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As he asked the question, the dark red mist suddenly trembled slightly.

Um? "

Suddenly sensing a change in the energy flow, Lai Hengli's eyes flashed with golden light, and his spiritual energy pierced out like a sharp sword, reaching for the captured demon soul.

However, he was still a step too slow.

The moment the first half of the sentence was uttered, the light mist began to collapse rapidly. When the soul-searching golden light shone in, only a solid, jelly-like spiritual substance remained, with no trace of its own consciousness left!

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Staring at the trembling spiritual "jelly" in his hand, Lai Hengli remained calm, his thoughts unreadable.

After a long while, until several Black Hawk helicopters landed on the horizon with a buzzing sound, their rapidly spinning rotors stirring up the air currents that ruffled his clothes, he seemed to come back to his senses and let out a long breath.

Watching the rescuers file out of the helicopter, his expression was deep and inscrutable before he turned and disappeared without a trace.

Only a barely perceptible sigh lingered in the air, then vanished in an instant with the wind.

"Secret Realm of Immortality? Hellish Demons?"

Beset by both internal and external troubles, let's look at those insatiable, beastly people at the top of the pyramid. When will they finally succumb to their greed and tear off the mask of this supposedly peaceful world?

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In a large plastic basin, clear water swirls rapidly with white foam. The moving water, mixed with dish soap, wipes away stains and bloodstains, then gathers into a large, dirty water ball, which rolls into the bathroom as if it has a life of its own, jumps into the toilet, and ends its own death.

The various precious metal jewelry pieces that had settled at the bottom of the basin shone with a mesmerizing iridescent light after being cleaned.

"Wow, it looks like a lot, but actually, there's not much of it!"

Zhu Mingyao held the basin and tossed it around as if sifting beans with a winnowing basket, roughly estimating the weight.

These spoils looted from the horrific wax museum were likely stolen goods from victims over the years by the sorcerer brothers. With the passage of time and the victims hard to find, and lacking any moral fastidiousness, he simply took them back to pay for his appearance.

With the opening date of the secret realm approaching, after rescuing the Wen brothers, the group, along with Nick Green who had arrived, had a short get-together before returning to their respective bases in Los Angeles to rest and recuperate in preparation for the exploration.

These past few days, Zhu Mingyao hasn't even left his house, waiting for any further instructions.

"According to Michelle, Madison, that little girl, is having a birthday party soon and sent us an invitation."

Should I pick out a few items as gifts for her? Heh, I'd probably get a fireball thrown at my face, right?

Now that he has a girlfriend, even though Zhu Mingyao is a typical straight man, his mindset has changed somewhat, and he wouldn't do something so stupid.

But since they were all just pretending to be friends, he couldn't just show up empty-handed. After thinking for a while, he took out the giant crimson eye that the sorcerer Born had gouged out of his forehead.

After its owner died, the red eye shrank and hardened, turning into a crystal the size of a walnut.

This strange phenomenon, known as elemental condensation, is essential knowledge for treasure hunters, monster hunters, and other extraordinary individuals in this world.

When a supernatural being reaches a certain level of power, whether human or monster, after death, the energy within their body often gathers in certain organs according to the amount, forming materials with special powers.

For example, after a monk who has cultivated the true teachings of Buddhism and has a certain foundation passes away, even if he has not cultivated relics, he will still leave behind a few pieces of spiritual bone or a crystallized heart or other remains.

Alternatively, after slaying vampires and werewolves, you can usually find canine wolf fangs full of magic.

The Crimson Evil Eye is just like that; it contains a considerable amount of magical power and can be used as a material for making magical artifacts with simple processing.

Zhu Mingyao went into the basement, placed it on the altar, and unleashed a wisp of true fire to melt away the remaining impurities and flesh, intending to refine it slightly and give it as a birthday gift to someone as a favor.

He just didn't seem to realize that in the eyes of a proud young lady, what was the essential difference between the demonic organ dug out of the sorcerer's forehead and the dead jewelry stripped from the victim's body?

Well, if I had to pinpoint the difference, it would probably be the difference between taking a giant fireball to your face and taking an explosive missile to your face...

Fortunately, fate seemed to take pity on this guy's pathetic emotional intelligence, and the timely ringing of his phone pulled him back from the brink of disaster.

"...Understood, I'll wait at home!"

Upon hearing the words, Zhu Mingyao stopped what he was doing, his expression hardened, and he abruptly stood up.

It's finally here! We're leaving tonight!

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"They're here, someone's coming out. Keep a close watch!"

Beside the ring road in the northeast corner of Los Angeles, a large patch of translucent light and shadow trembles slightly on a towering steel power line tower.

In the translucent light and shadow, a Zeiss high-powered telescope with infrared capabilities peeked out, keeping a close eye on several specially made buses driving out of Kate Street.

Beneath the invisibility cloak, the white man, who had been atop the Eiffel Tower for several days, gripped binoculars, scratched his itchy, smelly hair with one hand, and excitedly communicated with his companion while biting the communicator on his collar.

"The Special Investigation Bureau and people from various organizations have come out, and judging by the direction... it's the military airport in the south of the city."

They really were heading to the ancient city of Teotihuacan in Mexico!

The entrance to the secret realm must be there!

At the same time, a kestrel circling overhead flapped its wings and headed toward the hotels that lined the city streets in the distance.

As the bus drove past the intersection, a faint light flickered on a wide-angle mirror, as if a shadowy figure was passing by.

Upon learning of the secret realm, the many extraordinary individuals who had already gathered in the city displayed their unique abilities, trying to follow the official team to find the entrance.

In an instant, countless secret phone calls were made incessantly.

