Chapter 006: The Tomb of the Gods

Nine meteors struck the high-speed water curtain, causing the splashes to bloom with extraordinary beauty!
When all nine meteors hit the water curtain, the high-speed water currents created by Randy were also exhausted.
As the water shadows gradually disappeared, Du Fan and Randy finally revealed their figures.
Randy, who had lost one eye, had veins bulging on his forehead as cold sweat dripped down continuously. His right hand also began to tremble.
Creating such cuts using the Water Domain required an enormous amount of combat energy—clearly, Randy no longer had enough energy to sustain his body. Even if he fought, it would take a long time to restore his energy levels.
At this moment, Count Wade was shocked to discover that he had suffered a defeat like never before. Ulbas was dead, Huamusi was dead, and even the magic core had been taken by Bashah. His son Randy was now blind, and both the Spider People and the Dark Elves had become complete captives of the Bimons. Even if he could control Raymond’s soul, it would likely not withstand the strain from so many powerful enemies. In fact, his own combat energy was also running low.
“Wade, it’s not that I won’t avenge you—it’s just not the right time yet,” Bashah said calmly as he looked at him. Meanwhile, Rob, Moses, Lan Xin’er, Naixiu, and Lawrence, all armed, slowly approached Count Wade’s location.
As for Raymond, he had disappeared somewhere along with Lambowan. Although the soul could be controlled, it only worked within a certain range. If that range was exceeded, even Count Wade would likely be unable to summon Raymond back.
“Clap, clap, clap.”
Sharp applause suddenly rang out eerily on the battlefield. Du Fan clapped his hands with a sly smile, looking at Randy, who was panting heavily, and said calmly, “Today is the day. Randy, you’ve repeatedly stabbed me in the back with your old fox father. Don’t think I’m stupid. Now that Ulbas and Huamusi are dead, I wonder what trouble you can stir with just your two hands.”
“Hmph!” Randy snorted disdainfully at Du Fan. Gradually, elements of water and wind flew toward him from the air, while strands of combat energy miraculously began to regenerate.

Watching Randy’s appearance, Du Fan smiled indifferently. At the same time, he waved his hand to summon star power, which enveloped him, slowly helping to restore his own star energy. The battle situation on both sides became awkward at this point. As the saying goes, a cornered rabbit will bite—Wedd and his son were not righteous people to begin with. If pressed further, they would likely risk self-destruction to sacrifice one or more members of Du Fan’s camp, thinking that losing a few was better than losing all, as they would still gain something in the end. Du Fan understood the principle of not pursuing a defeated enemy, but he had already shown mercy to Count Wedd twice. There would be no third time in his way of handling things. Now everyone realized that if Count Wedd was pushed too far and his mind collapsed, he and his son would surely destroy themselves without Du Fan and the others even having to intervene.

“I want to ask you a question,” Du Fan said seriously, looking at Count Wedd. Seeing no reaction from the latter, he slightly parted his lips and said calmly, “I want to know how you obtained Raymond’s Soul Sealing Scroll. I believe an ordinary messenger like you couldn’t possibly have such a powerful scroll. If I’m not wrong, you must have found it in the Underworld.”

“Hmph!” Count Wedd snorted coldly, staring at Du Fan with utter indifference. Gritting his teeth, he said, “So it’s all about that scroll. Du Fan, think carefully before fighting Fischer. With your strength, not to mention facing the Bimons, your so-called Earth Tigers, and Dwarves, even if you gathered all species from the Underworld, you might not be able to fight against the Archangel Legion composed entirely of gods. Let me tell you—there’s a graveyard in the northwest corner of the Underworld, filled with brutal soul storms and strange natural weather. I was lucky enough to get this life-saving soul, but unexpectedly, your people stole it from me. I must admit, you’re quite impressive. So, what do you plan to do to me? Kill me or beat me—whatever you want.”

“Want to die? I won’t let you.” Du Fan smirked and used soul communication to say to Count Wedd, “If you want to live, you’d better… #￥%…”

Du Fan and Count Wedd communicated through soul links for half an hour. Finally, Du Fan spoke to Count Wedd, “Well? Will you do it or not? If you agree, you’ll still be the messenger of the Underworld.”

