Zhou Leng’s team was full of momentum, while the five beastmen on the opposite side were clearly in disarray.

Soon, Zhou Leng stopped his frontal attacks, using the Eight Trigrams Step to pin down the beastmen, creating one flaw after another. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

Quickly, it turned to seven against four.

The defeated troops were like a collapsing mountain.

The four beastmen on the opposite side panicked, and two quickly fell.

The last two were like cornered beasts, fighting in a frenzy.

The seven retreated in unison, either dodging or blocking, completely ceasing their attacks.

In less than three minutes, the two frenzied beastmen lost their momentum, and the seven launched their assault.

The two beastmen tried to use the Frenzied Blood Bone, but were interrupted by Zhou Leng and Zhang Xinglie.

Soon, the seven killed the last two beastmen.

Molten Hammer lifted his great hammer, aimed at the nine beastmen’s heads, and smashed each of them before sitting down on the spot.

"More dangerous than traps and skeleton warriors," Molten Hammer said.

Zhou Leng glanced at Zhang Xinglie.

Zhang Xinglie had already taken off his clothes to check his injuries, the body was black and blue, with two large wounds from axe strikes.

A two-foot-long deep wound at the back slanted open, blood-red.

Zhang Xinglie said, "I dodged quickly, just flesh wounds."

Zhou Leng walked over, helped Zhang Xinglie apply external injury medicine, and bandaged him.

The five dwarves also helped each other.

Everyone was bloodied, but luckily no one was seriously injured.

Zhou Leng’s only injury was to his left hand, with the rest just scratches.

Molten Hammer said, "Quick, take out the Witchcraft Skin."

Zhou Leng took out the Witchcraft Skin, placing it on the wound of the demigod beastman descendant.

The Witchcraft Skin emitted a faint glow, quickly absorbing the beastman’s blood.

Soon, an irregular crystal the size of a grain of rice formed on the surface of the Witchcraft Skin.

"That’s enough," Molten Hammer said.

Zhou Leng wrapped the demigod blood essence in the Witchcraft Skin and stored it in the Magic Spirit Bag.

"How are you guys?" Zhou Leng asked.

"No problem," the dwarves responded one after another.

"The beastmen are this formidable? Completely different from those I encountered in North Capital Demon City," Zhang Xinglie said.

"Stronger than the beastmen I’ve encountered," Zhou Leng said.

Molten Hammer said, "Which beastman that enters the Ancient King’s Treasure isn’t an elite? Fortunately, Zhang Xinglie roared a few to death initially, or we would’ve lost at least two people."

Zhou Leng rested for a moment, then stood up and gathered the belongings from the nine beastmen together.

Only the demigod beastman descendant had a Magic Spirit Bag, the other beastmen carried leather bags.

Zhou Leng emptied all the contents.

Molten Hammer stood up, kicking away many miscellaneous items.

"This is trash, that’s trash too..."

The other four dwarves remained motionless, letting Molten Hammer take charge.

"We’ll divide these. Truly the descendant of a demigod beastman, lots of blood bones. How is there a beast hide book here?"

Molten Hammer picked it up and found it was a book composed of beastman language and divine text, cursed, "Bad luck."

Then he tossed it aside.

Zhou Leng remembered the first beastman he killed, the weakest one.

This beast hide book came from his leather bag.

Could it be a divine rune master of the beast race?

Zhou Leng picked up the beast hide book and slowly paged through it.

Zhou Leng only knew a little beastman language, not enough to read fluently, but recognized most of the divine text inside.

So, he used the Demonized Watch to take pictures, converting beastman language into Chinese characters.

After a simple look, it was a notebook of learning, recording the beastmen’s divine text knowledge, and some divine texts not found among humans.

After Molten Hammer sorted the loot, he distributed the usable items to everyone, and placed the rest in the Magic Spirit Bag.

Molten Hammer said, "The Magic Spirit Bag is too valuable, other things too miscellaneous, let’s keep them for now and redistribute after we get out, how about it?"

"Sounds good," Zhang Xinglie said.

This battle was far more exhausting than the previous ones.

The seven found a corner, taking pills, eating meat, closing their eyes to rest, or even taking a brief nap.

Zhou Leng only rested for a while, then swiftly read through the divine text beast hide book using the translation from the Demonized Watch.

He learned quite a lot of new knowledge from it.

Moreover, he discovered a big secret within it.

After regaining their strength, the seven rose and took a round in this area, which was a land of wind despite appearing as a land of thunder.

Molten Hammer said, "This wind place... no, thunder place has three passages, which one should we choose?"

Everyone looked at Zhou Leng, but he didn’t answer, saying, "Molten Hammer, do you know why the beastmen would come to this Ancient King’s Treasure?"

"It’s just a tribal feud, hindering each other, and seeing if they can dig up something in the process, what else could it be?"

Zhou Leng raised the beast hide book and said, "This records something interesting. The Flower of High Earth, does this name sound familiar?"

The five dwarves’ expressions changed slightly, and Malt Beer said, "Of course, it’s familiar. The famous demigod of the beastmen, she’s best known for trying to seduce our Old Grandfather Mountain Melting Furnace, failing, and repeatedly sending beastmen to harm us in shame and anger."

After Zhou Leng translated, Zhang Xinglie’s eyes widened, the history of dwarves and beastmen was really so intense?

Zhou Leng put down the beast hide book and said, "This book says, the Flower of High Earth lived longer than the Mountain Melting Furnace?"

"Right, she outlived Old Grandfather by more than ten years."

"This book also says, the Flower of High Earth secretly slipped in here before her death."

"Ah? Ah!" The eyes of the six dwarves widened larger than Zhang Xinglie’s.

