502: Warning No. 2

Somewhere outside the Giant Palace, a man with brownish hair was fighting a giant with the people around him.

However, although he looked as disheveled as everyone else, a closer look revealed a calm composure.

But at this moment, his expression suddenly changed, and even his body movements paused.

"Number Two, what's wrong?"

A person next to him immediately noticed his abnormality and, with a dodge, approached him and asked.

The man with brownish hair was naturally Number Two, but his previous silver hair was too conspicuous, so he temporarily dyed it this color to hide.

Number Two's face remained grim, and after confirming again, he looked at his companion and said,

"Number Thirteen is dead."

They could know whether their teammates were alive by the names on the leaderboard, and just now, when he checked the leaderboard again, Number Thirteen's name had disappeared.

The brief sentence caused the person who asked the question to fall silent for a moment.

A few seconds later, while casting a Holy Skill, he asked in a low voice,

"Then what should we do now? Who do you think did it?"

Number Two was about to shake his head, but then he suddenly remembered the man he saw that day who had chased them to their temporary Gathering Place.

Even when he attacked the opponent, he was pierced in the abdomen by a sharp Bone Spike, almost critically injuring him.

Although they hadn't formally fought, he still considered the opponent a powerful imaginary enemy.

Was this incident also done by that person?

Number Two couldn't be sure, but if it really was the case, then he felt that he and his companions might have already been exposed.

That person must have some powerful reconnaissance methods, or some information that could be interrogated, otherwise it would be impossible to discover Number Thirteen hidden in the crowd.

In fact, his guess was correct; Gu Qinghan, with his Soul-Capturing Ghost General, found obtaining information incredibly easy.

But he hadn't expected that the reason Number Thirteen was exposed wasn't Gu Qinghan, but Number Thirteen's own greed.

If the opponent hadn't coveted that Cleric's corpse, then Gu Qinghan would never have had the chance to discover the opponent's existence.

At least, not so quickly.

Thinking of this possibility, Number Two suddenly made up his mind and said to his companion beside him,

"Number Eight, go call Number Five over; we need to evacuate quickly!"

Number Eight, who was beside him, widened his eyes and asked in disbelief,

"Number Two, have you been scared silly? Yesterday, everyone already had some complaints about your suggestion, and now we're just directly evacuating?

Even if the Clerics inside can successfully kill that giant, it will definitely be a mutually destructive outcome.

At that time, if we just snatch a few things, this trip to the Secret Realm will be profitable!

Isn't the purpose of us entering this Secret Realm to accumulate strength to fight Number One?"

Number Two didn't speak immediately, but just sighed deeply, and with a flash of light in his hand, the giant being attacked by everyone suddenly stiffened.

Immediately after, the giant fell heavily to the ground, leaving the surrounding people somewhat dumbfounded.

While the surrounding people went forward to search for equipment, Number Two then said to Number Eight,

"Number Eight, what is our purpose in fighting Number One?"

Number Eight paused, but still replied,

"Of course, it's to survive. We all feel that Number One doesn't have good intentions; he definitely wants to use us to do something."

Number One nodded, then said,

"But what if I told you that there might be someone in this Secret Realm who is even stronger than Number One, would you believe it?"

Number Eight was stunned. Stronger than Number One?

"How is that possible? Number One is already second on the combat power list, and that's still with him holding back.

As for his level and so on, we all know he's deliberately suppressing it... Wait, stronger than Number Two!?"

Number Eight seemed to have suddenly remembered something, and his voice rose slightly.

Number Two nodded, and said somewhat bitterly,

"Although I'm not sure, the possibility is very high.

My heart has been beating faster since yesterday, and I think this is a bad omen."

Number Eight was somewhat disbelieving of such an esoteric thing, and the greed in his heart made him ask unwillingly,

"But you know, if we leave now, this trip to the Secret Realm might very well end!

The monster inside this Giant Palace is most likely the Lord of the Secret Realm. Whoever kills him and obtains the Secret Realm core will turn this Secret Realm into a unique instance!"

"I know," Number Two still nodded, "But compared to these, I actually want to live more."

Yes, his idea was very pure; he just wanted to keep living.

Whether it was becoming Number One's first Cleric subordinate or later entering the Secret Realm to plunder other Professionals, Number Two's thoughts were actually very simple.

To live.

For this purpose, he could pretend to be like a dog in front of Number One, and he could also plan such a conspiracy behind his back.

But no matter what, the only thing he wanted to do was to live.

Number Eight fell silent. After a long while, he suddenly shook his head and said to Number Two,

"Number Two, I think you're really too cautious.

If you want to leave, then leave alone.

Yesterday, Number Five told me that you might back down again, and at first, I didn't quite believe it.

But now, we are no longer on the same path."

Number Two showed no surprise, just nodded, and then said,

"It's alright. If everything goes well this time, I will still find you through the spatial imprint.

This time, I owe you all, and I can still let everyone use the wheel of destiny."

Number Eight waved his hand, seemingly somewhat disdainful of Number Two:

"I hope so. All of our destinies are tied together. This is your first time backing down, and I hope it's the last."

"Forgive me."

As Number Two finished speaking, a thin crack appeared in front of him.

This was one of his Holy Skills; although not a Holy Skill, it was one he used most often.

Spatial Shuttle.

He could use spatial abilities, and it was precisely with this Holy Skill that he was able to escape Gu Qinghan's encirclement that day.

Seeing Number Two use this Holy Skill, Number Eight also shook his head in disappointment, wanting to turn and leave.

But just as the crack gradually widened, faint wisps of black smoke suddenly appeared around them.

At first, no one noticed these black smoke, but these black smoke gradually grew thicker, gradually obscuring everyone's vision.

When someone realized that the surrounding light was dimming, they suddenly realized something was wrong.

"Not good! Number Eight!"

Number Two was greatly alarmed. He already had the intention to retreat, and at this moment, he was momentarily flustered.

But Number Eight, who had just walked away, had already disappeared into the black mist, like a small fishing boat sinking into the sea, completely out of sight.

Number Two gritted his teeth and immediately wanted to run towards the spatial crack he had just opened.

But when he passed through that spatial crack, he found that he had not left the dense black mist.

He was still in the black mist, with vast black mist surging, seemingly wanting to devour him.

"How is this possible? My Holy Skill, it failed...?"