The darkness in front of him felt like an unknown monster was waiting for its prey with its mouth wide open.
He knew that he would fall deeper into the darkness if he kept going. But when he heard the rumbling noise behind him, he had no other choice but to keep running.
His speed was very fast, like a flash of light, flitting past.
Along the way, just like what the scouting puppet had seen, they did not encounter any obstacles. The underground tunnel was empty and dry, and the only sounds that could be heard were the rumbling in the distance that was getting closer and closer, as well as the sound of footsteps beneath their feet.
Finally, Angor reached the core of Rasudran, which was right below the Void Tower.
The narrow tunnel suddenly widened, as if he had just left Gulliver's Lilliput and arrived at the Giant's World.
It didn't take long for him to see the end of the tower.
Previously, according to the feedback from the scouting puppet, there was a huge metal door here. It was true. However, when he arrived at the door, he realized that it was much bigger and more intricate than he expected.
Using the light from the fluorite, Angor saw that the door was made entirely out of Mithril from Abyss.
Mithril was a high-tier material produced from the Abyss. Even a small gram of it would be highly sought after in auctions in the wizarding world. But this door was made out of Mithril! In terms of size, the door was at least a ton!
Even Angor couldn't help but feel his heart racing at the sight of such a huge pile of Mithril.
However, he knew that he couldn't afford to think about it in this dangerous situation. He suppressed the greed in his mind and continued observing the door.
Under the light of the fluorite, the door reflected a dark golden light unique to Mithril from Abyss.
He finally noticed something strange about the door. Earlier, the front of the door looked like a solid piece of wood. But when he got closer, he noticed that there were tiny dents on the surface of the door. These dents formed a series of runes that formed a pattern on the door.
It looked like a mural that was telling a strange story. Angor couldn't understand the story, but he could tell that the pattern contained elements such as "code of laws", "punishment", and "demons".
Apart from that, he also sensed that the pattern was similar to the one he saw earlier, which meant it must be an inscription as well.
However, he didn't sense any energy ripples from it, which meant it had lost its effect.
Normally, he would try to figure out a way to study the rune. But now was not the right time and place, so he could not bring himself to do so.
His only thought right now was to find a way to get out and survive.
The rumbling noise in the tunnel didn't stop. In fact, it seemed to be spreading faster than before. Based on the distance he heard, the entrance he was at before was probably already in ruins.
It wouldn't be long before the noise reached this place.
Time was of the essence. He looked back at the door and exhaled deeply.
There was no other way, so he decided to open the door.
He reached out his hand and placed it on the door. The Abyss Secret Gold under his palm emitted an icy chill that seeped into his bones.
Blue veins bulged on his arm. He used all his strength to push the door inwards … but it didn't budge.
Angor hesitated for a second time before he tried again. This time, he didn't just use all his strength. He also created three Hands of Spell and tried to push the door at the same time.
The result of the second attempt was still a failure.
The door did not budge. Angor began to wonder if the door was pulled open instead of pushed. He tried to pull the door toward him, but it still didn't work.
He tried several times and tried everything he could think of. Still, nothing worked.
If the door moved a little, Angor would get some information. But the door didn't budge at all. It was as steady as a mountain.
"It's not a push or a pull … Maybe it's a knock?" Angor recalled some fantasy stories he read about something like this: When you tried everything to open a door but failed, you might as well try knocking on it.
However, if the door actually opened after he "knocked" on the door, he would probably be scared out of his wits. Someone who could open the door from the inside wasn't someone he could afford to offend.
The rumbling in the tunnel was getting closer, and the ground was shaking. Angor hesitated for a moment and knocked on the door.
Someone knocked on the door. Angor cast a defensive spell on himself while waiting anxiously.
Still, the door didn't budge.
Angor didn't know if he should feel relieved or regretful. At the very least, it meant that there was no one behind the door.
