Deep in the ancient ruins, in a narrow secret room, the blood-red altar placed in the middle became brighter and brighter, like a large irregular ruby, reflecting crystal clear light under the light.

No...it's not so much that it refracted the light, it was more like it became the light source itself and began to emit red light. Most of the secret room was illuminated in red, like warm blood.

“This…this…”

Hela and Huigo stood at the door, their bodies tense as iron, but they dared not move at all, because not far away from them, a middle-aged man in a black robe, with a haggard face but green eyes, was staring intently at a bunch of hearts in his hand.

Weidan didn't even bother to look at the two new intruders. Compared with the arrogant little girl before, the level of these two adults was far inferior.

"What a pity! Baka still had a lot of research value, yet he was killed just like that. But never mind. As long as there's enough material, the experimental subject can be cultivated again in the future." Weidan shook his head, putting that regret behind him. Then he turned around, placed the connected hearts beside him, and caressed Weilan's hair with affection. "Daughter, wait a little longer. You will see the light of day again soon."

As for the other living Weilan next to him, he didn't even look at him, as if he was not a person but a consumable prop.

Such differential treatment clearly illustrates the problem, that is, the one lying on the altar, Veran, is his real daughter.

"I've seen photos of Weidan. It must be him." Hela felt as if her legs were frozen in place as she stared at the altar before her. She said with embarrassment, "But I didn't expect Weidan to be so well hidden... and I didn't expect his daughter to be dead long ago."

She came from a good family, and as a martial artist, she was naturally knowledgeable. After just a few glances, she immediately figured out the whole story.

This made Hila question in a hissing voice, “Weidan, you put out bait to attract so many martial artists just to perform a blood sacrifice ritual to resurrect your daughter?!”

At this point, I no longer care about anything. I am going to die anyway, so I might as well die with a clear mind.

Hui Ge stood nearby, watching the incredibly bloody and horrific scene unfold before him. After hearing Hela's words, he was completely numb with shock. "Killing so many powerful martial artists just to resurrect one person?! What a ridiculous excuse!"

There is no Force Stone.

No power.

There is no hope.

There is only death.

A feeling of despair rose in his heart, and at this moment, he could no longer bear the fear in his heart. All the suppressed emotions burst out in an instant, and he subconsciously turned around and ran back, trying to escape from this terrifying bloody secret room.

"Run! Run back the way you came!" Hui Ge's feet were like the wind, and he was using all his strength. "Even if I encounter a vengeful ghost, I still have a chance of survival. But if I encounter this kind of evil Force user, I won't even be able to save my body."

At this moment, he had only one thought in his mind, which was to survive.

"wait..."

When Hela saw Huige running back, she immediately reached out to stop him, but it was too late. The man was running very fast and was about to rush out of the stone door of the secret room.

"A pointless struggle."

But just when Huige was about to escape from the secret room, Weidan shook his head, then slowly opened his mouth, and a black and purple tongue immediately stretched out a distance of more than ten meters and directly pierced his heart.

laugh!

Huige was like a paper man, with a large amount of blood spurting out of him and he lost his life without any resistance.

"Mind influences reality, and from nothingness comes the incredible." Hela stared at the inhuman tongue, not daring to move, muttering to herself, "Is this the realm of the void?"

Hearing this question, Weidan raised his head and looked at Hela a few more times. "It seems you know quite a lot."

"My father is an archaeologist and has come into contact with many mysterious people, so naturally I've heard him talk about this." Seeing Huigo's tragic death on the spot, Hela seemed to have foreseen her own fate. Her eyes gleamed with determination, and she extended her hands slightly, two spiral-patterned daggers suddenly thrusting out. "My master was right. The Force and martial arts are simply not on the same level. How ridiculous... All martial artists don't pursue the pinnacle of martial arts, but instead dream of awakening the Force."

This is truly the tragedy of martial artists.

Martial arts are limited by bottlenecks. No martial artist in history has been able to break through the seventh level of martial arts. They can only find another way and pursue the path of awakening the force.

Therefore, nowadays, the ultimate goal of basically all talented martial artists is not to break through the bottleneck of martial arts, but to think about how to awaken the Force.

Truly powerful martial artists do not pursue martial arts. This truth will never be known by those middle and low-level martial artists.

Hela decided that even if she died, she would maintain the last dignity of a martial artist.

"Haha, you know I'm a Force user, yet you still dare to attack me?" Seeing this, Weidan smiled and said, "You and that little girl are both very brave."

"That little girl...? What happened to her...?"

Hela was startled and felt an inexplicable sadness in her heart.

The little girl rushed in so fast, she must have come in first, but she might not survive even a second when encountering a monster like Weidan. Now there is not even a corpse left. I wonder if she has become part of the pile of bloody garbage.

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