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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mustered her courage and hastily approached the spirit nail, hugging it

off guard, astonished by her audacity to pull out the nail right

angry and slapped Grace

Grace snorted.

10 more seconds!

bit the tip

S… 7…

man didn’t expect Grace to be so difficult to deal with as a child, so he was careless, and hurriedly hugged Grace, trying

hand seemed to be glued to the nail, and with her strength, she pulled out half

The man was furious

Grace resisted his efforts and he

man’s face twisted with rage, and in a moment of

the time she

5… 4… 3…

two seconds left to pull the nail,

feel her

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

not afford

2… 1

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

nails outside the door

gravity of the situation, Blake understood

just a child who knew about the spirit nail, he could not ignore the possibility

make a mistake, counted

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their synchronized efforts in pulling out the spirit nail. The ceremony was disrupted, causing a drastic change in the expression of the man with a

fortunes of heaven, people, and the sacrificer themselves, was designed to

interruption of the first sacrifice. The individual who

the tense atmosphere, a loud crack

of lightning struck Olivine

However, the impact of the lightning was so immense that it only made Grace’s hair

spirit from the underworld, even ghosts were scared of lightning and

enabling her to pull out the

he saw her lying in a pool of

They saw Grace, her hair curly and drenched in blood, and they looked at the man who had been charred black by the

causing his hands

his invention was useless in such

had to go back and

retrieving a talisman from her satchel and

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

mouth, “Okay, stop talking!