Chapter 468: Rank Drops Again! Entering the Artificer Pavilion!

The [Shengsheng Buxi Array] was basically set up in less than five minutes.

Is there such a thing as zero-frame array deployment?

It still falls far short of what’s called “zero-frame.”

However, Lin Mo had just retracted his spirit stones and attempted to deploy the array using the [Hui Chun Yin] incantation, spending a full quarter-hour.

That means, using the Tan Lang star of the Destiny Disc directly, it takes only one-third of the original deployment time.

His mind suddenly flooded with chaotic thoughts—like when he first arrived, the mysterious voice told him this Zero Prison was haunted, that these ghosts lingered here and never left.

“The soup’s not good either,” Zhao Fuguo said, never pausing his eating; he’d devoured more than half of a bowl of rice and two dishes.

From the daily meals, it was clear the food wasn’t elaborate or luxurious, yet it carried a warmth of home. And one had to know this was surely made by Fang Shuyao herself—letting her taste memories of the past and giving her the feeling of a mother.

Fein and the others caught up; Nisi and Rui quickly found a dry patch of grass to sit and rest, their spiritual energy greatly depleted by the intense magic just now.

“That’s right, Barred. It’s time for our duo to come back to life. Though our destination is Shavana, doing a few minor tasks along the way won’t draw any attention.” Lucius swung his sword a few times before him.

Luo Chen spread his arms, lifted one knee, and floated lightly as a feather from the cave entrance to stand before Xia Mo.

“No, you’ve taken up my entire morning—please let me treat you as thanks!” Otherwise, she’d feel uneasy; she hated owing people favors. Suddenly, she remembered how many favors she already owed someone in the game.

Both turned toward the voice and saw a thin, pale-faced youth with a bluish tinge to his skin, a sly smile on his lips, walking slowly toward them. Though dressed in fine robes with elegant ornaments, his brow exuded the air of a thug.

Seeing this mysterious figure strike, Sword God Feng and the other three made no move to intervene, merely watching from the side.

Yin Chongtian and Tang Zhuihun were both at the peak of Earth Emperor realm, yet their strength still lagged slightly behind the others.

Under these conditions, he could only raise his release point as much as possible to alter the ball’s trajectory and avoid Stephen’s block—but this adjustment caused the ball to hit the rim, clang loudly, then bounce far back in the direction it came from.

He remembered he’d been captured alive right here, so naturally, he returned to this very spot.

Everyone now held their breath, striving for absolute stillness to avoid disturbing the phoenix’s silent memory search. Seated in a circle, the room was so quiet not even a needle could fall—like the silence of a secluded valley.

Reno had indeed taken every possible precaution: the Federation’s warships had been sent to the research institute or dismantled for parts, all prisoner-of-war prisons had been fitted with micro-surveillance devices—but if anything truly happened, response would still be painfully reactive.

Gazing at the calm young man before him, Duan Guiyan was utterly astonished. Even facing death, he remained so composed and collected—something Duan himself doubted he could manage. This man must not be left alive, Duan Guiyan thought.

Sima’s preparatory work was flawless; within minutes, a competition room had appeared on stage.

The cave entrance had ceased spewing blood mist; a brilliant crimson glow now shimmered at the threshold, casting everyone’s faces in scarlet hues, and from within, a tremendous power could be clearly sensed swirling.

This is no longer a problem of skill or tactics—it’s pure gambling.