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The roar was like thunder that ripped through the sky.

The helicopter's rotors traced sharp trails against the backdrop of a sky interwoven with azure and pure white.

Carrying the Wild Wolf Squad and Ye Chu's group, it soared proudly through the vast sky of the Taihang Mountains like a falcon.

Looking down from this altitude of a thousand meters, the majestic and magnificent Taihang Mountains are fully visible.

In the heart of this ancient mountain range lies a vast and boundless lake, named Taihu Lake.

The vast expanse of blue water shimmered in the sunlight, creating a striking contrast with the lush greenery of the surrounding mountains.

It was breathtakingly beautiful, yet beneath it lay a terrifying sixth-tier demon lord.

This is also the direct reason why the otherworldly monsters deep in the Taihang Mountains have never been completely eradicated.

That old demon suddenly descended from the rift more than half a century ago. Legend has it that it has the head of a beast, the body of a snake, the tail of a snake, and four claws on its limbs.

Because it is very similar to dragons in mythology, it was named the Evil Dragon.

That wicked dragon was not only extremely powerful, but also exceptionally cunning.

Once upon a time, a martial arts master from the Dragon Kingdom led five grandmasters to join forces to besiege and suppress them.

As a result, the evil dragon retreated to Taihu Lake.

In the icy lake water thousands of feet deep, the evil dragon was like a tiger with wings, forcing back the Martial Venerable and injuring two Grandmasters of Martial Arts.

"Brother Ye Chu, look."

Zhang Baichuan smiled and pointed to the mountains not far away.

There stood towering wind turbines that seemed to reach into the clouds.

They were densely packed together, stretching as far as the eye could see, and were now gently turning in the wind.

Ye Chu was unaware of what was going on.

But Zhang Baichuan continued to speak with a smile.

"That year, the Martial Venerable was defeated and retreated. The evil dragon took refuge in Taihu Lake, and its power grew day by day. In order to trap it in Taihu Lake..."

"The Dragon Kingdom dispatched tens of thousands of people to survey the terrain of the Taihang Mountains. Using the mountains as a formation and thousands of typhoon-powered wind turbines as nails, they managed to trap that evil dragon and prevent it from causing chaos and harming the innocent lives in Zhenhai City."

Upon hearing this, Huang Baitao picked up the conversation.

"Before that evil dragon was slain by the Dragon-Slaying Nail, it used its own blood to cultivate a huge number of dragon servants every year, and tried every means to send the dragon servants out to capture humans, livestock and other demons for it to devour."

"It even involves a beast tide attacking Zhenhai City every ten years."

"Thanks to that wise man, who used this ingenious method, the evil dragon was finally trapped."

"Not only will it prevent that evil dragon from causing trouble again, but it will also weaken its demonic power day by day."

"Zhenhai City has been able to achieve rapid development over the past decade thanks to the efforts of Zhenhai City."

Zhang Baichuan patted Ye Chu on the shoulder.

"That evil dragon has been suppressed for almost fifty years, and it will probably launch a final counterattack in a few decades."

"At that time, you were in your prime and should have had the opportunity to witness the majesty of that evil dragon firsthand."

"A last-ditch effort?"

Ye Chu became alert. "Weren't they supposed to be trapped? Why can they launch a counterattack even in their dying moments?"

Zhang Baichuan was somewhat puzzled, but seeing Ye Chu's serious expression, he continued to speak.

"No matter what kind of formation it is, it will weaken due to changes in feng shui after a period of 60 years."

"However, there is no need to worry. After that evil dragon escaped the formation, it naturally could not return to Taihu Lake, let alone be suppressed for a full sixty years."

Huang Wentao then interrupted the conversation.

"According to the information, we are heading to a remote village in the Taihang Mountains, which is far away from the formation."

"However, this is a third-tier wooden tiger after all, so we still can't let our guard down."

Compared to Huang Wentao's concerns, Zhang Baichuan and Zhang Kuo both seemed much more excited.

"I've heard that Mu Hu likes to brew wine with monkey heads, and he carries his treasured wine with him wherever he goes."

"Furthermore, I've heard that their Monkey Head Spirit Wine has miraculous effects on bone tempering!"

"Monkey Head Spirit Wine?" Ye Chu was slightly taken aback, and a sense of longing immediately arose in his heart.

The method for brewing this spirit wine is known only to tiger-type demons, and the raw material requires a monkey demon of the same rank three.

Therefore, Monkey Head Spirit Wine is extremely rare, with a single jar costing around 500,000 to 600,000 yuan.

If one could obtain it, it would be of great help in tempering one's bones in the future.

Ye Chu, who wasn't particularly interested to begin with, suddenly clenched his fist inwardly.

Two and a half hours of silence passed, and it was noon.

The Wild Wolf Squad and Ye Chu's group silently entered this ruined land forgotten by time.

The abandoned village has now been gently swallowed up by the weeds of time, which grow wildly and almost touch the knees of several people.

Each step was accompanied by a soft rustling sound, as if nature were whispering to this ancient territory.

As far as the eye can see, there is only a jumbled mess of architectural ruins.

They were once witnesses to life in the past, but now they can only barely outline the contours of the past by being entwined by vines.

All around, strangely shaped giant trees stand tall, their roots intertwined like the veins of the earth, not only locking in the soil but also embracing the entire village.

"It's so quiet..."

Zhang Baichuan was holding the female soldier, who had now transformed into a battle axe, and looked somewhat nervous.

"First, clear away the weeds in the vicinity to keep the view open, and at the same time, increase vigilance."

Huang Wentao glanced at it briefly and immediately realized that this place was not as safe as he had imagined.

"Brother Ye Chu, please keep watch in case of any emergencies."

Upon hearing this, Ye Chu nodded.

Huang Wentao, the soul of this expedition team, is known for his cautious and meticulous approach.

He knew all too well that in this unknown land, the slightest oversight could become a deadly trap.

Ye Chu also understood this principle well.

While clearing weeds and strengthening vigilance may seem tedious and time-consuming, they are actually necessary measures to ensure the safety of the entire team and to ensure steady progress.

So, the team members responded in unison and tacitly assigned tasks, carefully clearing away the weeds while vigilantly looking around to ensure that every inch of land was under their control.

"Captain, we've found the well."

After a long while, Zhang Baichuan spoke in a low voice.

Upon hearing this, the previously silent surroundings seemed to be shaken by an invisible force.

The team members gathered around without prior arrangement, their breathing becoming rapid and heavy.

Then the beams of the flashlights intertwined, illuminating the area around the well as brightly as day, yet unable to penetrate the deep darkness.

This wellhead is completely different from the circular shape that Ye Chu had imagined countless times. It lies here quietly like an ancient work of art, flat on all four sides, with mottled marks left by time carved on the edges, like a huge table of eight immortals.

"Is the wooden tiger down there?"

Ye Chu asked.

Huang Wentao appeared exceptionally cautious.

He slowly crouched down, like a cheetah about to pounce, his ears pressed against the ground, his eyes closed and focused, as if conversing with the earth, trying to catch the faintest signal from the bottom of the well.

Time seemed to freeze at that moment, and the passing of each second made one anxious and impatient.

Finally, Huang Wentao slowly raised his head, his sharp eyes flashing with a complex light.

He took a deep breath, his voice soft yet exceptionally clear.

"have."