Eight Uncles' Beloved Treasure (Lily)

Chapter 317 Wrecking the Ceremony

Pablo’s hand overlapped with Blake’s, and together, they exerted their strength on the spirit nail. To Blake’s surprise, he felt a slight tremor in the nail.

His eyes

widened, realizing that there was more to these matters than what he had researched.

As they continued pulling, both spirit nails began to loosen from their positions.

Meanwhile, inside Olivine Temple, concealed behind the sculpture of Olivine the Great, a man with at sinister expression wore a chilling smile.

“Dudroinia claims that one life is two, two is three, and three is all things…” he sneered.

“But I didn’t expect there to be another spirit nail here.”

A hint of disdain flickered in his eyes.

To him, all those self–righteous notions of good and evil were meaningless. In this world, only those who emerge victorious have the right to dictate terms.

With two spirit nails removed, the man could not help but feel disappointed. However, he knew that it was the only way forward at that moment.

He made a deep cut on his hand and allowed his blood to drip onto the spirit nail. He anxiously awaited the removal of the two outer nails, knowing that once they were pulled out, he could swiftly proceed with the ceremony and achieve his desired outcome.

Just as Lilly and Blake were about to remove the spirit nails,

Pablo sensed that something was amiss. He quickly intervened and called for a halt, realizing that it could not be so straightforward without any obstacles.

He tilted his head upward, witnessing the dark clouds converging in the sky, which sent a shiver down his spine. Pablo said with a grim expression, “There is one more!”

But at that moment, two spirit nails had already been pulled out halfway, and there was no way to stop their removal.

It was clear that the ceremony could not proceed without another person stepping in to pull out the remaining spirit nail.

He gritted his teeth, prepared to tear himself in half to save the situation and secure the well–being of his young apprentice.

At that crucial moment, a small figure rushed in hastily, and it was Grace. She coldly commanded, “Count

to 30 seconds!”

-This time, she was determined to succeed!

With the spirit compass tightly gripped in her hand, Grace made her way swiftly to the back of the Hero’s sculpture, where she finally spotted the third spirit nail.

Simultaneously, another man was standing nearby, his eyes filled with covetousness as he watched Grace.

20 more seconds…

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luxury to ponder the man’s intentions. She mustered her courage and hastily approached the spirit

audacity to pull out the nail right in front

angry and slapped Grace

Grace snorted.

10 more seconds!

counted the remaining time in her heart as she bit the tip of her tongue. She was focusing all her energy

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to deal with as a child, so he was careless, and hurriedly hugged

to be glued to the nail, and with her strength, she

The man was furious

pressed her down. However, Grace resisted his efforts and he could not move

and in a moment of impulsive fury, he thrust a knife

only counted the

5… 4… 3…

left to

could feel her strength

not let people say that she had no skill anymore. She

could not afford

2… 1

felt a sudden surge of strength coursing through her arm. With a cry of

the spirit nails outside the door were

the gravity of the situation, Blake understood that he couldn’t afford to

he could not ignore the possibility that he

to count, while Josh afraid that she might make a mistake, counted

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out the spirit nail. The ceremony was disrupted, causing a drastic change in the expression

sacrificer

ritual was abruptly disrupted, the consequences extended beyond the interruption of the first sacrifice. The individual who oversaw the ritual would also face

a loud crack reverberated through the

lightning struck Olivine

struck the man with astonishing precision, bypassing Grace who was in his grasp. However, the impact of the

lightning as well. Despite being a spirit

aid, enabling

saw her lying in a pool of blood, her face displaying

and Lilly arrived on the scene. They saw Grace, her hair curly and drenched in blood, and

causing his hands

was

and continue working hard, striving

retrieving a talisman from her satchel and gently placing it

breath and mustered the strength to speak, saying, “Get it

Grace’s mouth, “Okay, stop talking!