The heavy and messy footsteps echoed in the dark passage, and Aaron and his party were still moving forward in the sewer.

The deeper I go, the more I feel a sense of coolness and coldness.

"Let's go here." Sorsander played with the bronze card of Tien, looked at the surrounding terrain, and said, "It should be almost the same here."

His tracking spell has a certain distance limit, and he does not ignore distance like Sartre, which is why he must enter the sewer.

Moreover, since the other party was a silver-level gold-coin-type fallen man, Sartre did not dare to hold a ceremony again to find out his movements, and he could only complete the marking and tracking missions.

No matter how proficient in rituals, he is only a bronze staircase. It is difficult to escape under the counter-attack of the silver staircase. How dare you hold the ceremony again?

The last time was at best a battle, and both sides caught off guard, which made Sartre find some cheaper.

This time, that might be possible.

Lord Bals glanced at the cracked words on the wall beside him and said, "This is probably the west of Leiden City, close to the filter layer."

"Filtration layer?"

"The sewer in Laiden City is divided into three layers in total. The third layer is the filter layer, which is specially used to filter some large debris to prevent these things from blocking the water outlet."

Although the Lord of Bals did not say it clearly, everyone knew that this so-called large debris was a corpse, and even the filter layer was deliberately set up for this at the beginning of the design.

In Leiden City, even the city defense team is ordinary people, and their order mostly depends on personal force and the open law.

Peace and security are just a relative concept in Leiden City.

However, under the reputation of Iron Arm Bals, few people dare to let go of their courage to cause trouble.

Balls has always remained silent or acquiesced to the few murders or homicides in a month.

"There was once a remnant of the cult atmosphere, and it seemed that some people often came in and out of here." Sorsander murmured to himself, looking around, "It seems that there is more than one cultist?"

His soul could easily feel the aura of cult that permeates around him.

And the subtlety is that there is more than one breath.

"More than one?" Aaron was stunned.

Koss Osander did not reply to him, but just snapped his fingers sharply. The card in his hand flew out of thin air, floating quietly in front of everyone, and then collapsed inch by inch.

Countless darkness surged out again, pressing the torches in everyone's hands darkened.

Faced with the familiar scene, Aaron couldn't help but frown and recalled his previous experience again.

However, the next second, he saw Sorsander take a deep breath, and a huge amount of darkness seemed to be pulled and dragged into his body by some force.

Many mysterious runes appeared on the surface of the simple linen robe, shattered and reborn in the collision.

The inconspicuous tower-shaped rune burst out with silver-white light at this moment, bright and dazzling, cleaning the darkness of the sewer, as bright as day.

Aaron only felt that an inexplicable fluctuation spread rapidly, spreading in a certain direction like spirituality.

He only looked at the runes on the linen robe for a few seconds, and felt his eyes were sore and he had to turn away his gaze.

"What is that?" he gently hit Sartre beside him and whispered.

"Spiritual tracking means relying on intuition and instinct to guess the other person's position, which is considered a prophet's specialty." Sartre also had starlight flashing in his eyes and responded in a low voice, "The prophet is different from us. They believe that abandoning the flesh will make the soul more sensitive and can see more things that are usually invisible. The flesh is just a container to maintain the soul."

Aaron's heart moved, suddenly thought of the sound he had heard before, he hesitated for a moment, and said, "That is, can the soul see more?"

"That's about that, but without the protection and training of the extraordinary aura, our souls will only quickly dissipate after they leave the body, and only the prophets and a few people can make the souls leave the body."

See more...

Aaron lowered his head, concealing the astonishment on his face.

If so, then did the conversation between Old Albert and his predecessor actually happen?

Or is this a hint in itself?

Before he could finish his thoughts, he heard Sorsander breath out a long sigh.

The silver light quickly dimmed, and the runes on the linen robe disappeared one after another, and deep darkness emerged from his mouth and finally condensed into bronze cards again.

"I found him, still at my feet." Sorsand said calmly, but the fatigue between his lines was obvious.

Lord Bals frowned, "Still at your feet?"

"Yes, I can sense his existence under my feet." Sorsander lowered his head and stared at the filthy and solid stone bricks under his feet, his eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the many constraints and see the cultist directly.

"But, there should be no road down." said Lord Bals. "I participated in the renovation plan of the sewer of Leiden City, and there was no space under the filter layer."

"That's why there is that earth demon spider?" Alice was resentful of the earth demon spider.

Sartre frowned, "Maybe it was dug up by the cultists?"

After all, the city defense team has not even cleaned the first layer of the sewer, so how could it be down to the filter layer to check?

Theoretically, as long as they do not make a big noise and ensure that the excavated underground space will not collapse, almost no one will know.

"If this is true, then this is probably the hiding place for the cultists in Leiden City." Balls looked calm, "If this is the case, we might have to leave."

Aaron pretended to be stunned and stared at Balls, "Go back?"

"Go back," Bals nodded, "If Master Sorsander did not make any mistakes, then there might be many cultists hidden in this hiding place..."

He looked at Aaron and Sartre, his eyes showing hesitation.

As the golden rank, in a narrow space like the sewer, Iron Arm Barrs will definitely not be afraid, and even wish to fight in such an environment.

But the problem is that he is not alone, there are Aaron and Sartre in the team, and even Alice.

It's okay to face a silver-level fallen man, but if he faces a plural enemy, if he really fights, there will be a huge change.

Even as a golden-level extraordinary person, Balls did not have the confidence to challenge several cultists in one breath.

However, it seems that the cultist did not give them too many choices.

In a trance, Aaron seemed to hear a loud cry from his feet.

There was obviously no wind, but their torches were shaking violently, and their inexplicably cold rushed from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads, making Aaron shudder.

He looked back with the inspiration in the dark and couldn't help but be stunned.

In the dark darkness, there are figures.

A dazzlingly dark figure.
Chapter completed!