The coffin had no lid, revealing five skinless corpses inside. Beside themy a pile of clothes,
cigarettes, and a cellphone.
These were the people another tomb-robbing team had been looking for.
What could have captured them and skinned them alive?
The undead corpse?
However, did Nash not eradicate the undead corpse?
Nash returned to where Bradley and the others were, shaking his head. “There’s nothing in the coffin…
The main burial chamber isn’t here.”
ncing at the cosmos diagram trap and the suspended bronze coffin, Bradley said, “The main burial
chamber is here… just not in front of our eyes.”
Nash realized something and responded, “You mean the main burial chamber is underground?”
It seemed to be the only possibility.
In order to ess the main chamber, they would have to decipher these traps.
“Let me see how tough these traps really are,” Finn dered enthusiastically while stepping forward.
With a swift stride, he stepped onto one of the tiles.
The corresponding stone pir sank slightly.
A humming sound was followed by the clicking of gears.
Suddenly, a barrage of long spears shot out from the opposing wall.
Finn’s pupils shrank as he leapt ten meters high.
The spears aimed toward Nash and the rest.
Nash and Melody quickly stood in front of the group. Both channeled their energy, forming a shield
against the iing spears.
The sheer force of the impact caused Melody to stagger a few steps backward.
“Such power… They could even pierce a tank!” Melody eximed in shock.
The cosmos diagram had 18 circles of stone pirs.
Finn stepped on a stone pir in the second circle.
A humming sound resonated once again, followed by the grinding of gears.
A fine powder began to rise from the ground of the cosmos diagram.
“White phosphorus!”
“Finn, run!”
Nash shouted.
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The next moment, a zing fire engulfed the cosmos diagram.
White phosphorus clung to Finn, and the mes consumed him.
He used his inner energy to bounce out of the cosmo and rolling to extinguish the mes.
diagram’s range,nding on the ground.
Nash sent out a wave of energy to quench the fire, but Finn’s hair was charred, and his face was pitch-
ck.
He panted heavily while lying on the ground.
What kind of damned traps were these?
“I’ll give it a try next…” Unfazed, Melo
stepped forward.
Finn was merely a stage seven great-grandmaster, so he still could not use his true energy to form a
protective shield.
Knowing she had a higher level of mastery, she was confident she would not fear the mes.
“Let me handle this!” Nash intervened, recognizing the grave danger of the traps.
The spears from earlier had almost pierced through his protective barrier.
If the subsequent traps were even more powerful, even he might not withstand them.
As Nash was about to step onto the cosmos diagram, Heidi suddenly spoke up, “Nash, I know this
trap!”
Nash halted. “You know how to solve it?”
Melody and the others looked at Heidi incredulously.
How could this youngdy understand such intricate traps?
“My grandfather was a carpenter… He had many autobiographies and blueprints from renowned
craftsmen. This trap is based on the design of the 18 Rings of Doom by the famous Northern Sear Era
carpenter, Yosemite Harsberger.
“Each circleprises 180 tiles, and each tile contains a trap. The closer you are to the center, the
more powerful the trap!
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“Originally, Yosemite designed it to protect the livestock raised by his father-inw. But one day, after
his father-inw drunkenly activated the trap by mistake, he tragically died within the 18 Rings of
Doom.
“In his grief, Yosemite destroyed the blueprints. However, his apprentice learned the technique and
later used it to help that era’s court design death rows.”