After easily dealing with several groups of pseudo-god minions, Wang Fan and Lie Yan took a short rest.
The group wiped the blood off their weapons, their faces showing exhaustion from the battle, but their eyes gleamed with excitement.
Lie Yan walked to Wang Fan's side, looked at the dark mist surrounding them, and said, "Brother Wang Fan, our journey has been relatively smooth. We've taken care of several groups of pseudo-gods' henchmen."
"I wonder where Yan Batian and the others are now. According to the plan, they should be drawing most of the attention of the false god and his minions from the front, creating an opportunity for us."
Wang Fan frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, and said, "Yan Batian is arrogant and thinks he is too powerful for his family. He might be charging forward in a big way and has probably already gone quite a distance."
"But this dark abyss is fraught with danger, and his actions will likely cause him a lot of trouble."
Lie Yan snorted coldly and said disdainfully, "Hmph, he's just too arrogant."
"However, if they can successfully attract the attention of the false god, it will be advantageous for us."
"I'm afraid that before he even encounters the false god, he will suffer heavy losses and lose his composure."
Wang Fan patted Lie Yan on the shoulder and said, "No matter what the situation is like on Yan Batian's side, we just need to proceed according to plan."
Lie Yan nodded in agreement and said, "Brother Wang Fan is right."
Then, he turned to face the crowd and shouted, "Brothers, keep going! Stay alert and don't let your guard down!"
The crowd responded in unison, gripping their weapons tightly.
They followed Wang Fan and Lie Yan, cautiously advancing deeper into the Dark Abyss.
Meanwhile, in the core area of the Dark Abyss.
A distorted, black-mist-shrouded false god sat on a throne made of bones.
A henchman covered in spikes and resembling a lizard rushed over.
He knelt on one knee and said respectfully, "My lord, those overconfident fellows have already penetrated into the designated area as we predicted."
The false god slowly curled a cruel, cold smile at the corner of his mouth.
His eyes, which gleamed with cunning, narrowed slightly, and his voice was as sharp and piercing as an owl's: "Hmph, these foolish ants have taken the bait."
"I thought they would be more cautious, but I didn't expect them to fall into our carefully laid trap so easily."
Behind him, a group of monsters of various shapes and sizes let out low growls, seemingly responding to their master's words.
The false god waved his bony hand and continued, "Let those lowly minions wear down their strength first. When they are exhausted and their defenses are down, that will be the best time for us to strike."
"At that time, we will wipe them all out and let the whole continent know that there is only one way out: to oppose the great false god!"
After saying this, he threw his head back and let out a wild laugh that echoed through the dark cave, sending chills down one's spine.
At this moment, Wang Fan and Yan Batian were completely unaware that they had stepped into a trap carefully set by the false god.
They continued to move forward with complete focus.
As they ventured deeper into the dark abyss, the resistance they encountered grew increasingly greater.
On Wang Fan's side, the false god's minions could have been dealt with relatively easily.
Their numbers have increased dramatically, and their strength also seems to have increased.
These henchmen worked together more and more seamlessly, and their attacks became even more ferocious.
Just as one wave is dealt with, a new wave surges in from all directions, seemingly endless.
Wang Fan held a long sword, his body already splattered with the filth and blood of his claws and fangs.
While struggling to defend himself, he shouted to Lie Yan, "Brother Lie Yan, something's not right! These henchmen seem to have been deliberately sent to wear us down."
Lie Yan's expression was solemn as he wielded his long sword with great force.
After slaying several of the attacking minions, he shouted back, "Brother Wang Fan, I noticed it too."
"It seems like someone is deliberately leading us forward, and the enemy is getting stronger and stronger. It might be a trap!" The two exchanged a glance, both seeing vigilance and worry in each other's eyes.
On the other side, Yan Batian's team was also struggling.
Along the way, the traps became increasingly complex, and the monsters' attacks became more cunning and ruthless.
The number of injured members of the Yan family and other forces they followed continued to rise.
After Yan Batian felled a giant pseudo-god's minion, he looked around, panting heavily.
A sense of foreboding washed over him: "What's going on? The obstacles along the way have suddenly become so formidable. Have we fallen into a trap?"
Yan Feng, who was also covered in blood from the fight, was also on the sidelines.
He wiped the blood from his face and said anxiously, "Dad, things are bad! These monsters and traps seem to be aimed at us. Have we been tricked?"
Yan Batian frowned and snorted coldly, "Hmph, they're just some small fry!"
Both teams realized the abnormality of the situation, but by then they had already gone deep into the dark abyss, and retreating was equally dangerous.
After a brief deliberation, Wang Fan and Yan Batian both decided to continue.
The group had come here to fight against the false god's forces and had gone through countless hardships to get here.
If we retreat, all our previous efforts will be in vain.
Wang Fan's gaze was firm as he looked around at his companions, who were also covered in blood but had resolute eyes. He shouted, "Brothers! We've overcome countless obstacles just for this moment!"
"Let's muster our courage and keep moving forward! Victory is just ahead!" Upon hearing this, everyone shouted in unison, their voices filled with a resolute determination.
Yan Batian also roared to his team: "Sons of the Yan family, and brothers!"
"Victory is just ahead! Let those scoundrels hiding in the shadows know that we are not to be trifled with!" A rousing response rang out from the ranks, and morale was reignited in this desperate situation.
However, just as Wang Fan and Yan Batian were leading their respective teams to continue their arduous journey.
In the deepest part of the dark abyss.
The distorted false god stood atop a massive black altar, surrounded by thick black mist.
He slowly raised his bony arm and coldly said to the group of men below, each with a different appearance, "Let's close the net."
At his command, countless even more ferocious monsters instantly surged from every corner of the Dark Abyss.
These monsters exuded an even stronger aura of evil.
They roared and surged wildly towards Wang Fan and Yan Batian's two groups of men.
At first, neither Wang Fan's nor Yan Batian's teams noticed anything unusual.
The Dark Abyss was fraught with danger, and the roars of monsters were incessant, but they regarded them as ordinary threats.
However, as time went on, the roar became clearer and clearer.
It carried a chilling sense of oppression, as if countless giant beasts were rushing in from all directions.
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