Fang Cheng's gaze roamed over the chaotic crowd, maintaining constant vigilance in his heart.
This treasure hunting operation had been filled with oddities from the start, with many suspicious elements.
Not to mention the terrifying scene of the Golden Benba Bottle emitting lethal rays, devouring living flesh and blood.
Recalling the path to the underground vault, the guards, though well-trained and elite.
The overall attack rhythm and defensive measures felt as if they were deliberately orchestrated.
Neither creating an overwhelming barrage of fire that forces retreat nor appearing too weak, allowing outsiders to easily breach the defenses.
It was as if a script was being followed, allowing this treasure-hunting drama to play out smoothly.
Ultimately, intentionally guiding everyone step by step into this underground vault akin to a "slaughterhouse".
