Chapter 79

Retrieve the Artifact from the Prison of Judgment: The Exile's Land, the Prison of Judgment, was an independent space where all races on the continent exiled their criminals in ancient times. This space was abandoned and closed after the arrival of demons, leaving the criminals to fend for themselves. However, recent research suggests that a long, long time ago, a criminal brought a terrifying artifact into the Prison of Judgment! Recently, the space of the Prison of Judgment has become abnormal. Please enter the Prison of Judgment and retrieve the artifact before any changes occur to prevent irreparable damage.

"Prison of Judgment..." Unfolding the letter, Mu Feng saw this task.

"The Prison of Judgment is the place of exile for all races, and each race covets the artifact. To prevent a civil war, it was agreed that each race would send a hero! This means you might encounter interference, theft, or even assassination from other players during the mission! Therefore, this task is extremely challenging. You must retrieve the artifact. Even if you fail, you must not let the Dark Tribe get it! How confident are you?" Asal asked Mu Feng.

"No problem!" Mu Feng did not expect the challenge to be so high! Engaging with experts from various races made his blood boil! First, there was the rivalry between the two major factions that had to unite due to the demons, and even players within the same faction might suddenly turn on each other to secure the artifact for their race! It required not only courage but also intelligence!

"We are all old now. The hope of the Elven race is in your hands!" Asal looked at Mu Feng and saw the days when he and his old brothers, like Skasa, roamed the continent. Now... his brothers had passed away for various reasons, and he was the only one left!

"How do I get to the Prison of Judgment?" Mu Feng asked. The task mentioned that the Prison of Judgment was an independent space, so he couldn't ride a flying mount there.

"You need to open a spatial gate to enter the Prison of Judgment. Follow me!" Asal led Mu Feng out of the guild and directly to the Moon Temple!

"Asal, you finally came!" In the Moon Temple, the presidents of all the Elven racial guilds had already gathered! They stood in special positions around a huge magic array, waiting for Asal and Mu Feng!

"Are you all ready?" Asal asked.

"Hmph, why this cursed one? Our Druid lineage clearly has better candidates!" The president of the Druid guild, dressed in clothes made of green plants and holding a staff covered in branches and leaves, said discontentedly.

"What? Kailar, are you不服 (unconvinced)? This is the queen's order, and besides, Melancholy Wind is indeed the strongest new talent in the entire race. Your Druid lineage's strongest new talent hasn't even reached level 30, right?" Asal countered. Although the Druid lineage had been suppressed for years, it still had considerable influence. But he, Asal, was not afraid of him.

Mu Feng's eyebrows raised when he heard Asal say this. He didn't expect to get this task with Theresa's help, making it impossible to return without the artifact! The originally lazy Mu Feng immediately became serious. When Mu Feng was serious, it meant trouble for other players!

"Hmph!" Kailar was speechless, what could he say with the Druid players not being strong enough? "Hey, you! In front of so many guild presidents, you're still wearing a cloak? Do you know this is disrespectful to us! We are expending a lot of energy to teleport you to the unstable and long-closed Prison of Judgment!" Kailar targeted Mu Feng, who stood out in his gray cloak.

"Me?" Mu Feng smiled. He gently removed the hood of his cloak, revealing eyes that burned with flames!

"You! What kind of monster are you!" Kailar was startled by Mu Feng's terrifying appearance!

"Kailar! You better explain yourself! This is the closest form to the founder of the Demon Hunter, Illidan! You call him a monster? Want to fight?" Asal summoned a pair of black moonblades emitting terrifying black smoke, staring angrily at Kailar.

"Enough, old men, are you still bickering? Let's start the teleportation!" The other guild presidents finally intervened to prevent a fight.

"Hmph!" Asal and Kailar had to suppress their anger and took their positions.

"Stand in the center of the magic array!" Asal told Mu Feng.

"Okay!" Mu Feng put his hood back on and stood in the designated magic array.

Ancient and obscure Elven language began to chant, and the originally calm magic array gradually glowed with intense magical light under the power of the guild presidents. Magic runes lit up, and magical energy swirled in the array, forming a strange black door from a sea of magical energy! The door was carved with various terrifying punishments, and the people inside screamed in pain and despair, looking so real despite being just carvings. Thick chains locked the door, with a strange black metal lock in the center.

The originally peaceful Elven incantation suddenly became intense, and all the guild presidents trembled from the powerful magical output. Colorful magical energy climbed up the magic door.

"Click, click, click..." With a sharp sound, the chains connected to the giant lock broke, and the heavy lock fell.

"Creak..." The black door slowly opened a crack, emitting a blackish-purple light that looked terrifying.

"Melancholy Wind, the fate of the Elven race is in your hands. You must retrieve the artifact!" Asal shouted! The door opened completely with a loud click, like a giant mouth waiting to devour.

"Whoosh!" Mu Feng did not respond, raised his cloak, and without looking back, plunged into the blackish-purple void!

"Click!" After Mu Feng completely entered, the door closed heavily and slowly sank into the magic array. The magical light gradually faded, leaving only the silent magic array and the almost exhausted guild presidents.

The door behind him closed heavily, and Mu Feng faced a dark spatial tunnel. With no way back, he could only keep moving forward. Finally, he reached the end and fell through empty space!

A black spatial rift suddenly appeared in mid-air, and a figure in a gray cloak fell out with a thud.

"Damn!" Mu Feng was very dissatisfied with this landing. Rubbing his nearly broken waist, he finally managed to stand up.

Before he could adapt to this independent space called the Prison of Judgment, a sound like a thousand horses galloping came from the distance. A terrifying sandstorm rapidly approached!

"Damn! Is it a sandstorm?" Mu Feng said gloomily.

However, as the sandstorm drew closer, he realized it was caused by countless monsters running! And at the forefront of the monster horde was a thin figure in a red cloak!