Molten Hammer shook his head and said, "Absolutely impossible! This contains the power of the Old Grandfather. Experts at that level won’t even approach, they would be warned."

"What if they have your Old Grandfather’s treasure?" Zhou Leng asked.

"This..." The five Steel Dwarves looked at each other.

"It might be possible..." Ban Chui murmured to himself.

Zhou Leng said, "The book says the Flower of High Earth not only sneaked into the Ancient King’s Treasure but also brought in a treasure, then never appeared again."

Molten Hammer paused for a moment, then slapped his thigh.

"I’ve always wondered why the Beastmen rarely go to other Ancient King’s Treasures, and every time the Old Grandfather’s Treasure is opened, they’re like flies... no, mosquitoes smelling blood, deploying elites each time. So this is the reason! Just with this, you’ve done a great deed. This news is crucial!"

Malt Beer asked, "Is there any mention of what the Flower of High Earth brought?"

The other dwarves either rolled their eyes or looked elsewhere.

It seems the dwarves themselves acknowledge these rumors.

Zhou Leng shook his head and said, "It only says they’ve been searching all along. I guess the Beastmen may not even know what’s been brought, they just keep searching."

Molten Hammer stroked his beard and said, "This kind of thing is not impossible. Because in the legends, the two seniors did have such a period of close relations before breaking up. This Old Grandfather Mountain is said to be the place where they secretly met, which is also why the Old Grandfather chose to be buried here."

"Does that mean this Ancient King’s Treasure contains a demigod body?"

Ban Chui said, "It’s been seven or eight hundred years, has the Flower of High Earth been taken by someone?"

"Taken? Someone in Body Refining Stage trying to touch the Ancient King’s body? Dream on."

"Then it’s done for. Experts can’t come in, and we can’t retrieve the demigod’s relics."

Zhou Leng looked at Zhang Xinglie and asked, "Is there any way to retrieve the Martial Saint’s relics?"

Zhang Xinglie shook his head and said, "If it’s only a Headless God, we can definitely retrieve it. But a complete Martial Saint’s relics, not even at the Peak of Innate can you think about it. An expert of that level contains too much power in their body, their qi and energy like a dragon, and touching them is like paper meeting fire."

Molten Hammer said, "As long as we can find it and pass this news out, you two can not only become dwarf residents but might even have the hope of becoming dwarf warriors!"

The crowd discussed for a long time but couldn’t come to a conclusion.

"Forget it, let’s choose the next path."

The crowd turned to Zhou Leng.

Zhou Leng said casually, "These three doors are respectively ’Nightmare-like Trials’, ’Land of Death’, and ’Unknown Transformation’. Pick yourselves, don’t blame me if you choose wrong."

"I think the Land of Death is safe," Ban Chui said.

"Nightmare-like Trials should be good too."

"The Unknown Transformation is too dangerous..."

Zhou Leng countered, "The Land of Death should be correct because this Divine Text is quite simple, and was decoded a long time ago. Can’t say for the other two."

"Then it’s Nightmare-like Trials!" The five dwarves spoke in unison, as if they shared a brain, full of ’trust’ in the Old Grandfather.

"Shall we go in now?"

"Let’s go, we’ve wasted so much time, if we don’t hurry, the soup will be gone," Molten Hammer said.

The group walked towards the far-left door, through a long corridor, into a cave.

On the wall hung a Demonized Sand Blackboard, with a podium and desk standing, small tables and stools arranged behind.

A dwarf classroom.

"Done for, this door is real..." Molten Hammer almost cursed.

The five people’s faces changed drastically because this place wasn’t shown on the map, indicating it’s either changing or rare.

Suddenly, white light sprang from the podium.

Then, a small luminescent figure the height of a finger flew out, pure white and delicate, with two pairs of transparent wings fluttering behind, dressed in a green dress.

A small face framed with black glasses.

"Little friends, please join me in learning Divine Text now."

The six of them widened their eyes, how did they become little friends?

Zhou Leng said to Zhang Xinglie, "She said in dwarf language, little friends..."

The little elf held a magic wand, with a colorful body and star-shaped tip.

Pointing at Zhou Leng, she smiled and said, "Little friend, this time doesn’t count, starting from next time, talking out of turn in class will be severely punished."

Zhou Leng and the five dwarves looked at Zhang Xinglie with sympathy.

Zhang Xinglie vaguely understood what was happening, thinking this really is his nightmare-like trial, secretly taking out the Demonized Watch to record and translate.

"Little friend, cheating is not allowed," the little elf softly said, waving her magic wand.

Zhang Xinglie was like being hit by an invisible giant, his body flew back, crashing into the wall with a thud, settling to the ground with dust and bleeding from the corner of his mouth.

The crowd sympathetically turned around, Zhang Xinglie was done for.

Sitting on the ground, Zhang Xinglie helplessly took a pill.

"Alright children, please sit properly."

Everyone obediently sat properly.

Seeing the little elf point her magic wand at the Demonized Blackboard, a reversed Chinese-like text appeared on it.

"Read together with me, Mu Sha La..."

"Mu Sha La..." The six people recited collectively, Zhang Xinglie hurriedly followed along.

"Mu Sha La..." The little elf repeated.

The group recited once more, totaling three times.

The five dwarves’ eyes were vacant, even combined they couldn’t understand.

Zhang Xinglie was very clever, surpassing in intelligence among the seven.

But neither could he understand dwarf language nor Divine Text.

Zhang Xinglie looked at the backs of the five dwarves, then at Zhou Leng.

At this moment, he deeply understood how other students usually regarded him.

"Alright, start learning the second text, this text is pronounced ’Ba Sha Xi’..."

"Ba Sha Xi..."