They seemed to have woken up from a nightmare, with no idea what was happening.
Xing Kuang also stopped roaring, and his body no longer expanded.
The various elemental forces in his body gradually subsided.
He was breathing heavily and looked at Mou Xuan and Shen Yao with complicated eyes.
"The seal... is lifted?" he muttered to himself, his voice hoarse.
Mou Xuan ignored Xing Kuang and stared at the ground.
He knew this was just the beginning.
Suddenly, a dull rumbling sound came from underground, as if countless tanks started at the same time.
"Oh no! They are coming out!" Chen Yao's face was pale and her voice was trembling.
Mou Xuan took a deep breath and clenched the old M1 Garand rifle in his hand.
He knew that the real battle was about to begin.
“Boom!”
The ground began to shake violently, as if there was an earthquake.
A huge crack slowly opened up under the Governor's Mansion.
The next moment, a dazzling light shot out from the crack.
Immediately afterwards, countless figures emerged like a tide.
That's the Mu Treasure Hunter Warrior!
They were dressed in uniform black uniforms, holding various weapons, and had cold and mechanical eyes.
They are like a well-trained army, silent and efficient.
And in front of these soldiers, a familiar figure slowly walked out.
It’s Wu Yin Yang!
He still had that signature evil smile on his face.
His left eye had turned into a mechanical eye that flashed red light, emitting a chilling aura.
Behind him, a huge ancient tripod from the Shang Dynasty was suspended.
The ancient tripod is bronze in color, with ancient and mysterious patterns engraved on its surface.
Those lines seemed to have life, slowly wriggling.
Mou Xuan's pupils suddenly contracted.
He stared at the inscription on the ancient tripod, feeling as if his heart was being tightly grasped by an invisible hand.
Those inscriptions...he was so familiar with them!
That was his father's research manuscript!
"Mu Xuan, long time no see." Wu Yinyang's voice was playful, like a cat playing with a mouse.
He raised his hand and gently stroked the inscription on the ancient tripod.
"You know what? I have been preparing for this day for a long time."
Wu Yinyang slowly turned his head, his mechanical eyes flashing with a strange light.
"Are you ready for... the real end of the world?"
His voice echoed in the air, carrying with it endless chill.
At this moment, Mou Xuan stretched out his hand as if possessed by a ghost, wanting to touch the inscription on the ancient tripod...
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