Chapter 1069: I... I Can't Go Back?

The white crystal hadn't fully formed yet, and no fluctuation of will had come out. It was estimated that the will would project over only after the crystal was formed.

Ang and the others looked at each other. Naigelis asked: "What should we do? It's a secondary source. Can we beat it?"

Ang nodded, holding up two hands, with the little ghost and Clarama on them respectively. The other side only had one God Star Descendant Clan like North Crown, and it was even forged. How could they not beat it?

Naigelis breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good, that's good. So what now?"

Anthony also breathed a sigh of relief. Since Ang could beat a secondary source, his planning would be much more flexible. He hurriedly said: "Cover it up, cover it up. Let's hide first and see what the situation is. Why throw a body here? And why project over suddenly now?"

They had done this kind of thing too many times and had long had a tacit understanding. Ang slipped into a corner and reached out to tap the little sapling.

Everyone rushed into that corner, and the little sapling extended countless branches to cover the entire corner, then withered.

From the outside, it looked like a pile of dry firewood. Of course, letting the little sapling take action wasn't for a pile of dry firewood, but to shield the perspective of the will.

In this world, too many observation methods could penetrate objects, such as soul, will, wizard's eye, perspective eye, etc. No matter how tightly covered, it was useless, and even some barrier arrays were useless.

Other places were scanned through, but one piece couldn't be seen through. Everyone knew something was wrong, either checking it emphatically or tearing it down directly.

But the little sapling's shielding was magical. Even if the will scanned over, it could penetrate, seeing only a pile of dry firewood, and absolutely couldn't see Ang and the others inside, unless everything on the surface was torn down.

However, if the will couldn't detect anything wrong, who would bother to tear down a pile of dry firewood? Should the goods and grain in other corners also be torn down to see?

After everyone hid, there was no movement for a long time. After the chest shell closed, even the fluctuations couldn't be sensed. After waiting for a long time, Naigelis couldn't hold back and shared Ang's vision. Anthony had been waiting for it and hurriedly followed.

Ang was also covered in it, but the little sapling's vision was his vision. As soon as Naigelis connected, it saw that at the chest cavity of the secondary source body, a very weak colorful light was overflowing. Clearly, the projection process was still continuing.

After a long time, the colorful light stopped abruptly and disappeared without a trace, but the body still didn't move.

After another long time, just when Naigelis suspected that the other party had failed to project, the body suddenly opened its eyes quickly, and then closed them immediately.

Maybe it didn't see anything, so the body quickly raised its head and opened its eyes, turned its head around, still didn't find anything, and then it slowly sat up. A will probed out from its body, quickly scanned the room, swept over the "firewood pile," and finally climbed up stealthily.

"Why does it feel like it's being sneaky? Is this a secondary source? Is this a God Star Descendant Clan?" Naigelis said in the soul network.

Anthony said: "Didn't the master say it was forged? It probably isn't. However, being able to create a secondary source body, their strength shouldn't be very weak."

"The strength isn't weak, so why is it being sneaky?" Naigelis asked, puzzled.

This sneaky guy scanned the cave, didn't find what it was looking for, so it came to the door, looked out through the door panel, its line of sight penetrated the door panel, scanned the situation outside, and then its gaze paused. Clearly, it had found the target.

Because the secondary source body was found, that area outside the door had been blocked. Now outside the door, there were only a few old farmer merchants from the Stonehenge merchant caravan.

They didn't know what happened either. They were called over by Anthony for questioning, and the other party even entered the cave. Although Anthony had been speaking softly to them, it didn't prevent the fact that their place was being checked.

This made them very panicked. Could there be any contraband hidden in the cave? Could that "statue" be contraband? Clearly, in the minds of these merchants who had transferred from old farmers, the secondary source body was just a statue.

They didn't dare to go into the cave, and there were vaguely people guarding the commanding heights outside the area. These people couldn't go anywhere and could only stand or squat with sad faces, sighing. As they sighed, a familiar voice suddenly sounded in their ears: "Uncle Mark, are you okay?"

Inside the cave, Naigelis watched in shock as the "secondary source" turned into a phantom, penetrated the door, and went to the area outside.

"It virtualized? How come there was no movement in the virtual-real conversion?" Naigelis was shocked.

Anthony ignored it and said quickly: "Master, can you see what it's doing? There are only people from the Stonehenge merchant caravan outside. Could it be here to find those people from the merchant caravan?"

Anthony's tone was a bit unbelievable. Those people from Stonehenge were just ordinary humans, not at the same level as a secondary source at all. Would a secondary source go to such lengths to project over to find them?

Could there be any hidden characters among those people? But as soon as this thought popped up, Anthony shook his head and threw it out. Hidden characters that could hide from his own eyes shouldn't exist in this void.

Not long after Anthony finished speaking, the vision began to change. Ang's vision seemed to be attached to some kind of strip-like object, extending forward constantly, and then came outside through a very small crack.

"What's going on? Ang, are you attached to a snake?" Naigelis was surprised. This perspective really looked like the perspective of a crawling animal.

Instead, Anthony thought of the answer: "No, it should be a vine."

It was indeed a vine. Wherever the little sapling's branches and leaves extended, Ang's vision would extend there, but the vision would be like being covered with a layer of cloth, blurry, but the sound was heard very clearly.

Seeing one of the merchants straighten up, he said in shock: "Witch? How did you come? Where are you?"

The phantom turned from virtual to real, revealing its face, and said: "I heard that there was a plague here. That's not a plague, but a kind of bug. I'm afraid you've been infected with bugs, so I'm here to send you something. Take this, and the bugs won't dare to approach you."

As it spoke, some stone-like things appeared.

Uncle Mark took the stone and then said anxiously: "Quick, Witch, leave here quickly. They found the statue. They are in the cave, I don't know what they are looking for."

Now it was the witch's turn to change color: "Someone is in the cave? No? There is no one in the cave."

"I don't know, but they haven't come out since they entered the cave. They pulled us here and asked a lot about the statue. They must have discovered something. Maybe it's a trap. You go quickly." Uncle Mark said urgently.

"Okay." The witch responded, and then its face virtualized again. The entire phantom shrank inward, shrank, and shrank again, as if it were about to disappear from that point in the center.

However, the last step didn't happen. After shrinking to a point, the phantom remained there.

After holding its breath for a long time, the point returned to a phantom, and it said in astonishment: "I... I can't go back?"

PS: Back pain, can't sit for long. ===== CHAPTER 1070 =====