“This is Rotten Frog Liquid. If I hadn't severed your hand, you would have ended up as a pile of bones by now," said Blake solemnly.
Although the Henckle family disciple had lost a hand, he understood that if he did not sever it, he would die.
“Thank you, Mr. Henckle!” said the disciple through gritted teeth as he endured the searing pain.
“Don't touch the things here so easily, including that stone wall! We don't know if it conceals any traps. Stay on your guard at all times!” reminded
Blake as he frowned.
“Did everyone hear what Mr. Henckle said?” Warren bellowed at everyone.
“Yes, we did!” The crowd nodded.
After this incident, everyone, including Warren and the rest, was looking at Blake in a different light.
After all, they had witnessed firsthand just how powerful this ancient tomb was.
Although they did not know what the Rotten Frog Liquid that Blake was talking about was, it seemed horrifying.
“Back off. There's probably a stone door here. It's not the end.”
When everyone heard Blake saying that, they quickly retreated backward. Even Warren took a few steps back.
Looking at the three orbs in the statue's eyes that glowed with a greenish light, Blake took a deep breath and stretched his arms out slowly. Martial energy surged out from his palms and sucked the three orbs out of the statue.
After leaving the statue, the orbs slowly turned into liquid and dripped on the floor. Soon, the iolite on the ground was eroded.
Gazing at the statue’s four empty eyes, Blake extended his arms and grabbed the four holes. Then, he twisted them to the side. To everyone's surprise, the two statues moved.
Creak... Creak...
The stone walls scraped against each other. The wall in front of them slowly opened, revealing two tunnels.
“So, there’s actually a switch here. Mr. Henckle is impressive indeed! As expected of a tomb-explorer family.”
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