192: Speak! What is your relationship with the Heavenly Dao?!

The little japanese Black Cloud trio—Hayakawa Ryunosuke, Chishima Sakura, and Sato Gin—miraculously survived, thanks to their ninja agility and caution.

Their black ninja suits were stained with blood and dust, but their eyes were as sharp as knives.

Two Bloodline Counts stood on the left side of the group; their pale faces appeared particularly sinister in the dim light.

On the right were two Werewolves, their bulky bodies covered in scars.

Three Black Wizards stood at the back, their faces hidden in the shadows beneath their black robes.

On both sides, the mercury rivers flowed silently, the silver liquid shimmering with a cold light in the dim glow, as if countless eyes were secretly prying.

In the middle was a golden avenue, dazzling with light, yet exuding a suffocating sense of oppression.

On either side of the avenue stood two rows of terracotta army holding weapons, silently guarding this path to death.

The Emperor's seat was empty, but the invisible pressure made everyone present feel a chill down their spines.

The ten survivors stood at the beginning of the golden avenue, no one daring to take the first step.

"A bunch of cowards, watch me!"

A Black Wizard sneered, his body began to twist and deform, and countless black mists surged from beneath his black robe. In an instant, he transformed into a black bat the size of a fist, flapping its wings towards the other end of the golden avenue.

This type of shapeshifting ability was extremely rare among mutants, and the others widened their eyes, holding their breath and watching his actions.

The black bat glided lightly over the golden avenue, seemingly about to reach the other side safely.

Suddenly, a terracotta army moved.

After absorbing Spiritual Qi for the past month, its faded clay shell gradually regained its vibrant colors.

At this moment, it seemed to be awakened by some force. Its clay shell began to peel off, revealing its true body within—a warrior covered in bronze armor, with eerie green flames burning in its eyes.

The terracotta army moved like lightning. It raised its hand and threw a bronze spear, the spearhead cutting through the air with a sharp whistle.

The black bat had no time to dodge; the spear accurately pierced its heart.

"Pfft—"

The black bat instantly reverted to human form, his black robe soaked with blood. He stared wide-eyed, disbelievingly at the bronze spear in his chest, then fell heavily to the ground, lifeless.

With no way to retreat, the remaining nine mutants finally realized they had nowhere to run.

"Charge together!" Hayakawa Ryunosuke roared, his ninja sword glinting coldly.

Chishima Sakura and Sato Gin followed closely, the trio rushing towards the terracotta army like ghosts.

The two Bloodline Counts spread their bat wings, transforming into two bloody afterimages, striking directly at their targets.

The Werewolves roared, entering a berserk state, their muscles bulging and their sharp claws tearing through the air. The Black Wizards raised their bone staffs, releasing dark curse energy.

The battle erupted instantly.

Hayakawa Ryunosuke's ninja sword struck the terracotta army's armor, leaving only a shallow mark.

Chishima Sakura's poisoned darts hit the terracotta army's eyes, but the opponent seemed oblivious, striking her with a backhand punch that sent her flying.

Sato Gin tried to use illusions to interfere but found that these ancient warriors were completely unaffected.

The Bloodline Count's claws tore open the terracotta army's chest, but there was no flesh and blood inside, only a bronze skeleton.

The Werewolf's brute force knocked a terracotta army to the ground, but more terracotta figures surged from the darkness, surrounding them.

The Black Wizard's curses temporarily slowed the terracotta army's movements, but soon, these ancient warriors broke free and continued their assault.

After a brutal struggle, the nine mutants finally defeated the terracotta army blocking their way, but at a heavy cost—Hayakawa Ryunosuke of the Black Cloud group was beheaded by a bronze sword, one Bloodline Count was impaled to the wall by a spear, and another Werewolf had his chest crushed by a terracotta army's warhorse.

Finally, the remaining six, dragging their battered bodies, entered the most core and mysterious main tomb chamber of the Mausoleum of the First Qin Emperor.

The suspended coffin stood silently in the center of the tomb chamber, exuding a suffocating pressure.

The six stood before the coffin, breathing rapidly, their hearts pounding like thunder.

