One more catty, one more attribute point-Chapter 654 - 508: Li Hongxiu’s Strategy, Who is the Traitor?_3

Chapter 654: Chapter 508: Li Hongxiu’s Strategy, Who is the Traitor?_3

Even after this guy has embarked on the trial of Blood River, his combat strength is not particularly strong.

Su Heng recalled encountering Ji Zifeng before.

The latter’s strength was even above Kane’s.

Without thinking too deeply.

Looking at the scattered brain matter on the ground, emitting wisps of blue smoke, Su Heng’s brow furrowed slightly.

He dispersed his spiritual power, letting it seep into those remaining brain tissues, extracting the memories of these individuals.

The memories were somewhat scattered; on one hand due to the heavy damage to the brain, and on the other, these people seemed to have undergone some form of enhancement to resist interrogation and Soul Search. However, Su Heng still summarized some interesting points from these memory fragments, “This coordinate, it seems to have been secretly transmitted by a Descender.”

“It seems that not all is harmonious within the group of Descenders; some have already started to plot their escape routes.”

“…Hmm, that’s also normal. After all, one cannot persist indefinitely in a hopeless endeavor. The further one goes down the wrong path, the only thing waiting ahead is deeper despair.”

Many thoughts surged through Su Heng’s mind.

At that moment, several streaks of light crossed the sky, and Li Hongxiu appeared by Su Heng’s side.

She glanced at Su Heng and then at the burning wreckage around and the ghastly dead bodies on the ground, her face showing surprise, “Master, what happened here?”

“It seems these people were summoned by the Descenders; we must be extra cautious in the coming time,” Su Heng relayed his earlier conjectures to Li Hongxiu.

He then inquired, “How is your work progressing?”

“Very smoothly, a bit faster than expected,” Li Hongxiu replied, “There are three barriers in total; one has already been breached, and the second is more than halfway through.”

“At this rate, we may be able to reach the West Continent in as little as two more months,” Li Hongxiu estimated.

“Not bad…” Su Heng nodded.

However, he was now somewhat unsure what exactly was going on with the Descenders; if he could create some chaos, that would be preferable.

A contemplative expression appeared on Li Hongxiu’s face, as if she could guess Su Heng’s thoughts, “Since there are traitors among them, perhaps we could secretly give them a push from behind.”

“Let’s hear it.”

Li Hongxiu looked up and said, “Although the barriers to the Mythical Battlefield have not been fully breached, we could take advantage of several relatively weak spots to transport these corpses there. The Descenders are sure to be aware of their origin, and if they are clever enough, they could further deduce that someone has leaked the coordinates of the hiding place.”

“Once the seeds of doubt are sown, there will inevitably be chaos within their ranks, which may bring us unexpected gains.”

Swallowing saliva, Li Hongxiu smiled, “Of course… even if it’s not successful, it won’t delay our plans.”

After thinking it through, Su Heng clapped his hands, “A good idea.”

The corpses of these warriors were of no use to him; if they could be put to use, that would be best.

But before doing this, Su Heng asked Li Hongxiu to retrieve the Scepter.

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Several days later, on the West Continent.

At twilight, within the Monastery under the red light.

Indra knelt before the massive statue of the Saint, silently reciting scriptures from ancient times.

Even the verses he used to love most failed to help him maintain calm for some reason, and a persistent melancholy filled his heart. He opened his eyes, stood up, and paced back and forth a few steps in the empty hall, his footsteps echoing in the elaborate corridors.

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Though he was walking on solid flooring.

But Indra felt like he was walking a tightrope on a cliffside.

A heavy sensation made it difficult for him to catch his breath, accompanied by an enveloping sense of immense unease.

Bang bang bang!

The urgent, heavy knocking sound came.

Indra suppressed the uneasiness in his heart, restoring his expressionless face.

He pulled open the doors of the Monastery, and in the red glow outside, stood a tall young man with emerald hair.

His ears were sharp, somewhat resembling the elves from mythological stories; this person was his brother Vayu, who played the role of messenger among the Descenders.

He was also one of the Great Clan Chief’s most trusted few.

“The Great Clan Chief has matters to discuss and requests your company, big brother,” Vayu, who used to have a great relationship with Indra, now had a cold expression on his face.

Indra’s sense of unease grew stronger, and he even felt bouts of faint dizziness.

But he still mustered a smile, his voice weak as he queried, “Wasn’t the Great Clan Chief maintaining the Obelisk? I wonder what happened.”

“You will understand once you come with me.” Having said this, Vayu turned and walked ahead, leaving behind a wide back for him to follow.

Indra’s gaze lingered on the nape of Vayu’s neck.

For a moment, the terrible thought of killing his brother and then running away arose in his heart.

But in the end, he gave it up.

On one hand, the Great Elder was inscrutable. He knew that if his actions were exposed, there was no possibility for him to escape successfully. On the other hand, he was also afraid of implicating Agni. Agni, if things indeed reached the worst case scenario, he still had some preparations here that could at least protect his sister.

Thinking of Agni’s smiling face, the warmth of her embrace… Indra suddenly felt the anxiety in his heart vanish.

A tremendous courage, indescribable, surged within him.

Without any further hesitation, he followed Vayu with long strides, bordered by undulating mountains and a jungle spreading out like a tide. As the sun gradually set, the last ray of red light was devoured by the vast darkness. The sky had neither stars nor moon to be seen, only the faint glow of fireflies scattered across the grass, crunching underfoot on the muddy ground.

Upon leaving the Monastery, a rapid stream glowing faintly lay ahead.

As he was about to cross the stream, Vayu suddenly paused.

It seemed he had received some message, the tips of his green hair faintly glowing, a sign of spiritual power being swiftly exchanged.

After a moment of silence.

Vayu turned around, his face showing a mix of apology and enthusiasm.

He grabbed Indra’s wrist, saying, “I’m sorry, big brother. The truth has come to light; it was my fault, I even suspected you were a traitor. I deserve to die.”

Indra’s heart shuddered, and in an instant, it felt as though all that was good shattered like a broken mirror.

Breaking apart piece by piece.

He took a step back, his face showing a look of horror.

“Big brother?” Vayu was filled with confusion, not understanding why this was happening.

Indra paced back and forth with heavy breaths, slowly quelling the rising fear in his heart. “What exactly happened?”

“The Great Elder found several sets of armor from the legion’s era by the seaside, and he suspects someone has leaked our coordinates to those damned traitors.” Vayu patted Indra’s shoulder, saying, “But big brother, don’t panic, the traitor has been caught by us.”

“Is that so?”

Indra’s face squeezed out a twisted smile as he asked with the last shred of hope: “Who is the traitor?”

“Agni!” Vayu’s face showed an expression of hatred, “I never thought she would do such a thing. Luckily, we discovered it in time. She cannot be allowed to die an easy death!”