"Heh, heh, heh..." Ghostly Ted's laughter echoed throughout the entire tunnel. "I really do wonder, why are you so foolish to willingly march towards your own death."
Owen Bertram held up the Stone Cone in front of him, the Thousand Doors Eye on his forehead shone with lines of green light, having already located a weak spot in the red Tortoise Shell. "Old man, stop forcing yourself."
"You painstakingly laid out this tomb, your original plan was flawless. Above you is the Demon Wizard Blood Sea, you don't lack for power replenishment, and moreover, this world exists independently of the Eight Desolates. Even if you slept tens of thousands of years, you wouldn't be disturbed and even if someone did disturb, all they would do is add another streak of vital essence for the Demon Wizard Blood Sea. Indeed, you considered all possibilities and compared to other ancient existences, your arrangement is far more ingenious."
