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…

1/4

She mustered

her audacity to pull out the

slapped

Grace snorted.

10 more seconds!

her heart as she bit the tip of her tongue. She was focusing all

S… 7…

to deal with as a

glued to the nail, and with her strength,

The man was furious

man was so angry he pressed her down. However, Grace resisted

face twisted with rage, and in a moment of impulsive fury, he thrust a knife into Grace’s

counted the

5… 4… 3…

two seconds left to pull

feel her strength fading

could not give up. She could not let people say that she had no skill anymore. She believed she

not afford

2… 1

coursing through her arm. With a cry of exertion, she mustered

the spirit nails outside the door were also

gravity of the situation, Blake

knew about the spirit nail, he could not ignore the possibility that he might possess a unique

make a mistake, counted alongside her from the sidelines. Together, they

2/4

synchronized efforts in pulling out the spirit nail. The ceremony was disrupted,

sacrificer themselves, was designed to consume all these fortunes,

when the ritual was abruptly disrupted, the consequences extended beyond the interruption of the

atmosphere, a loud crack reverberated through the

lightning struck Olivine

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

a spirit from the underworld, even ghosts were scared of

Grace’s aid, enabling her

he saw her lying in a pool of blood, her face displaying unwavering determination… He already knew who

Grace, her hair curly and drenched in blood, and they looked

chilling sensation, causing his hands and feet

realized that his invention was

to go back and continue working

in front of Grace, retrieving a talisman from her satchel and gently

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

mouth, “Okay, stop talking!