"The Underground Palace, we've found it..."
Old Black Dog scrutinized the map, about to study it, when suddenly the map burst into flames: "The map!!"
"Impossible, why did this happen?"
Daoist Lin tried to take the map from Old Black Dog, but as soon as he touched it, it turned to ash, leaving him no chance to extinguish it: "This map is a treasure from the Underworld, nothing should be able to destroy it!"
"Snap!"
"Snap!"
"Snap!"
Slow and clear clapping sounds came from afar. The group had just looked up when, in the next moment, they found themselves in the middle of the palace's outer square at the entrance.
At the same time, ranks of terracotta soldiers, like a dark flood, poured in from all sides.
"Huh!"
Their movements were synchronized. Thousands of cold spear tips pointed at the less than 20 tomb raiders remaining.
If they had been born in modern times, they would definitely have encountered such scenes in movies.
