With the old witch doctor's ghostly scream, the giant mosquito flapped its transparent thin wings and turned into a streamer, and quickly circled and flew around the hut.

It only took a few fingers to fly all over the mushroom hut, not even the dark corners of the mushroom hut.

But alas, it didn't find anything!

Listening intently to the buzzing of the giant mosquito that landed on his shoulder, Jeke couldn't help but become a little suspicious.

Could it really be that the Holy Artifact was wrong? But this giant mosquito was cultivated by his own hands, and he was born to be good at detecting and perceiving any breath of life. If there is really a foreign enemy infiltrating this area, it is impossible for the giant mosquito not to be found......

This kind of contradiction made the old witch doctor Yeke can't help but mumble a little.

After some small witchcraft tests, but still found nothing, the old witch doctor Yerk was sure that the sound of the blood-dripping spear just now was most likely a false alarm. As for the cause of the false positive, it can only be attributed to the unpredictable providence......

Relieved, the Yeke probe grabbed the giant mosquito and shook it gently, and the other party strangely turned into a puppet again. Hanging it around his waist, Yerk stood up, stretched out his shriveled and emaciated arm, and tried to pull out the blood-dripping spear that had been stuck upside down in the sacrifice.

But just as its spirit relaxed slightly, a strange black humanoid golem suddenly appeared in the dark shadow beneath it. The sharp claws mounted on the left and right arms silently pierced through the left waist and the back of the head, and quickly stirred and shook inside.

There is an enemy......

A strong instinct of death instantly enveloped Yeke's mind.

By the time it realized the danger, the Shadow Fiend's attack had already landed on its body, and it exploded in full force.

Two well-placed shadow forces emanated from the tip of the sharp claws, exploding straight into Jerk's heart and skull, instantly killing his life force in a daze.

Yeke didn't even have a chance to resist, his body shook and shook, and then he slowly softened, and was gently 'covered' by the Shadow Fiend and sat down again.

The Shadow Demon held Yeck's corpse to lean leaning against the stone wall, closing its eyes in anger. From a distance, outsiders would only think that the old wizard had fallen asleep because he was overworked, and how could they have thought that he had actually been assassinated.

After setting up the scene, the Shadow Demon floated and put the blood-dripping spear in the center of the stone hall into the storage ring. Then with a flicker of his body, he lurked out of the mushroom hut.

In order to create this fourth-order shadow demon, Grim has invested a lot of money.

Not to mention the storage rings, even the few dark treasures that had just arrived, Grim did not hesitate to smash them on the body of the Shadow Fiend.

Ring of Shadows...... Breath of Darkness......

These two Tier 4 witch weapons are on the Shadow Fiend's body.

In addition, even the Shadow Orb, Grim let the Shadow Demon bring it over.

There's no way, if you want to run to fight in the lair of an indigenous god, you can't hold down the field without anything.

However, slaughtering a 3rd order old guy and getting his hands on a 4th order magic weapon, this account is still quite cost-effective!

Anyway, with the strength of that Quetzalcoatl, it is impossible to create a higher-level magic weapon. Even the blood-dripping spear in front of him could be a fourth-order holy weapon that the Quetzalcoatl God had spent a hundred years of faith to create.

The reason why it was placed here by the old witch doctor Yerk was also for the convenience of coming.

Quetzalcoatl hadn't taken half a step out of his lair for thousands of years, and everything that happened in the troll kingdom was handled by the troll leader and Jerk. It's only when they encounter those tricky things that are difficult to solve that the trolls pray to Quetzalcoatl for strength.

And this Rank 4 Hallows is the basis for its projection power.

With the power of the blood-dripping spear, the Quetzalcoatl was able to project his power almost intact beyond the lair. In this way, it can radiate its power to any corner of the troll kingdom almost without leaving its home.

The premise, of course, is that the Blood Lance is under the control of the Trolls.

Now that the blood-dripping spear had fallen into the hands of the Shadow Fiend, the Quetzalcoatl God was missing another weapon to use if he wanted to use his might.

This is a good thing for Grim, who is bent on coming to find trouble, no matter what!

The Shadow Fiend is a mass of shadows, constantly jumping and weaving from shadow to shadow. Sometimes in the shadow behind a stone pillar, sometimes in the shadow of a spear-wielding troll guard, sometimes in the shadow of a jumping torch......

No matter how small a shadow is, it can become a space for the Shadow Demon to lodge.

Looking out and observing from the shadowed space from all angles, the world seen is so strange and distorted, completely different from everything Grim has seen with human vision in the past. This is obviously difficult for Grim's human habits to accept. But the Shadow Fiend seems to be at ease, and even a little free.

