Great Evolution: I Exclusively Possess Earth's Six Supreme Opportunities

Ghost and his teammates looked at the dozen or so blood-red pills floating in front of them, their Adam's apples bobbing.

The mere aroma emanating from the elixir caused their torn wounds to itch, and a faint energy began to surge again in their dried-up meridians.

"Sir, this..."

The ghost's voice was somewhat hoarse.

He couldn't imagine that the terrifying beast tide, capable of engulfing everything, had actually been transformed into a great medicine in the hands of the master.

"Enough with the nonsense."

Su Bai's voice was flat.

"Eat it, then go to the island."

"yes!"

Without further hesitation, the ghost picked up a pill and swallowed it directly.

The others immediately followed suit.

The pill melted instantly upon entering the mouth, and a vast yet incredibly pure life energy, like gentle magma, flowed throughout the body in an instant.

One of the team members, whose chest armor was dented, felt a surge of heat rush through his chest.

The broken bones in his body began to reconnect and heal at an incredible speed.

Another team member whose arm was poisoned had the black aura at the wound forcibly washed away and purified by that life energy, and returned to normal in just a few seconds.

The physical and mental strength that everyone had exhausted was being replenished at an alarming rate, even more abundant than before the battle.

It took no more than a minute.

This team of 100, which had just been struggling on the brink of death, has now fully recovered to its peak condition.

As they looked at Su Bai's retreating figure, the fervor in their eyes had transformed into an almost divine faith.

"Walk."

Ignoring their reactions, Su Bai took a step forward and appeared outside the speedboat, walking on the calm sea towards the island shrouded in black mist.

Ghost and his group immediately followed, the 101 people moving as if on flat ground, close behind.

The speedboat was left behind, standing like a lonely tombstone in this desolate sea.

The closer you get to the island, the colder the air becomes.

The stench, a mixture of decay and blood, was so strong it was almost impossible to dispel.

The moment their feet touched the island, everyone felt something strange.

The sand beneath my feet wasn't yellow or white, but a deathly gray-black, soft and spongy underfoot, like stepping on thick layers of ashes.

There was no sign of any living creature on the island.

The withered, strange tree stood crookedly, its bark cracked like human faces.

The black fog was everywhere, reducing visibility to just over ten meters.

Divine senses are severely suppressed here; they can only extend a hundred meters before being swallowed up by a cold, sinister force.

"Stay alert, advance in groups of three, taking turns!"

The ghost lowered his voice and gave the order.

The team immediately changed formation, assuming a fighting stance, and slowly advanced deeper into the island.

After walking for about a few hundred meters, some ruins appeared ahead.

They were ruins of buildings constructed from massive black stones, with a rugged and ancient style that did not belong to any civilization known to humankind.

A team member stopped in front of a collapsed stone wall.

"Captain, look at this."

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound.

On the huge black rock, a bizarre pattern was carved with some kind of sharp tool.

It was a serpentine outline.

But it has eight huge, ferocious heads and eight forked tails.

Each snake head is different in shape; some are roaring, some are devouring, and some exude a cold wisdom.

The entire design exudes an indescribable sense of eeriness and chaos.

"What kind of totem is this?"

Someone asked in a low voice.

No one can answer that.

They continued onward, but their mood grew heavier.

Because they discovered that this eight-headed serpent totem was ubiquitous in these ruins.

The same pattern is engraved on broken stone pillars, on broken ground, and even on some stone tools whose purpose is unclear.

It was as if the entire island worshipped this monster.

"This place is like a huge sacrificial site."

The ghost made its judgment.

His words made the surrounding air even colder.

Just then, one of the team members walking at the front suddenly let out a muffled groan.

He covered his forehead, swayed, and knelt down on one knee.

"What's wrong with you?"

His comrades immediately helped him up.

"My head hurts... There's something... trying to crawl into my head..."

The team member said painfully, his eyes beginning to glow an unnatural red.

Ghost's expression changed, and he immediately stepped forward, only to find that a faint black aura was swirling around the team member.

The black aura and the eerie aura emanating from the totem share the same origin!

"Don't touch him!"

The ghost shouted sharply.

Just as he was about to make a move, Su Bai's figure appeared in front of that team member.

Su Bai simply glanced at the team member calmly.

The black aura emanating from the team member vanished instantly, as if encountering ice and snow, a natural enemy.

The red light in the team members' eyes faded, and they gasped for breath, their faces filled with lingering fear.

"gentlemen……"

"The totems here are more than just patterns."

Su Bai's voice rang out as he looked at a relatively well-preserved altar stele not far away.

"It carries part of the will of the owner of this place, and every gaze is a spiritual confrontation."

Those who lack willpower will be enslaved by it and become its puppets.

He paused, then uttered a name that was unfamiliar to everyone present.

"It seems this must be the lair of that Yamata no Orochi."

Yamata no Orochi?

Ghost and the others memorized the name.

Just then, the ghost's gaze was drawn to a metallic reflection in the corner of the altar ruins.

He walked over quickly and brushed aside the pebbles on the ground.

A broken communication artifact, engraved with the dragon shield emblem, appeared in his hand.

"teacher!"

The ghost's voice carried a hint of excitement.

"It belongs to the missing Dragon Shield team! They were here!"

This discovery thrilled everyone.

The team immediately began a thorough search centered on the altar.

Soon, more and more clues were discovered.

A broken standard combat knife, a torn tactical vest, and several scattered special-purpose shell casings.

All the clues pointed to the area behind the altar, to the deeper, darker interior of the island.

The team followed the trail cautiously forward.

They advanced another kilometer or so.

A faint, almost imperceptible sound, like many people chanting softly at the same time, drifted on the wind from the thick fog ahead.

The voice was low and suppressed, the specific words were indistinct, yet it carried a strange, chilling rhythm.

The ghost stopped and listened intently, his expression turning extremely grim.

"gentlemen……"

He turned his head to look at Su Bai, his voice carrying a surprise and doubt that he himself was unaware of.

"Listen to this sound, doesn't it sound a bit like... an ancient sacrificial chant from our Chinese civilization?"