"Quickly! Contact those wealthy and powerful families and have them send private jets so we can head to Mexico too!"

People poured out of hotel suites, villas, apartments, and even dilapidated factories and sewers, heading to the nearest airport.

At that very moment, at the Long Beach pier in western Los Angeles, an inconspicuous old-fashioned yacht quietly anchored, started its journey, and headed west out to sea, facing the setting sun.

"Are you acting like intelligence agents from the Cold War era? Is it really necessary to resort to such petty tricks?"

Zhu Mingyao sat on the sofa in the cabin, looking through the window at the city lights gradually receding into the distance, and asked in confusion.

"Do they really have the audacity to follow us?"

No one would be foolish enough to actually regard the government and various organizations as kind and benevolent people.

Across from him, Cole, a trainee assistant at the Special Investigations Bureau, smiled helplessly, his expression telling a story.

"They are not worth our extra effort on their own."

Henry Lai leaned back on the sofa, flipping through a stack of newspapers that smelled of fresh ink, and casually revealed the reason.

"The wealthy families who hire them to gather information are all from the upper echelons of the Federation. They are all powerful and influential. Even the government can't openly offend them by arresting them. They can just make a show of it and let it go."

Zhu Mingyao understood immediately; the trouble was probably caused by the rumors of the "Fountain of Youth" in the secret realm.

For the wealthy and powerful elites, only treasures that prolong life are worth pursuing.

"What about the other families?" Bai Ziyuan interjected from the side.

"We were originally supposed to set off together, but this time Lady Mary of the Voodoo Cult suddenly joined us. In order to avoid conflicts with the witches, we had to come separately."

As they were talking, the cruise ship docked beside a barren island.

There was nothing else on the island except a solitary lighthouse, its lens missing, the cement coating on the exterior walls cracked and weathered, a dusty gray, clearly abandoned many years ago.

The group stepped into the lighthouse, going uphill and downhill, and walked up the steps into the storage room on the first basement floor. Inside, several guards opened a heavy iron door, revealing a long corridor.

After passing through the passageway, the space suddenly opened up, and a group of people, divided into five or six groups, sat scattered in the spacious underground hall.

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"Brother Zhou and the others haven't arrived yet. You guys rest there for a while. I'm going to take a walk around."

Henry Lai pointed to a row of tables and chairs in the corner, gestured to the two men, and then turned to chat with the leaders of other organizations.

A dozen high-powered explosion-proof lights surrounded the room, illuminating every detail and allowing Zhu Mingyao to clearly see everyone.

Sam and Dean stood beside several old witchers carrying long swords and hunting rifles, exuding a fierce aura, and raised their hands and nodded to him as a greeting.

The bald male sorcerer leading the group from the House of Warlocks leaned on his cane and whispered among himself to the two elder pastors of the Holy Church.

The elderly white man sitting around a huge round table with several agents in black was Davis, the West Coast Special Investigations Bureau branch chief, who was in charge of this secret exploration operation and whom he had met once before.

A middle-aged woman with delicate eyebrows and almond-shaped eyes, still charming and graceful, was chatting and laughing with him.

The woman wore an elegant black veil hat and an old-fashioned handmade suit. On her slender fingers, adorned with expensive lace gloves, she deftly twirled an unlit, brown-red long-stemmed pipe.

Seeing Madison and Zoe, the two young girls, standing obediently by his side, Zhu Mingyao easily guessed the woman's identity.

Fiona, the current Supreme Witch and president of the Sisterhood of Witches, is hailed as the strongest female superhuman in the Federation!

As she smiled charmingly, her eyes glanced at a few black men in a corner, and her expression immediately turned cold.

Faced with her subtle hostility, the middle-aged woman with ebony skin in the corner tilted her head and glanced at her with an even more ruthless look.

Her attire—a high-arched coarse cloth headscarf and a worn gray-black apron—was the complete opposite of Fiona's noble and elegant style. She didn't resemble a powerful, otherworldly sage, but rather a poor, working woman from a Black community.

Only the strange black-purple eyeshadow that shimmered with an eerie light in his eyes and the large and small voodoo dolls hanging from his waist revealed that he was somewhat unusual.

"Is everyone here? Chief Davis, may we begin our journey?"

The Black woman, fiddling with a string of withered, yellow bone beads, asked with a hint of impatience.

Davis, who was interrupted, was not angry. He first nodded apologetically to Fiona, then turned around and smiled.

"Please be patient, Your Excellency Mary, one of our official advisors has not yet arrived."

Hearing what the two were saying, Zhu Mingyao dared not judge a book by its cover and began to pay more attention to the woman.

Despite the unfavorable situation where the witches had opened up official channels, they were able to unite the previously disorganized voodoo cultists in the southern part of the Federation and fight their old rivals with great success, only slightly losing ground over the past few decades.

Lady Mary's skill and strength are not to be underestimated; the title of Voodoo Godmother is truly well-deserved.

Just as he was pondering this, a burst of pure red flames suddenly erupted from an open area of ​​the hall, instantly expanding and transforming into a crimson sun disc over ten feet in diameter, wreathed in flames.

Although the actual temperature around them hadn't increased much, everyone felt a wave of heat through their spiritual senses, and several of the weaker individuals began to retreat to the corner of the wall.

As the sun set, two men and one woman emerged from it.

The man at the head of the group had a dark complexion and a gaunt appearance. Underneath his loose, ochre-colored monk's robe, he stood barefoot on the ground, adopting the demeanor of an ascetic monk.

The other man and woman were much younger than him, and they followed respectfully behind him, clearly his juniors or subordinates.

"It's that old bastard, Venerable Red Sun, and his two disciples!"