Many times, Shadow Fiend will choose to stay in the shadows of a troll patrolman, watch two large black feet slash above his head through a hazy and illusory gray barrier, and then silently observe the vibrating and swaying gray world around him through the gap between the opponent's legs.

This kind of vision, this kind of perception, simply makes Grim feel dizzy!

In terms of the control of the power of shadows, Shadow Fiend's talent potential is obviously much higher than that of Grimm.

Therefore, Grim did not control the Shadow Demon body with his own hands, but controlled its every move with small and small commands.

This time, Shadow Fiend has infiltrated nowhere else, but the magnificent temple that stands high above the city.

At this point, it's no longer the usual troll warriors and troll hunters who are in charge of cruising with spears. The people who can set foot in the temple and defend Quetzalcoatl in the sacred realm are carefully selected Tier 2 trolls.

However, their cruising range was also around the temple, but they did not dare to set foot in the temple for half a step.

So, when Shadow Fiend emerged from the shadows beneath a temple guard, the next hiding space he chose was the massive shadow cast by the tall temple's thick stone pillars on the jade-white floor.

Through this shadow, Shadow Demon and Grim were able to slowly extend their spiritual perception into the main hall.

The hall was empty, and there was not half a figure in sight.

But in the center of the main hall, there is a huge stone platform, on which stands a lifelike, lifelike statue of a huge feathered serpent.

The cold scale armor, the spindle-shaped strange body, the outstretched strange wings, the long snake tail entrenched behind him, the terrifying fangs that are sharp, and the strange vertical pupils that flicker with cold light......

It was obviously just a stone statue, but in Grim's eyes, there was already a trace of the soul aura unique to high-level life. And its pestle stood on the stone platform in the center of the main hall, and the faint spiritual fluctuations had already covered every inch of space here, leaving no chance for people to sneak in at all.

If the aura of Grim and the Shadow Demon hadn't completely merged with the shadow aura projected by the stone pillar, it would have been difficult to hide the stone statue's impeccable spiritual perception.

When he arrived here, Grim didn't even dare to leak out the slightest breath, and could only use the springboard of the shadow demon to passively perceive everything in the hall.

The Quetzalcoatl isn't here, but there must be a spatial singularity that leads to its lair.

Don't ask Grim how he knows, because that's what Alice told him.

As for how Alice knows, hehe, to put it mildly, since Alice advanced to the 4th rank, this otherworldly native god has no privacy in her eyes. Alice can even 'peep' at how she pampered the male Quetzalcoatl guards, if necessary.

The profession of Witch of Destiny, although it is a little weak in terms of combat power, but in some aspects, it is very strong and fearsome!

According to Alice's description, the spatial singularity is located within the chest and abdomen of the Quetzalcoatl.

It's hollow, and there's no problem accommodating a finger-sized spatial singularity.

If it was just Grimm, it would be extremely difficult to sneak into the other party's lair without the spiritual consciousness attached to the stone statue by Quetzalcoatl.

It's not even possible.

But now, with the help of Shadow Fiend, it's easier again.

Grim commanded, and the shadow orb hidden in the Shadow Fiend's body trembled slightly.

Silently, as long as there were shadows in the entire temple space, there couldn't help but cause a slight wave. Although this power is small, it cannot hide the perception of Quetzalcoatl's spiritual consciousness.

Almost at the moment when the power of the shadows 'waved', the Quetzalcoatl's ontological consciousness was invested.

The strange vertical pupils of the tall Quetzalcoatl statue lit up, and a huge and surging spiritual consciousness instantly enveloped the entire temple, and quickly calmed down the sudden shadow fluctuations.

Hmm? Was it a strange trick created by some enemy, or was something wrong with the Shadow Realm that affected this?

With all kinds of doubts, Quetzalcoatl's ontological consciousness turned into a dense giant net, and quickly scanned the entire temple, but still did not find anything abnormal.

There are no enemies...... That's what went wrong in the shadow realm, and it spread to the material plane!

If it were in the past, the cautious Quetzalcoatl God would definitely try his best to extend his spiritual power to the shadow realm and investigate the cause of the fluctuation of the shadow power. However, the long-term mental and physical wear and tear made it lazy and tired.

In addition, as soon as it left, the little life in the giant egg in the mysterious lair began to stir restlessly.

This situation also made Quetzalcoatl become impetuous, and he turned around and returned to the lair without bothering to probe the cause of the fluctuations in the power of the shadows.

And how did it know, at the moment when its proprioceptive consciousness was projected out and passed through the spatial singularity, a guy who was more adept at concealing power had slipped into its lair in a grand manner.

Just as it was possessing the stone statue to find the enemy, the Shadow Demon Scroll had quietly arrived at the strange god space with Grim's spiritual consciousness.