“Keep your word?” Count Wade, who was usually extremely arrogant, now looked at Du Fan with great admiration and asked in surprise.
Hearing Count Wade’s question, Du Fan nodded as well. After thinking for a while, he slowly said, “This plan will be carried out later. If we act too early, it won’t benefit either of us. Remember, if the plan is exposed, I’ll make sure your fate is ten times worse than it is now.”
“Alright, I’ll follow your advice,” Count Wade nodded and said self-mockingly, “I thought I was a complete scoundrel, but it turns out you’re even worse than me. I agree to your request. But can you tell me why…”
The rest of his words were naturally conveyed to Du Fan through soul communication. Another half hour passed before the two, now highly satisfied, nodded at each other.
Count Wade also disappeared from the realm of the dwarves along with his son Randy.
Only after Wade and Randy had both vanished did Du Fan and the others realize that Lambowan and Lan Xiner, who had been present the whole time, had disappeared as well.
Although the war was over, the Lambowan and Earth Tiger clans, including Lan Xiner, seemed to have vanished into the underground world—so much so that even the dwarves’ most precise instruments couldn’t detect them.
…
“Bang!” Bashah slammed his hand hard on the coffee table beside him and said angrily, “How could Lambowan run away with his clan at this moment? What an ancient race—they actually tricked us.”
“That’s just how the Earth Tiger clan is. I haven’t heard many legends about them. I’m more familiar with the cunning Dragon Clan. But it’s a pity that the strong members of the Dragon Clan still haven’t lived on the surface. It seems I underestimated them. If that’s the case, maybe we should end our partnership with them.”
“No need to rush,” Du Fan said with a smile, looking at Lawrence. Rubbing the storage ring on his hand, he added thoughtfully, “There are some people whose motives are hard to understand. Some enemies can eventually become friends—they usually don’t hold a grudge against you, only chose the wrong side at first. But some friends can turn into enemies. Your relationship might have been good, but don’t forget—they’ve already sided with someone else.”
“What do you mean?” Lawrence asked, confused by Du Fan’s words.

“It’s fine.” Du Fan looked at Lawrence in front of him, sighed helplessly, and shook his head. Then, turning to the dwarf chief beside him with some confusion, he said, “Chief Lumba, you’ve never been to the northwest part of the underground world, have you?”
“Well…” Hearing about the northwest of the underground world, Lumba’s face turned pale as he gritted his teeth and said, “The northwest corner of the underground world is a deadly place. Our dwarf tribe once went there to mine, but due to the soul storms there, we lost many of our people. Now it’s strictly forbidden for us to go there.”
“I see.” Hearing Lumba’s words, Du Fan nodded subconsciously and began to think.
…
Underground world, northwest.
At that moment, Lambowan and Raymond stood in a wasteland—more precisely, in front of the entrance to a cemetery.
Inside the cemetery, tombstones stood quietly one after another, while silver-colored soul storms raged incessantly. If listened to carefully, it sounded like a woman’s crying. The two of them had only been standing at the entrance for a little over an hour, yet it felt like an entire year had passed. Snow even appeared in the underground world.
Seeing the scene ahead, Lambowan smiled helplessly, turned to Raymond, and asked hesitantly, “Are you sure your body was buried here?”
“Yes, definitely here,” Raymond nodded firmly, then glared at the cemetery and said angrily, “Before my soul was turned into a scroll, my body was locked up in this hellish place. You know, if a god isn’t killed, his soul can still move. Every time my soul tried to escape, it was blocked by these soul storms. It seems that without these storms, my soul wouldn’t have survived even a year.”
“Sigh.” Lambowan looked at Raymond not far away and shook his head helplessly. Then he took out a communication pearl from his storage ring and said slowly, “Du Fan, I’ve arrived at the place that old fox mentioned. What should I do? There are soul storms everywhere outside, and the air here is extremely strange. In just one hour, I’ve seen all four seasons.”
“Hehe.” Du Fan’s lazy voice came through the communication pearl, “Soul storms are meant to deal with souls, but they operate within a spatial range. With your power as a mid-tier god, I don’t think you’ll have much trouble.”

“I understand.” Hearing Du Fan’s words, Lambovan finally stored the communication pearl in the storage medium and stared firmly at the Soul Storm before him.
“Hah!”
Lambovan let out a loud shout as he formed an extremely strange hand seal in the air with both hands. Instantly, all the energy in the air rushed wildly into his body.
At that moment, a golden light burst forth from Lambovan, spreading across the sky above the cemetery. The golden beams acted like bars of a prison; although it only lasted three seconds, the entire cemetery’s space seemed to come to a halt.
Lambovan used his own power to seal off the space of the cemetery.
“Well done!” Raymond clapped Lambovan on the shoulder excitedly, before rushing in frantically to search the next second.
Like Lambovan, Raymond was also a mid-tier god, so he was no stranger to this technique of space sealing. The mana and divine power required for such sealing were enormous, which is why even Raymond didn’t dare neglect it—after all, no one knew what strange chain reactions might arise from sealing off this space.