"Run! It's a trap!"
The Steward closest to the Silver Pearl's pupils shrank sharply, and he screamed himself hoarse as he suddenly blasted backward.
The formation exploded apart in an instant. The Stewards and Executors rapidly fell back, scattering in all directions to evade, their eyes warily locked on the silver sphere in the center, as if terrified it would explode in the next second and deal catastrophic losses to the team.
However, the roar they were expecting never came. The Silver Pearl lay quietly among the fallen leaves, without the slightest movement, so still it was eerie.
Just as everyone was hesitating in shock and doubt, in the shadows deep within the dense forest, a cruel, vicious grin hooked up on Jia Meishu's face. He gently placed his palm on Ye Mingqiu's shoulder beside him and whispered, "Time to go."
"Yeah."
Ye Mingqiu replied in a low voice, a concealed mask on his face, and beneath the mask a pair of special goggles.
