Heroes' Prison-Chapter 1182 - 1121: Heart of the Half-Beast Race

As soon as the Heavenly Curtain Barrier extinguished, they instantly realized something was wrong with the Magic Tower and hurried over here, only to see a ground full of corpses and an extinguished Magic Furnace, nothing else.

"Damn it! Who is it? Who poisoned and killed people in our Holy City, who stole our God Crystal Stone?!" High Priest Li Ge roared through gritted teeth, clenching his hands so tightly that his long fingernails dug into his flesh.

"Dare to steal our God Crystal Stone, they’re courting death!" The Barbarian Saint stared coldly at the empty tray, sneering, "That God Crystal Stone was condensed from the Divine Power of our Race’s Ancient demigod powerhouse—Silver Emperor, Yin Tian, containing Yin Tian’s aura. I’ll personally go to the Holy Mountain, activate the Heart of the Race, track that aura, find out where that person is, and you will kill him."

"Alright! I want to see who is so bold! I will greet him well!" High Priest Li Ge said sinisterly, his face wrinkling into a sinister, wicked smile, terrifying like an old witch.

Subsequently, the Barbarian Saint left the Magic Tower.

He swiftly ascended the Holy Mountain and entered the solemn temple inside.

At this moment, the temple was empty, with candles lit on both sides, their flames flickering uneasily, as if sensing the uncertain future of the Half-Beastmen Clan.

After arriving here, the Barbarian Saint’s mood settled a bit, he took a deep breath and walked along the central axis of the temple floor all the way to the end.

Then, he opened his mouth and softly recited a Spell, the mysterious melody echoed in the ancient temple, resonating across historical space and time with the ancestors of the Half-Beastmen.

When the Spell was finished, the wall at the end of the temple opened with a "boom," revealing a secret chamber inside.

The secret chamber was dim and exuded a decaying smell.

In the center of the chamber, a bizarre heart was floating.

The heart was fist-sized, similar in size to a normal human heart, with a golden-yellow flesh, sacred and pure.

That heart was alive, constantly expanding and contracting, rhythmically beating, making a "thump thump" sound, causing anyone who heard it to have their own heart beat in sync with it. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

However, on that heart, there was conspicuous black Demonic Blood, which awkwardly fused with the heart, making it seem like a defiled sacred relic.

The Barbarian Saint looked at that heart, a faint daze in his eyes. He suddenly recalled those past years, this heart had been passed down from the era of the ancient ancestors to the present, always sacredly golden with no trace of Demonic Blood, seemingly its most beautiful and sacred time, perfect like a piece of art.

But now, this heart was stained with black Demonic Blood, looking not as beautiful.

The catastrophe of the Half-Beastmen today also started because of this.

For a moment, he suddenly regretted his decision to ally with the Demon Clan. But soon, he discarded this strange thought. The power of the Demon Clan is insurmountable, The Second World will inevitably be destroyed, and siding with the Demon Clan secures a promising future for the Half-Beastmen. Future generations will sing his praises.

The Barbarian Saint smoothed the wrinkles on his garment, tidied up his appearance, then took a deep breath and walked solemnly into the secret chamber.

He approached the heart step by step, stopped, and slowly extended his hand, carefully holding the heart.

Instantly, his hand felt a powerful beat, and his fingers opened and closed in rhythm with the heart.

In a flash, an ancient barbaric aura surged from the heart, penetrating into the Barbarian Saint!

His aura terrifyingly soared, the ocean-like strength frenetically coursed through his body, his robe fluttered up and down, releasing a vast aura.

His soul seemed intimidated by the power of this heart, becoming exceedingly devout. He opened his mouth, solemnly uttering, "Heart of the Race, grant me strength! Blood tracking, no concealment! Ancestor Yin Tian, condense the God Crystal, reveal at once!"

As the words fell, a drop of golden-yellow blood suddenly dripped from that bizarre heart!

"Pah~" This drop of blood hit the ground with a crisp sound, then swiftly infiltrated the ground.

At the same time, a tracking energy also penetrated the ground along with this drop of blood, rapidly spreading through the ground, spreading across the entire Half-Beast Holy Land, frantically searching for the aura of the Half-Beast Ancient demigod powerhouse [Yin Tian].

In the Holy City below the Holy Mountain, High Priest Li Ge stood on top of the Magic Tower, leaning on the crystal staff, overlooking the entire Holy City, his sinister gaze sweeping back and forth, attentively observing the surroundings.

Just then, in an eastern district of the Holy City, an abrupt red light shot into the sky from a secluded alley, conspicuous like a lighthouse, marking the location.

"Hmph! So you’re there!" High Priest Li Ge coldly sneered, his body transforming into a ray of light, rushing towards that location.

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In a secluded alley of the eastern district of the Holy City, Huang Yi was hiding in a corner, holding the Wrath of the Godslayer, preparing to join the battle with his incarnation after leading the army into the city.

But suddenly, a very weak energy pulsed through the ground beneath his feet. Immediately after, his hand and the Wrath of the Godslayer suddenly burst into dazzling red light, shooting up to the sky, conspicuously marking his position!

Huang Yi was initially stunned, but quickly realized he had been tracked!

When he was level 115, he had learned a Passive Skill called [Anti Surveillance], which could prevent him from being tracked by others.

But now, his Anti Surveillance Passive Skill didn’t work!

He looked down at his glowing red hand and the Wrath of the Godslayer, immediately understanding!

The problem likely stemmed from that God Crystal Stone. The God Crystal Stone might have some kind of aura, and both his hand and the Wrath of the Godslayer had touched it. It’s likely the high-ranking members of the Half-Beastmen used some method to track the residual aura of the God Crystal Stone, indirectly exposing his position.

The Half-Beastmen are inherently skilled at tracking, and Half-Beast Players have a racial skill that’s a Tracking Skill. As senior members of the Half-Beastmen Clan, there would undoubtedly be more advanced tracking methods.

His position had already been exposed, and the next moment, experts would surely come to hunt him down!

In almost an instant, he activated the ability of the Fake Hat, quickly disguising himself as a Naga.

The Wrath of the Godslayer in his hand was also disguised as a common harpoon weapon of the Naga Tribe.

Currently, he was still essentially in Half-Beastman form, but his appearance and aura were that of a Naga.

"Did you think hiding here would let you evade our pursuit?" At this moment, a cold voice sounded leisurely.

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