The little japanese Black Cloud trio, Chishima Sakura and Sato Gin, survived, along with two Bloodlines, one Werewolf, and one Black Wizard.

Chishima Sakura suddenly covered her mouth and nose, realizing that each breath made the supernatural energy within her surge like boiling water.

Mysterious black curse patterns appeared on Sato Gin's skin—a sign of a Breakthrough to A-rank.

The Bloodline Count's bat wings unfurled uncontrollably, and his originally pale skin took on a metallic sheen; the Werewolf King's fangs grew three inches, and every strand of his fur was coated in bronze.

The six looked at each other, seeing incredible shock in each other's eyes.

Just by smelling the air around the coffin, all six of them actually made a Breakthrough, reaching A-rank mutants and Awakening powerful new abilities.

If they opened the coffin, wouldn't they achieve Immortal Ascension?

"What are you waiting for!" The Werewolf King was the first to erupt, his bronze-like claws tearing at the coffin.

The other five woke up as if from a dream, all rushing towards the coffin.

Buzz, an invisible and colorless barrier directly knocked all six of them flying!

"Baka! Let's use our ultimate moves together!!"

The six attacked simultaneously, attempting to break through the barrier.

"Stop!"

A soft shout,

Su Jiuning arrived riding a war eagle. Originally a team of ten, only she made it here alive.

Chishima Sakura sneered, "A Huaxia mutant? Heh heh, you dare to come here alone to die..."

Before she finished speaking, poisoned shurikens suddenly shot from her sleeve, while Sato Gin's silver threads formed a net to seal Su Jiuning's face.

The Bloodline, Werewolf, and Wizard also attacked Su Jiuning.

"Overestimating yourselves!"

Su Jiuning's pupils constricted.

"Nine Transformations of the Heavenly Eagle, First Transformation: Eagle Eyes Like Lightning!"

All enemy attack trajectories became slow-moving red dashed lines in her vision. Su Jiuning, like a graceful dancer, dodged all of them, even weaving through the dense gaps of Sato Gin's silver threads!

"Second Transformation: Eagle Wings Riding the Wind."

Su Jiuning summoned a silver-winged giant eagle. This war eagle, with a wingspan of three meters, had feathers that gleamed with the cold light of steel. The fierce wind it generated during its dive directly tore apart the protective energy of two of the mutants.

The moment its sharp talons clamped onto the Werewolf King, its eagle beak had already pierced the Bloodline's heart.

"Could this woman be S-rank!! Damn it!"

Chishima Sakura watched in horror as the others were cut in half by the eagle's wings. In a blink of an eye, four of the six were dead.

Just as Su Jiuning's eagle claws were about to pierce Chishima Sakura's throat, an unexpected change occurred!

Perhaps it was Lu Chen's Heavenly Dao aura on Su Jiuning, but the coffin actually sensed it!

It activated a special protection mechanism, emitting a beam of light that pierced Su Jiuning. Although she didn't die, she was severely wounded.

"Go to hell!!" Chishima Sakura's kunai aimed directly for Su Jiuning's throat, and Sato Gin's silver threads targeted her heart.

Clang—!

Suddenly!

A hundred sword lights poured down like a silver river.

Lin Fei stood with his hands behind his back, the pressure of his Foundation Establishment Stage cultivation solidifying the air.

Those Flying Swords were not metal, but translucent light blades formed entirely from Spiritual Qi. The last thing reflected in Chishima Sakura's pupils was the cyan sword light that pierced her glabella.

"This... what kind of ability is this...?" she murmured as she slumped to the ground.

Lin Fei flicked his sleeve, retracting his sword. The residual Spiritual Qi vibrated the bronze lamps, causing them to hum: "This isn't an ability, it's a Spell! Ignorant! Die!!"

Flying Swords pierced the two.

The two died with their eyes wide open.

Su Jiuning weakly said, "Thank you, Senior, for saving my life!"

Lin Fei suddenly grabbed Su Jiuning with five fingers, pulling her in front of him, his face contorted: "Speak!! What is your relationship with the Heavenly Dao!!"