He didn't care about anything else and immediately mobilized his time ability to escape from this hellish place.
However, he was horrified to find that his time ability was out of control!
A powerful force, like shackles, bound him firmly in place.
"Don't waste your energy. Your time ability can't open the cauldron." Wu Yinyang smiled strangely and approached Mou Xuan step by step.
At the moment of life and death crisis, Mou Xuan felt a burning sensation in his palms.
He suddenly raised his hand, and saw golden lines appearing on the palm of his hand, interweaving with the time power to form a profound and mysterious pattern.
At the same time, from deep within the ancient cauldron, there came an energy fluctuation like a baby crying.
This voice is tender and pure, yet it contains a heart-pounding power.
Chen Yao's situation is not optimistic either.
Ancient Yin and Shang characters - "destiny" - began to appear at the location of the crystal core implant in her left hand.
Those two words seemed to be branded into her flesh and blood, emitting an eerie glow.
"Fate..." Chen Yao murmured to herself.
At this moment, fine cracks suddenly appeared on the body of the ancient tripod.
From the cracks, streams of black liquid gushed out, like sticky ink, emitting a disgusting smell.
These black liquids slowly condensed in the air and eventually turned into twelve tall bronze puppets.
These puppets have various shapes, including warriors holding swords, generals wearing armor, and hideous monsters. Each one exudes a strong sense of oppression.
When Wu Yinyang saw this scene, a hint of enthusiasm flashed in his eyes: "Success, finally success! The great Shang Dynasty will come again!"
Mou Xuan looked at the twelve bronze puppets, feeling uneasy.
This is definitely not a good sign!
He vaguely felt that a huge conspiracy was approaching him.
How many secrets are hidden in the laboratory left by my father?
What is the Governor's Office plotting?
The situation was completely beyond his control.
"What should I do next?" Chen Yao collapsed to the ground powerlessly. The mark of the ancient Shang Dynasty text was like a curse, deeply imprinted on her body.
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