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Heavy and chaotic footsteps echoed in the dark passage, and Aaron and his group were still moving forward in the sewer.

The deeper you go, the more cool and cold you feel.

"It's right here." Siosande played with Tion's bronze card, took a look at the surrounding terrain, and said, "It should be almost here."

His tracking spell has a certain distance limit, unlike Sartre who can ignore distance. This is why he has to enter the sewer.

Moreover, since the other party was still a fallen person of the silver-level gold coin system, Sartre did not dare to hold another ceremony to learn about his movements, so he could only complete the marking and tracking tasks.

No matter how proficient Sartre is in rituals, he is still only a Bronze-level person. It is extremely difficult to escape from the Silver-level counterattack. How can he dare to hold a ceremony again?

The last time it was an encounter at best, both sides were caught off guard, allowing Sartre to take advantage.

This time, that may not be possible.

Lord Bars glanced at the cracked text on the wall beside him and said: "This is probably the west of Leiden City, close to the filtering layer."

"Filter layer?"

"Leyden City's sewers are divided into three layers. The third layer is the filter layer. It is specially used to filter some large debris to prevent these things from blocking the water outlet."

Although the Lord of Bars City did not say it clearly, everyone knew that these so-called large debris were probably corpses, and even the filter layer was deliberately set up for this purpose when it was originally designed.

In Leiden City, even the city defense team is ordinary people, and its order mostly relies on personal force and explicit laws.

Peace and security are only relative concepts in Layden City.

However, under the prestige of Iron-Armed Baals, few people dare to let go and cause a big mess.

Barrs has always remained silent or acquiesced in the few murders or homicides a month.

"There used to be a cult atmosphere here, and it seems that people often come and go from here." Siosande murmured to himself, looking around, "It seems that there is more than one cultist?"

His soul could easily feel the aura of evil surrounding him.

The subtle thing is that there is more than one breath.

"More than one?" Aaron was stunned.

But Siosande didn't reply to him, he just snapped his fingers, and the card in his hand flew out of the air, floated quietly in front of everyone, and then disintegrated inch by inch.

Countless darkness surged out again, suppressing the torches in everyone's hands.

Facing the familiar scene, Aaron couldn't help but frown and recalled his previous experience again.

However, the next second, he saw Siosande take a deep breath, and the vast darkness seemed to be pulled into his body by some force.

Many mysterious runes appeared on the surface of the simple linen robe, which were shattered and reborn in the collision.

At this moment, the inconspicuous tower-shaped rune burst out with a silver-white light, so bright that it wiped away the darkness in the sewer, making it as bright as day.

Aaron only felt that there was an inexplicable wave spreading rapidly, spreading in a certain direction like something spiritual.

He just looked at the runes on the linen robe for a few seconds before his eyes hurt unbearably and he had to look away.

"What is that?" He gently bumped into Sartre beside him and whispered.

"Spiritual tracking is to rely on intuition and instinct to guess the opponent's position. It is considered a specialty of prophets." Sartre also responded in a low voice with stars in his eyes, "Prophets are different from us. They believe that abandoning the body will make the soul sharper. Able to see more things that are usually invisible, the body is just a container to maintain the soul.”

Aaron's heart moved, and he suddenly thought of the voice he heard before. He hesitated and said, "You mean, the soul can see more?"

"That's almost the meaning, but without the protection and training of the extraordinary breath, our souls will only dissipate quickly after leaving the body. Only prophets and a few people can achieve soul separation."

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Aaron lowered his head to hide the shock on his face.

If this is the case, did the conversation between old Albert and his predecessor really happen?

Or is this in itself a hint?

Before he could finish his thoughts, he heard Siosande let out a long breath.

The silver light dimmed quickly, the runes on the linen robe disappeared one after another, and the deep darkness emerged from his mouth, and finally condensed into a bronze card again.

"We found him, he's still under our feet." Siosande said calmly, but the fatigue in his words was obvious.

Lord Bars frowned, "Still at your feet?"

"Yes, he is still under his feet. I can sense his presence." Siosande stared down at the dirty and solid stone bricks under his feet. His eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the many constraints and see the cultist directly.

"However, there should be no way further down." Lord Bars said, "I participated in the renovation plan of Leyden City's sewer back then, so there is no space under the filter layer."

"So, that's why there was that devil spider?" Alice was very worried about that devil spider.

Sartre frowned, "Maybe it was dug out by cultists?"

After all, the city defense team had not even cleaned the first layer of the sewer, so how could they go down to the filter layer to check?

Theoretically, as long as they don't make any big noise and ensure that the excavated underground space will not collapse, almost no one will know.

"If this is the case, then this may be the hiding place of the cultists in Leiden City." Bals said with a sullen face, "In this case, we may have to leave."

Aaron pretended to be in a daze and stared at Bars, "Go back?"

"Go back," Balth nodded. "If Master Siosande did not make a mistake, then there may be many cultists hiding in this hiding place..."

He looked at Aaron and Sartre, with hesitation in his eyes.

As a gold-level person, and in a narrow space like the sewer, Iron-Armed Balth would definitely not be afraid, and would even be eager to fight in such an environment.

But the problem is, he is not alone. There are Aaron, Sartre, and even Alice in the team.

Facing a silver-level fallen person is fine, but if you face multiple levels of enemies, if you really fight, the variables will be huge.

Even as a gold-level transcendent, Bals did not have the confidence to challenge multiple cultists at once.

However, it seemed that the cultist didn't give them many choices.

In a daze, Aaron seemed to hear a high-pitched cry from beneath his feet.

There was obviously no wind, but their torches were shaking violently, and an inexplicable coldness surged from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads, so cold that Aaron couldn't help but shiver.

He turned around and looked at the feeling, and couldn't help but be stunned.

In the thick darkness, there was a figure.

A dazzling black figure.

At this moment, a hoarse and dry voice echoed in the sewers, "Lord Bals, you have indeed kept your promise."