Strongest War Chant

Wang Lang snorted, "If you don't want to give it to me, then go and die. At worst, just put in a bit of effort and look for it from your corpse."    

"Alright, I want to see how you're going to kill me!" Wu Shuang was so angry that he laughed instead. A charm appeared beside him. A silver-white melody started to circulate around his body, quickly condensing into a majestic silver armor.    

"Come on, let's do it." Wu Shuang took a step forward while Wang Lang took three steps back.    

Seemingly feeling that he had shamed himself too much, he forced himself to remain calm and said, "Killing you like this is letting you off too easily. Wait for me to get out of here and I'll make you kneel down before me to repent willingly."    

"Why wait until we get out? We'll fight right here." Wu Shuang did not budge. With a wave of his hand, a Dragon Gun that was like blood appeared in his hand.    

Seeing this, Wang Lang rolled his eyes. He took out something from the Ring of Void and threw it on the ground. Then, he turned around and ran away.    

In the next second, with a loud bang, a small pagoda on the ground instantly lit up, releasing a strange Warsong Arts Formation to envelop Wu Shuang's body. Everything in his field of vision fluctuated, the sense of distance also disappeared.    

The one-time Warsong Outfit was extremely powerful, and normal people would be thrown into chaos if they were hit by it. However, Wu Shuang was not an ordinary person, if Wang Lang took the opportunity to attack, he might have turned into a hedgehog in a single move, but he chose to escape.    

Wu Shuang sighed and ignored the result after only one shot.    

After the terrifying sound of wind breaking, a miserable scream rang out. Wang Lang's defensive equipment were all destroyed in an instant. Even though he had received more than half of the damage, he was still seriously injured by the remaining pressure and fell forward, not knowing if he was dead or alive.    

Shortly after, the formation on the pagoda dissipated and cracks appeared on it.    

"It's actually not a one-time use?" This Wang Lang is really a treasure giver. " Wu Shuang bent over and picked up the small pagoda. A message appeared in his mind.    

Item: Tower of Disorder (1/2)    

Rank: Excellent Level    

Ability: With the Tower of Disorder as the center, within a radius of 10 meters, release a magical formation that can disturb one's vision. Lasts 15 seconds.    

Walking to the side of Wang Lang and turning his body over, Wu Shuang found out that his injuries weren't serious, it was just that he had fallen into a coma.    

Wu Shuang looked around the cave. He was surprised to find the entrance reopened, but he still walked over.    

"What kind of ruins is this? Is it just a simple sacrificial field?"    

Wu Shuang was a bit confused and walked out along the passage. However, as he walked, he realized that something was wrong. In his memory, this passage was definitely not that long and it was clearly brighter than before.    

Light came from the front as they were walking. However, Wu Shuang's footsteps suddenly stopped because he could smell a strong smell of blood. It was a fresh smell of blood.    

"It's a little strange. The entrance has become the next level, and the smell of blood is so thick. I'm afraid this is not a good place."    

Wu Shuang hesitated for a moment, but at this moment, there was no way out if he wanted to retreat. Thus, he decided to continue moving forward.    

After a while, the passageway arrived at the end and another hall appeared in front of his eyes. This hall was very imaginative like the first one. However, the blood-coloured fountain that stood in the middle was indeed a bit eye-catching.    

Wu Shuang looked around and found many statues that were motionless. Most of these statues had painful expressions. Most of them were kneeling on the ground as if worshipping something. A few of them even had torture tools on them.    

Wu Shuang went closer and found that these statues looked like they were made by real people, or rather, petrified real people. Wu Shuang went closer and found that these statues looked like they were made by real people, or rather, petrified real people.    

This Ancient Times Ruins had existed for who knows how many years, but up till now, these blood fountains still bubbled and bubbled. The war song engraved on them could automatically absorb the surrounding heavenly music, and with it, guarantee that the fresh blood would be alive and moving forever.    

Wu Shuang didn't dare to imagine, how many creatures could make up such a huge pool of blood? Could it be that it also came from a human?    

Who was so cruel, in the Death Canyon, to build such a natural danger zone, and what was his goal?    

Wu Shuang urgently wanted to uncover the secret here, but right now, he had to face the horrifying blood figures that crawled out of the pool one after another.    

"What is this?" At first glance, Blood Shadow was the first thing Wu Shuang thought of as a ghost, but he quickly denied his point of view. His high soul strength made him feel that there was something out of place.    

For example, when these blood shadows emerged from the blood pool, they had clearly splashed a lot of blood drops, but even after they walked towards him, the ground was still dry.    

"So it's an illusion." Wu Shuang secretly let out a sigh of relief, allowing the blood shadows to rush at him and pass through his body.    

Thinking about it, the human skeletons he had encountered in the first floor were also controlled by melodies. If they thought that the monsters were the culprits, they would only flee in panic.    

Thinking about this, Wu Shuang looked around. If he were to escape, it was most likely that he would return by the same route. Then, there might be a trap there. Who knows what kind of traps it might trigger after the second stomp.    

"It would seem that the people who built this place are no ordinary people. To think that they would enjoy themselves by tormenting others." After greeting the owner of this place once again, Wu Shuang continued to walk towards the deeper part of the hall. Blood shadows constantly circled around him along the way.    

When he passed by the blood pool, he took a glance inside and felt his stomach churn. He just wanted to quickly leave this damned place.    

In front of the Blood Lake Hall, there were a total of three large doors. On top of each door, there was an Trunk Sound Talisman carved on it.    

Wu Shuang had filled in the ancient notes in the past, so it was easy to tell that the notes on these three doors had a rising relationship. In other words, they went from low to high.    

From low to high, this could mean difficulty to survival.    

Just from the information given, it was hard to guess the correct answer. In addition to the builder's bad taste, it was possible that the actual situation was the exact opposite of what was marked out.    

If it was someone else, they would be helpless in this sort of place. However, Wu Shuang just happened to have a way to solve the problem.    

At this moment, he had nine remaining energy crystals. Even if he exchanged it for I Want to Find You twice, he still had five energy crystals that could save his life.    

There was nothing to hesitate about. Wu Shuang directly set two targets, one was the strongest fighter and the other was a trap.    

Following the appearance of the two three-dimensional maps in Wu Shuang's mind, he noticed that the red dots representing the strongest players were at the door in the middle. The yellow dots representing the traps were all behind the three doors, with the first door having the most spots.    

As a result, it wasn't hard to speculate that the Ascending Talisman represented a survival rate. Out of the three gates, the third one had the highest survival rate.    

Wu Shuang silently remembered the trap notification he just saw. After taking a deep breath, he pushed open the door and walked in.    

The moment he left, the back of the Blood Lake Hall was restored to its former tranquility. Streaks of bloody shadows disappeared without a trace. After a while, Wang Lang walked out with a resentful expression on his face as he supported himself on the stone wall.    

At this moment, his mouth was full of curses about Wu Shuang. He was caught off guard. Looking at such a terrifying hall, his legs and stomach were spinning, and he didn't know whether he should continue forward or not.    

Without waiting for him to make a decision, numerous life threatening blood shadows once again appeared in the boiling blood pool.    

Wang Lang shouted loudly and turned around to run. Unexpectedly, there was a rumbling sound from the tunnel that he came from. A huge stone ball appeared out of nowhere and rolled towards him. When he turned his head back, the tunnel behind him had gradually closed...