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

was caught off guard, astonished by her audacity to

slapped Grace on the

Grace snorted.

10 more seconds!

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

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to deal with as a child, so he

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

man was

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

face twisted with rage, and in a moment of impulsive fury, he thrust a knife

only counted the time she have left.

5… 4… 3…

two seconds left to pull the nail,

feel her strength fading away.

people say that she had no skill

could not afford to lose

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

nails outside the door

understood that

could not ignore the possibility that he

she might make a mistake, counted alongside her from the sidelines. Together, they kept track of the

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nail. The ceremony was disrupted, causing a drastic

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

the interruption of the first sacrifice.

loud crack reverberated through the air.

of lightning

grasp. However, the impact of the lightning was so

as well. Despite being a spirit from the underworld, even

with one half coming to Grace’s aid, enabling her to pull out

gaze fixed on Grace as he saw her lying in a pool of blood, her face displaying unwavering determination… He already knew who she was.

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

sensation, causing his

invention was useless in such crucial moments.

back and continue working

Lilly knelt in front of Grace, retrieving a talisman from her satchel

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

Grace’s mouth, “Okay,