One person: Starting with the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, his grandmaster uncle emerges from seclusion.

The armor on his shoulder popped open, and a layer of blue energy shield immediately rose up, forcefully withstanding his attack.

"Sister Bao'er! To the left!" Wang Ye shouted.

"Coming!"

Using the Eight Gates Transport technique, Feng Baobao emerged from the black hole on the left side of the robot and slammed down with a shovel.

But just then, the ice mage of the Abyss Squad made his move.

Absolute Zero - Ice Prison!

An extremely cold aura erupted instantly, freezing the air around the spatial black hole from which Feng Baobao had emerged.

When Feng Baobao chopped at the ice, she only managed to leave a white mark!

"Grab the woman with the shovel!" Charlie ordered coldly.

The necromancer immediately opened his spellbook, and a large number of skeletal vengeful spirits exuding death energy crawled out from the ground.

An attempt to limit the movement space of Feng Baobao and Wang Ye by using sheer numbers.

Have you forgotten about me?

Zhuge Qing strolled leisurely through the Qimen Dunjia formation.

"Bathed in Fire and Wind!"

The wind fanned the flames, and a massive fire dragon roared as it swept towards the skeleton soldiers.

But this Abyss Squad is clearly not to be underestimated.

The alchemist, whose body was emanating a poisonous miasma, sneered and pulled out several glass bottles from his robes, smashing them on the ground.

"Corrosive Mist!"

The thick green fog collided with the fire dragon in an instant.

The extremely high concentration of toxic gas actually slowed down the spread of the fire!

This was definitely a high-level game where both sides were evenly matched!

Wang Ye was covered in sweat; the strain from the tortoise-fly body made him breathe rapidly.

He not only had to use the Eight Gates to move and control Feng Baobao, but also had to be constantly on guard against other people's sneak attacks.

Zhuge Qing's magic was being targeted by the opponent, and he was having a very hard time fighting back. His once neat shirt was now torn in several places.

Although Feng Baobao appeared and disappeared unpredictably, she was unable to deliver a fatal blow to these seven top-notch fighters who were well-coordinated and skilled in both offense and defense.

The two sides clashed back and forth amidst the ruins, their air currents surging, locked in a fierce and evenly matched battle!

"These foreign devils... they're really tough to crack!"

Wang Ye wiped away his sweat and gritted his teeth to dodge another ice spike.

Charlie looked at the three men locked in a fierce battle, a cold glint of arrogance flashing in his eyes.

He stood at the back as if strolling leisurely, not even in a hurry to personally join the fight.

As a top hunter, he knew very well that as long as he maintained his formation and exhausted the three Chinese men, victory was only a matter of time.

At this critical moment.

"Shh!"

Wang Ye seized a tiny opening during the opponent's formation shift.

Using the Eight Gates teleportation technique, he instantly appeared in front of Charlie.

The two were less than half a meter apart.

Wang Ye was panting heavily, sweat dripping down his face.

But his face was now etched with deep sarcasm.

"I'm talking to you, Captain."

Wang Ye grinned, and despite his disheveled appearance, he still maintained his close-range, high-damage output:

"This is your so-called Ace Abyss Squad?"

"Seven against three, and after all that fighting, you still can't break through our defenses. What's wrong? Do you guys just pose for pictures and attack when you go out on missions?"

Faced with Wang Ye's mockery.

Charlie elegantly straightened his tattered collar, his gaze still haughty.

"A futile struggle, Chinese sorcerers."

Charlie's voice was steady and cold, exuding an air of absolute confidence.

He just looked at Wang Ye calmly.

"You think you can win by stalling for time here?"

Charlie spread his arms, pointed to the massive and stable phantom of the Sage's Chessboard at his feet, and began his signature show-off:

"As long as this sacred object continues to function, I will always be in charge of the rules here!"

"Your strongest fighter will never get a chance to fight! And you will only be worn down by us, and then crushed like insects!"

Charlie chuckled dismissively and patted the specially designed storage compartment on his chest with a smug look.

"You don't actually think you can break the deadlock by taking the sacred artifact from me, do you?"

"This sacred object is kept close to my body in a specially made spatial compartment, you can't even touch it..."

He was only halfway through his sentence.

Charlie's hand, which was patting his chest, suddenly froze.

The composure and aloofness on his face gradually froze.

Flat.

Deflated.

Empty!

"..."

Charlie's heart skipped a beat.

A look of astonishment and disbelief finally flashed across his lifeless eyes.

He didn't care about maintaining a certain image anymore; he frantically searched his body, turning over every pocket and hidden compartment.

"Fuck! Where's my sacred relic?!"

Charlie's voice cracked, all his previous air of confidence vanished, and he sounded as anxious as a middle-aged man who had lost his wallet.

"Where is that huge sacred relic I kept here?! Where did it go?! Is this some kind of ghost?!"

"Hey."

Just as Charlie was about to strip off his armor on the spot.

A crisp sound came from a broken stone pillar not far away.

Charlie turned his head sharply.

Feng Baobao was squatting on that stone pillar.

In her hand, she held a square object that emitted a faint white light and resembled a Rubik's Cube.

Feng Baobao took the container of the Sage's Chessboard in her hand and first weighed it.

Then it tapped it twice, as if listening to the echo of the material.

At last.

She even held it to her ear and shook it vigorously, trying to hear if there was any sound inside.

"This square thing looks like a glowing coaster."

"..."

The entire venue was deathly silent.

Whether it was the Abyss Squad or Zhang Chulan and the others, they were all dumbfounded.

Charlie stared at the sacred object that Feng Baobao was playing with in her hand, his eyes almost bleeding with rage!

He finally remembered!

Just now, as the woman tumbled and landed from mid-air, she seemed to have inadvertently brushed against his chest!

The speed was too fast, he didn't even notice!

"You...when did you steal it?!"

"steal?"

Feng Baobao tilted her head, her face full of disapproval, and seriously corrected her:

"That's called stealing something that's already been taken advantage of."

"When I was hitting you on the head earlier, I saw this thing in your bag was shiny and thought it might be worth some money, so I just took it out."

She even gave a serious lecture:

"You never zip up your bag when you go out; your awareness of theft prevention is terrible. You need to be more careful next time."

That self-righteous tone, that textbook-level pickpocket logic.

This completely broke Charlie's defenses.

"Give me back the sacred relic!! You shameless thief!!"

Charlie completely broke down.

His face, which had always maintained a cool and aloof demeanor, was now twisted like a demon.

He roared hysterically, his body bursting with violent black light. Like a mad bull, he abandoned Wang Ye and pounced on Feng Baobao like a madman!

"A sacred relic! My sacred relic!!"