Chapter 1998 - Unforeseen Event (4)

Chapter 1998: Unforeseen Event (4)

He was trying all he could to stop the door from closing.

“Quickly!” Feng Xun shouted at Feng Wu. He couldn’t hold on for much longer.

“Sure!”

Realizing how serious the situation was, she ran as fast as she could, but the moment before she reached the gate…

Thump!

A giant hand suddenly appeared from outside and charged at Feng Wu.

Shit!

Feng Wu had a very bad feeling, as if the shadow of death had fallen upon her.

“Xiao Wu!”

Feng Xun and Xuan Yi cried out in unison.

They had never sounded so scared.

Feng Wu could see the horror in their eyes. She had calculated her speed and should be in time to pass that door, but at the last moment, that terrifying hand appeared.

She saw Ranmil standing outside the door behind that giant hand. There was a malicious smile on her face.

This was it…

Was this the card she had been hiding?

Boom!

The giant hand hit Feng Wu in the chest!

Crack —

Feng Wu could hear the sound of her ribs breaking.

The moment before the door closed, she threw Qiuling at Feng Xun with all her strength.

She knew that Feng Xun would get her.

Thump!

Thump!

The first thump was from Feng Wu falling back to the ground after the giant hand hit her.

Another thump was the door to the tombs closing.

All sound seemed to disappear at that moment.

The two worlds were separated by the door.

Outside —

Feng Xun caught Qiuling, and the impact pushed him out of the doorway. When he realized what had happened, the door had shut tightly.

“Xiao Wu —”

Feng Xun had never screamed like that before.

He kept pounding the door.

But the door was as hard as wrought iron. No matter how hard he knocked and even when his fists were bleeding, the ancient door still wouldn’t budge.

“Xiao Wu — Xiao Wu —”

Feng Xun was so angry and frustrated that he didn’t know what to do.

His mind went blank. He didn’t know what he should tell Jun Linyuan later…

Meanwhile, Xuan Yi had drawn out his sword.

Whoosh!

His blade glinted.

Poof!

It cut Ranmil’s skin open.

Xuan Yi looked like the god of death himself, and he reminded one of an iceberg that hadn’t melted a bit for 3,000 years.

The blade seemed to freeze the air around him.

Whoosh!

He then made dozens of strikes in a row.

Before Ranmil realized it, she was covered in wounds.

It was obvious that Xuan Yi didn’t want to kill her in one strike, because it would make it too easy for her.

“Ahhh —”

Ranmil was covered in wounds and her white dress had blood all over it.

When she could finally think straight again, she began to run toward the crowd.

By then, they had left the tombs.

Outside, Emperor Wu and Chieftain Senal were drinking together.

Chieftain Senal knew that Ranmil had the map her master gave her, and he was the one who had given her the giant hand.

Therefore, he was sure that Ranmil could find the seed of spirit source.

However —