The figure in the black robe slowly approached Shen Tong, speaking in a calm yet deliberate manner. "The Rakshasa Bird is not the demon that people believe it to be; it is an ancient guardian with the power to traverse the realms of yin and yang. Your family, the Shen Family, has been bound by a covenant with it for generations."
A storm of emotions surged within Shen Tong! All the fragmented family legends and vague memories flooded her mind at that moment. The "contract bird" mentioned in her grandmother's notes—it all made sense now.
"You, Shen Tong, are the last contract holder of the Rakshasa Bird." The figure suddenly extended both hands toward Shen Tong, palms covered in a dense array of strange runes. "Only you can awaken the power of the Rakshasa Bird."
In an instant, an invisible pressure swept over Shen Tong, leaving her feeling numb and unable to move. The figure in the black robe stepped down from the altar, advancing slowly as he reached out to remove the black eye mask covering her right eye. Then he extended two fingers toward her right eye!
"Shen Tong!"
"Sister Tong!"
The other three watched in panic as Shen Tong's condition worsened.
Especially Lin Mingchang, who desperately tried to rush over to save her, but Vice Director Wang was proving to be a formidable obstacle, making it impossible for him to break free.
However, Shen Tong's consciousness was clear; she felt her soul floating above her body, observing everything below. She could see her companions rushing to save her and could also see the police officers fighting valiantly despite being outnumbered.
As she watched, the black-robed figure's fingers drew closer to her eye, mere millimeters away. Suddenly, Shen Tong's right eye burst forth with blinding light, and a massive golden bird-shaped phantom unfolded behind her, letting out a piercing cry.
It was the legendary Rakshasa Bird—its wings like blades, its face grotesque, and its claws sharp as gold scissors. The phantom appeared with a flash, its shrill call echoing through the ancient tomb.
All members of the Gui Xu Society recoiled in unison, their eyes wide with disbelief and fear. Lin Mingchang turned to look at Shen Tong, his expression filled with shock like never before.
Boom—!
Suddenly, a loud crash resounded from above. The murals on the walls trembled violently as dust rained down like a storm.
"Not good! This place is going to collapse! Run!" Hong Baoshan shouted at the top of his lungs.
The figure in the black robe looked at Shen Tong, who was slumped on the ground, but she had regained her ability to move. Despite the immense regret, he was just a step away from obtaining the power of the Rakshasa Bird, but right now, his life was the priority. Under the protection of Hong Baoshan, he unhesitatingly abandoned the rest of the Gui Xu Society members and quickly fled deeper into the ancient tomb.
"Everyone, retreat!" Lin Mingchang shouted loudly. Seizing the moment when Vice Director Wang was momentarily stunned by the chaos, he viciously kicked him in the chest and then dashed towards Shen Tong, pulling her along as they raced back through the passage they had come from.
The members of the Gui Xu Society were in a state of panic; some fled alongside the black-robed figure, while others followed Lin Mingchang in a desperate bid for survival. There were also those reckless enough to attempt to seize burial treasures amidst the turmoil.
Meanwhile, the group of foreign tomb raiders was completely bewildered, clutching several heavy wooden boxes and frozen in place, unsure of what to do.
As everyone rushed back into the previous passage, another earth-shattering roar echoed through the tomb as it began to collapse on a large scale. Rocks, dirt, and wooden beams fell incessantly, quickly sealing off the path behind them.
Just as they reached the edge of the tunnel, they discovered that their original escape route had completely caved in, trapping them here. Despair washed over everyone instantly—except for Shen Tong.
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