The rumbling kept getting closer and closer. Angor really didn't know what to do now. He tried everything he could think of to open the door, but nothing worked. He even tried to turn his spirit power into a thin thread and tried to sneak through the door, but he still couldn't.
"Maybe the" lock "isn't on my side, but on the other side of the door?" Angor could only think of this possibility.
The rumbling noises were almost deafening. Inside the pitch-black tunnel, he could already see dust flying in the air.
The collapse was coming.
The terrifying noise sounded like the footsteps of the Grim Reaper. When the noise reached his ears, it would be time for the Grim Reaper to reap the harvest.
In this moment of life and death, Angor tried to enter the state of absolute rationality again. He wanted to analyze the information he had and see if he could find a way out.
The dust from the tunnel didn't affect him at all. Instead, he calmly looked at the door in front of him.
When he was looking for the "door opening mechanism" earlier, he checked every part of the door from top to bottom. He didn't find anything strange. The only thing that made him feel strange was the rune pattern at the center of the door.
Angor didn't know much about runes, so he didn't know what the pattern meant.
He could only guess that the pattern was the key to the door. Only by activating the rune could the door open.
But the rune on the door didn't work, so it couldn't be activated at all.
Angor decided to use his mana to draw the pattern like a magic array and see if he could find a way to activate it.
Some stones had already rolled to the door.
Angor ignored them. He reached out a finger and gathered mana on his fingertip. Then, he slowly infused the mana into the pattern on the door.
The pattern on the door flickered, and Angor's vision suddenly went dark.
In the next second, he saw an eye opening in the darkness and looking at him.
What kind of eye was that? Angor couldn't even describe it. It was as if the eye had seen through everything in the world and was full of wisdom. But at the same time, it couldn't hide the evil and bloodthirsty nature behind that wisdom.
Angor couldn't move while being stared at by the eye. Also, he felt like he was being seen through from head to toe.
Whether it was the physical body or the soul, everything was completely naked under the gaze of this eye.
Angor suddenly felt a familiar itch on his shoulder. As the itch appeared, the feeling of being seen through slowly disappeared. It was as if there was a layer of mist in front of him. Not only could the eye not see him, but he also couldn't see the eye behind the mist.
Angor missed the flash of surprise on the eye's face.
The darkness faded away, and so did the eye. Once again, Angor could see the light of the fluorite again.
Angor didn't know how long he stayed in the darkness. When he came back to his senses, he was surprised to find that the rumbling noise had disappeared. The world returned to silence.
Angor looked at his unharmed hands and the door in front of him.
The door was still closed, but he wasn't hurt. What the hell?
He looked back and saw the ground covered with broken stones. There were also cracks on the walls and ceiling. Fortunately, the place didn't collapse.
He walked toward the tunnel for a while and soon saw a thick pile of broken stones. He couldn't go any further.
Angor estimated the distance and successfully found the coordinates using the sand table in his mind. The collapsed tunnel just happened to reach the bottom of the Void Tower.
Angor pondered for a moment. Did that make sense?
After all, if the tunnel he was in collapsed as well, wouldn't the Void Tower on the surface suffer as well? Even if it didn't collapse, it would become a Leaning Void Tower.
It seemed that his previous worries were unnecessary.
But he still had to face the real problem. How should he get out?
Angor returned to the door. It was still closed. He recalled what happened and felt strange.
What's wrong with this door? And what's with the eye?
He looked at the pattern on the door. It was the same as before.
In the end, he shook his head and sighed.
Then, he routinely checked his shoulder with his mental power. There was nothing wrong with the itchy area before, so he was relieved.
Angor didn't want to think too much about these trivial matters. Instead, he focused on the most important problem at hand. How to get out of here?
The first thing that came to his mind was to dig through the pile of dirt outside.
Since the tunnel had collapsed, he should be able to find a way out, right?
With that in mind, Angor sent a strand of spirit feelers out of the crack to check the situation.
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