“Do those poisonous creatures actually live that long?” Derek thought of the deathworms, and


    goosebumps appeared on his tanned arms.


    “Those poisonous creatures live much longer than ordinary creatures, but it’s still only


    around 70 or 80 years. However, they have high reproductive ability, and their offspring can evolve into


    even more venomous forms,” Bradley exined patiently.


    Heidi’s good mood from earlier evaporated instantly. “So, can we actually safely pass through Soul-


    Splitting Ridge?” she asked despondently.


    “If it were anyone else, no. But we’re different.”


    Bradley smiled confidently and then took out a transparent ss bottle from his backpack. Inside it was


    a powdery substance resembling flour. “This is the multi-poison powder we refined based on the Tomb


    Sect’s scriptures.


    “Apply this powder to your body and those poisonous creatures will steer clear of you.”


    With that said, he dusted the powder all over his clothes and pants. Each of them received a portion,


    and ultimately, the nine of them emptied half the bottle.


    Once that was done, the party descended to the ground using the ropes. There were norge


    carnivorous animals in Soul-Splitting Ridge, only venomous insects, ants, snakes, and rats.


    They saw colorful spiders, crimson scorpions, and white rattlesnakes with triangr iron heads. These


    were all creatures rarely seen in other ces.


    Just as Bradley had said, everywhere they passed, all the poisonous creatures kept their distance.


    Excited, Nico asked, “Grandpa, can we reach the Seven Pinnacle Peaks today?”


    Their initial four-day journey had only taken them less than two days so far.


    Bradley nodded with a smile and replied, “We can. We’ll be at the foot of it after crossing Soul- Splitting


    Ridge.”


    The group’s spirits lifted as they continued forward without hesitation.


    On the other side of the Seven Pinnacle Peaks, on a mountain about five kilometers away, a team of


    over 30 people was setting up camp. Some were operating drones to observe the surrounding area


    while others were preparing their meals.


    There was even an elderly man in a jacket holding onto apass in his hand as he gazed at the mist-


    shrouded Seven Pinnacle Peaks.


    “Professor Law, I’ll be taking a team with me to explore Seven Pinnacle Peaks tonight,” a young man in


    a tailcoat approached the old man and said.


    “Let’s wait for them to join us before setting out together. Undead corpses are not easy to deal with,”


    Professor Law replied.


    The young man in the tailcoat became even more excited when he heard this. “After so many years of


    searching, I still haven’t seen an undead corpse! Books have described them to be such evil creatures.


    If I can see one in person, it’d make this trip worthwhile.”


    Professor Law gave the young man a faint nce and said, “You’d better not wet yourself when you


    see them, then.”


    The young man in the tailcoatughed heartily. “When has the Herera family ever been afraid. of evil


    spirits?”


    The young man was a direct descendant of the Herera family, a raider family whose ancestors were


    also tomb raiders for dozens of generations. They had uncovered plenty of tombs.


    However, times had changed and the modern Herera family had transitioned into legitimate business.


    Even if they asionally delved into tomb raiding, it was mostly smaller tombs that did not pose much


    of a threat.


    Professor Law smiled wryly. “I’ve seen plenty of people like you, arrogant and self-assured. In the end,


    they all got scared out of their wits.”


    Zain shook his head and said, “Old Anders, don’t people tend to be afraid of death as they grow


    older?”


    It seemed that the man’s words had struck a nerve with Zain as he changed the way he addressed


    him.


    They were in their 30s and equipped with the best equipment in the industry.


    Even if the King of Hell arrived, they could put up a fight against him, let alone an undead


    corpse.


    Professor Law’s face darkened slightly, but he was not as unknowledgeable as that of a child. He


    smiled and replied, “I’d be afraid of death even if not for my age.”


    A group of young people burst intoughter the moment he said that. Their gazes on him had also


    taken a mocking edge.


    Just then, a strong old man came over and roared. “Bunch of bastards, what are you allughing at,


    huh?”


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    The man’s hair was white, but he was almost six feet tall and muscr, looking much like a giant.


    He was Daniel, the leader of the Xalderon lineage that was part of the nine raider families.