Upon hearing this!

Lillian Tompson was startled, her hand movements came to a halt.

But she forced herself to stay silent and continued attempting to withdraw her arm.

Logically, those in the room should have been ensnared by the illusion.

Davion possesses great skill, failure was not an option.

They must be seeing her within the illusion.

Yet an illusion is just an illusion, two entirely different worlds.

"Saintess, if you don't stop, I might have to offend you." Hercules Marsh's voice was filled with discontent.

After saying this, Lillian Tompson continued to reach into the lamp, grabbing that arm!

Upon touching the arm, a warm sensation spread throughout her body!

This arm, undoubtedly belonged to the remains of Pruitt Wilde.

Swoosh!

After two warnings, a steel fork flew directly towards Lillian Tompson!

Crack!

Realizing the danger, Lillian Tompson swiftly sidestepped, the steel fork embedded almost entirely into the wall.

Taking advantage of the moment, Lillian Tompson once again reached into the lamp!

Even if stolen, the item must be brought back!

It's the ancestral remains they've searched for countless years!

But Hercules Marsh and the others gave her no opportunity.

With gusts of cold wind approaching, Lillian Tompson had no choice but to abandon the arm within the lamp, leaping down and rolling on the ground.

She had just landed when the flying knives grazed past the hanging lamp.

"Saintess, I never expected you to covet our Black Pine League's treasured item." Konrad Marsh and Hayden Marsh stood at the door with the East Sea demon, blocking the way.

Hercules Marsh then stood up, taking the black dragon sword, stepping down step by step.

"Care to explain?"

He sneered.

If it weren't for the master's intervention breaking the illusion, the treasure would have been stolen tonight!

Without the arm providing spiritual power, how could the Ten Hall Yama function?

"You..." Lillian Tompson was a bit surprised.

The sorcerer failed?

Harboring ill feelings towards her?

Why wasn't anyone here entrapped by the illusion?

"Our detection of the illusion you crafted relies on the master's keen perception." Hercules Marsh said, pointing at Gerrit Harris: "Saintess, do you know who he is? He is Gerrit Harris! One of the top three in the world at formation!"

Despite his bold words, Hercules Marsh still felt a bit apprehensive.

If Gerrit Harris weren't here, they would have certainly been trapped in the illusion, caught off guard.

The treasure passed down by the Black Pine League for centuries would likely be stolen.

"So, the Ghost Martial Tribe are thieves! I once wondered why you'd be so kind to help us." Hayden Marsh angrily pointed at Lillian Tompson: "Saintess, what do you mean by this? If you don't explain, you won't be leaving today!"

It's intolerable!

Who were the three Marsh brothers?

Great Grandmasters, royal lineage!

They command wind and rain, backed by a reliant like Gerrit Harris.

Yet now, they've been teased by the Ghost Martial Tribe!

In their presence, brazenly stealing treasures!

Treating them as nonentities.

The insult was immense!

"Gerrit Harris?" Lillian Tompson was slightly flustered, but now that the situation was exposed, panic was pointless.

Being capable of breaking the sorcerer's illusion indicated that the one who did so must be highly skilled.

If Gerrit Harris really was top three in the world at formation, it was understandable.

"Indeed, it is I." Gerrit Harris sat on the chair, speaking with a smile: "Young lady, why are you trying to take what's above?"

In the inner hall, there's only one lampshade overhead.

The huge spotlight dazzled anyone who looked up.

If it weren't for Hercules Marsh and the others leading Gerrit Harris over, he wouldn't know such a powerful remnant was hidden up there!

To the martial arts world, this was a treasure.

A supreme treasure!

However, when this young lady entered, she went directly for the lamp.

Could there be an insider?

"I have my reasons for taking it." Lillian Tompson stood in the center of the inner hall, coldly stating: "Master Harris, why are you here?"

"He is our master!" Hercules Marsh strode in front of Lillian Tompson, placing the black dragon sword against her neck: "Speak! What exactly is the Ghost Martial Tribe up to?"

"You can kill me, but you can't afford the consequences." Lillian Tompson looked at Hercules Marsh with a disdainful gaze, gently pressed her fingers against the blade and pushed it away!

"This is the Black Pine League! We three are the League's controllers, along with our master supporting, what harm in killing you? Believe me, I can wipe out your entire Ghost Martial Tribe!" Konrad Marsh folded his arms, his disdainful attitude towards Lillian Tompson extremely apparent!

Such arrogance is intolerable!

"The young lady's tone is rather tough, quite reminiscent of someone." Gerrit Harris recalled the arrogance of West Tower when meeting him in the wilderness.

Of course, West Tower eventually proved he indeed had the arrogance to back it up.

But this Ghost Martial Tribe Saintess?

"The expert outside who crafted the illusion, care to come in for a chat?" Saying this, Gerrit Harris suddenly flicked his sleeve!

Crack!

The main hall door was instantly shattered!

"Uh..."

Following a muffled sound, there was silence outside.

"It must be their Ghost Martial Tribe's High Priest!" Konrad Marsh drew his Longsword, kicked open the door, and rushed out!

But outside, there was not a soul.

Only a pool of blood was left on the ground.

"Enough, they are experts. If I weren't here today, you'd certainly be caught." Gerrit Harris did not pursue but picked up the dagger on the ground, dispelled the formation.

At this time, he absolutely could not leave this room.

To prevent anyone from luring the tiger from the mountain.

If that arm was taken, the active time of the Ten Hall Yama would greatly reduce.

"Master, how is she to be handled?" Hercules Marsh pointed the sword at Lillian Tompson.

"Lock her up for now, we'll deal with West Tower first." Gerrit Harris extended his hand and flicked.

Three fine silver needles flew out, striking Lillian Tompson's legs.

"These three silver needles can seal her for 48 hours. Within 48 hours, I will personally oversee, it's impossible for the outsider to rescue her. As for the Ghost Martial Tribe, I truly haven't heard of them."

Gerrit Harris waved his hand, while Hercules Marsh lifted Lillian Tompson like a chick, throwing her into a corner.

"Within 48 hours, if you confess, we can consider leniency. Otherwise, your life enters its countdown from this moment."

Gerrit Harris stated calmly.

Although he doesn't know the Ghost Martial Tribe, possessing an outside illusion master indicates this organization is certainly powerful!

With the Saintess captured, within 48 hours, the Ghost Martial Tribe will certainly react.

After speaking, Gerrit Harris picked up a teacup and took a sip.

Poof!

But the next moment, he spat it out!

In the teacup.

Unbeknownst when, a small black snake was swimming inside!

"Caution!"

Gerrit Harris was startled and immediately threw away the teacup, overturning the table!

Dozens of spiritual power-infused talismans flew out in an instant!

Suspended in mid-air!

"I've heard, your Black Pine League isn't loyal to the Saint Lord?"

A strange voice echoed from outside.

Following.

A male in a green robe with facial markings slowly walked into the inner hall.

On his arm, several black snakes coiled around.

The snakes, still flicking their tongues.

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