"Ugh, when can we get in?!"

"What's the rush? With the ancient ruins appearing, the High Priest will definitely come in person. As long as you go in with the High Priest, the danger will be much less."

"If only we could go in now..."

Around the ancient ruins, there are all kinds of rare and precious materials on the outermost edge. The first people to enter can always get a lot of good things, but the terror inside makes it impossible for them to go in. It is true that there are good things on the outermost edge, but you have to be alive to enjoy them as well as to take them.

Meanwhile, Mo Shuwan and the others, unaware that they had entered an ancient ruin, were carefully searching for any possible array points on the outermost perimeter.

"Um, have you guys felt... like something's watching us?"

"...Damn it, no doubt about it, it's definitely those bastards!"

“Something’s not right.” Mo Shuwan frowned and looked around. Just a moment ago, she suddenly had a chilling feeling, as if she was being stared at by something terrifying. But the moment she looked up, that terrifying feeling disappeared.

Subconsciously glancing at Wen Zuo beside her, Mo Shuwan saw that he also looked solemn, and knew that he had probably sensed it as well.

"Let's stop for a moment."

"What's wrong? Is there a problem?"

Mo Shuwan shook her head. "Something's not right. Everyone, don't get too scattered."

"Run!"

Suddenly, a loud roar rang out, instantly tightening everyone's already tense nerves and causing them to turn sharply to look in the direction from which the sound came.

"Damn it, it's those bastards!"

The moment Cheng Hua saw them, he jumped up, drew his sword, and charged forward. The other party seemed surprised to encounter Mo Shuwan and her group. After a brief moment of shock, the person running at the front suddenly turned around and headed straight for them.

"What's going on? Is this also an illusion?"

"I think so..."

"Chirp chirp chirp!!!"

Mo Shuwan was slightly taken aback. She looked down at Xiwang, her brows furrowing deeply. She looked up at the empty space and, for some reason, had a bad feeling. Ignoring how absurd Xiwang's words were, she turned and ran, shouting, "Let's go!"

During this time, Mo Shuwan and Wen Zuo had become the backbone of the group. When they heard her say to leave, their minds hadn't even registered what was happening before their bodies reacted quickly and they ran after her.

After running for a while, Wang Jiabing finally asked the question on everyone's mind, "Why are we running? Are those people really an illusion?"

Mo Shuwan shook her head. "I'm not sure, but I have a bad feeling." As she spoke, she turned her head and looked behind her. There was nothing behind her except for the extraterrestrial invaders and Chenghua, who were some distance behind.

A group of people, including a group of foreign invaders, ran through the dilapidated palace. They had seen the forest through the cracks in the broken walls, but after running around, they found themselves still in the same palace.

Passing by the same place three times in a row, everyone's hearts sank.

"What exactly is this illusion?!"

The roar did not deter the extraterrestrial invaders who seemed to be being chased from behind. The young man running at the forefront, occasionally exchanging blows with Cheng Hua, paused for a moment, then a faint smile appeared on his lips as he chuckled, "You think this is an illusion? Hahahahahaha."

"Fuck your mother!"

Chenghua thrust his sword forward.

They ran around the dilapidated palace for more than two hours, going in circles the same way. During this time, they tried to break the walls to get out, but whenever they had this thought, they felt as if they were being stared at by indifferent eyes from all directions. That feeling of unease made them hesitate to destroy the walls.

"Hehehe, stay and keep us company."

A seemingly calm voice suddenly reached everyone's ears. The group of extraterrestrial invaders' expressions changed, and they abruptly turned and ran in the opposite direction. The voice followed them like a shadow, and somehow, the patterns on the pillars turned the color of blood.