was that of a spider, black as ink, its body as dark as meteorite iron, yet its legs and fangs seemed forged from gold, shining with a sharp luster. What surprised Long Chen and Mo Nian was the square made of bones in front of the altar, where thousands of strong individuals were devoutly worshipping the black spider. As soon as the two appeared, those thousands of strong individuals turned their heads in unison to look at them. These were all extraterrestrial experts, each possessing formidable auras, all exceeding seven hundred Emperor Flames. Among them, there were over fifty experts with eight hundred Emperor Flames, and Long Chen witnessed some experts with seven hundred ninety-nine Emperor Flames, surrounded by black energy, gradually condensing new Emperor Flames to become experts with eight hundred Emperor Flames. "They are worshipping. That spider is either their ancestor or their deity," Mo Nian said. "It doesn't seem like an ancestor because they are of different races and bloodlines. It should be a common deity they worship, using the power of faith to condense Emperor Flames," Long Chen shook his head. When the two appeared, these extraterrestrial experts were startled, but after sensing their auras, found them not strong. "Capture them alive for soul-searching to find out how they got here," a demonically powerful expert ordered. With his command, a dozen experts with seven hundred Emperor Flames left the group and charged at Long Chen and Mo Nian. Long Chen observed these people, surrounded by black energy, their soul fluctuations resonating with the statue, seemingly part of a worship ritual. The others remained motionless, likely not wanting the two to disrupt the ceremony. "Leave it to me!" Long Chen was about to act when Mo Nian waved his hand, summoning a coffin, from which emerged a figure clad in black armor. The armored figure exuded a chilling aura, wielding a shiny battle blade, its fierce pressure intimidating. Long Chen was startled to find it was a puppet, armed to the teeth, with no apparent weaknesses, except for the hollow eyes. "Swoosh" The black-armored puppet moved, slashing its blade through the air, cleaving a seven-hundred Emperor Flame extraterrestrial expert in two. The sharp battle blade cut through the defense as if slicing through vegetables. "Swoosh swoosh swoosh..." The puppet flickered continuously, each slash claiming an expert's life, even cutting through weapons and their wielders. "Such powerful formations, rapid speed, and agile attack methods," Long Chen couldn't help but secretly admire. This puppet was incredibly powerful. The puppet struck, and within a few moves, all those who attacked were killed. As their bodies fell, strange vines emerged from the ground, silently transporting them into the chaotic space. "This puppet of mine, named Soul Devourer, was crafted in ancient times, with its manufacturing techniques now lost. I found it in an ancient tomb, luckily, it was inactive at the time, or you might not have seen me," Mo Nian said with a hint of pride. "Send more people to kill them, don't let them disrupt the ceremony," a strong figure shouted, furious at the sight of those slain. "Whoosh whoosh whoosh..." With his command, hundreds of strong individuals moved away from their original positions to attack the two, including two experts with eight hundred Emperor Flames. "No matter how many come, they will die!" Mo Nian snorted coldly, forming seals with his hands, causing the void to tremble continuously. Coffins shot out from the void, landing on the ground, and from them emerged more puppets. With the previous one, there were now eighteen black-armored puppets, armed with battle blades, advancing to kill. What shocked Long Chen was the agile and fierce attacks of these puppets, resembling battle-hardened masters, their strikes ruthless and precise, always targeting the enemy's weak points, attacking with a do-or-die stance. These puppets were protected by black armor, with runes flowing on it, radiating imperial might. Although not Divine Emperor Artifacts, they were inscribed with Divine Emperor runes, making ordinary imperial weapons ineffective. "No wonder this guy is so confident. With so many puppet warriors, each almost equivalent to an eight hundred Emperor Flame existence," Long Chen felt a twinge of envy, realizing that grave robbing could indeed yield good finds. "Boom" An expert with eight hundred Emperor Flames wielded a divine weapon, clashing with a black-armored puppet. As Long Chen anticipated, the puppet's runes flowed, unleashing vast imperial might. Both the puppet and the expert were knocked back simultaneously. The strike resulted in a draw. Witnessing this, the extraterrestrial experts were shocked, realizing the situation was dire. However, their ritual seemed to have reached a critical point, making it impossible to halt. "Swoosh swoosh swoosh..." By this time, except for the eight hundred Emperor Flame expert, all the other extraterrestrial experts were slain by the puppets. "Tu Yan, I order you to kill them!" At this moment, a man in front of the statue spoke. Since Long Chen and Mo Nian's arrival, he had been seated with closed eyes, not sparing them a glance. As he spoke, the man who had been issuing orders was both shocked and furious. Suddenly, he roared in anger, his aura transforming. His Emperor Flames condensed into a massive flame, and his power surged tenfold. "A breakthrough?" Seeing this, Long Chen and Mo Nian were both taken aback.