Chapter 5683: Mutual Destruction, Part 3
"And didn't you hear the rustling sound of sand and dirt falling around us?"
We're on the brink of disaster, and you're still fawning over your wife, you scoundrel.
The Western Overlord slowly regained consciousness. He had been hit by a fierce howling sound earlier, which caused his blood to clot in his chest, making him faint.
Now awake, he saw the entire scene before him in a crimson hue, as if a bloody red mass had suddenly appeared in his eyes.
What's going on?
He looked around carefully again; the entire hall had completely changed its appearance.
The wooden boxes that were originally suspended in the air were all now scattered on the ground.
And...
Why were the ground and the ceiling a terrifying, uncomfortable red?
The Southern and Northern Overlords had also withdrawn from their treasure-seeking states, both having sustained minor injuries, and were now scanning their surroundings with confused eyes.
"What's happening?"
"Why are all the hall doors tightly sealed?"
"It's the Eastern Overlord!" a Western Domain cultivator exclaimed, pointing indignantly in the Eastern Overlord's direction. "He used a wicked scheme to close all the hall doors here."
"Sand... sand and gravel are coming!"
The Eastern Overlord smiled and nodded, looking at the sand and gravel spreading from all directions, a strange sense of relaxation and release in his eyes.
Finally, it's here. Once the main hall's mechanisms are activated, the hall will become a sealed chamber.
At that point, everyone's lives will no longer be in their own hands.
Fate is truly strange! Many years ago, his poor wife died tragically here.
Today, he would make all these people bury with his wife.
He had entered the Divine Palace year after year, just to discover the secrets of the mechanisms, preparing diligently each time, until now...
Finally, he could execute his plan.
The sand and gravel began to flow slowly at first, but almost instantly, their speed increased.
Everyone now felt like they were defending an isolated island.
The surrounding "sea" of sand and gravel was spreading, seemingly about to engulf the island.
The surging sand and gravel drew closer, then tightened by an inch, soon to envelop their desolate island.
Little Mo Bao remained seated amidst a pile of boxes, opening them one by one as if unwrapping gifts.
He suddenly encountered a particularly difficult wooden box to open. He probed it with his divine power but couldn't open it after a long while.
So, he grumbled, "This box is even more frustrating. I don't know if it's empty, but I can't even open it!"
The harder it was to open, the more he wanted to open it.
The little fellow took out a small hammer from his inner world. Under the astonished gazes of the crowd, he picked up the hammer and, thump-thump-thump-thump, began swinging it fiercely.
Everyone: ...
I must be blind. How could there be such a terrifying mischievous child in the world?
With such violent methods, even if you manage to open the box, do you think the contents will be intact?
Unable to chisel it open, Little Mo Bao then used his fire spirit to try and roast it.
Then he switched to his water spirit to douse it.
After a round of peculiar attempts, the box remained motionless.
The little fellow frowned in frustration and took out a pot from his inner world, intending to start a fire.
Duan Yue truly couldn't bear to watch any longer. He twitched his mouth and raised a hand to cover his face.
This was exactly how Qiaoqiao used to open hidden weapon boxes back then.
It had been submerged in water, roasted in fire, and even rolled through a pan of oil...
Mo Lian was rather speechless. He walked over, picked up the mischievous child, and casually tossed the box from his hand to Duan Yue.
"Although this box looks very similar to the others, it's actually a mechanism box."