Chapter 839


    Under Lawrence’s intense gaze, the red–robed messenger lifted his hand as he hovered over the


    mask, slowly lifting it up


    Lawrence’s eyes remained fixated on the red–robed messenger’s mask, desperate to catch a


    glimpse of the hidden face behind it.


    Despite their prolonged confrontation, Lawrence had yet to witness the true countenance of the


    enigmatic red–robed messenger.


    However, just as Lawrence’s anticipation peaked, the red–robed messenger abruptly pulled the


    mask back on and spoke with a deep voice, “I recall it now. There is another extraordinary treasure


    in my possession.”


    Disappointment mingled with determination as Lawrence persisted. “This mask would be ideal for


    the array. It would be the perfect choice as the key point for the array formation.”


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    Fixing the mask securely, the red–robed messenger’s voice resonated with certainty, “I possess a


    treasure of even greater value and superior quality. If it bes the key point, the array’s potency


    will definitely be further amplified.”


    With a swift motion, the red–robed messenger reached into his chest and pull out a piece of stone,


    casting it before Lawrence. He dered, “This extraterrestrial meteorite exudes formidable and


    pristine power. Incorporating it as the key point will unquestionably enhance your spirit gathering


    array.”


    The red–robed messenger’s sudden hesitation made him question the initial hastiness of revealing


    his face.


    As a member of the Radiant Society, the red–robed messenger had made countless enemies and


    spilled much blood. Exposing his true identity to Lawrence would undoubtedly invite severe


    repercussions.


    Lawrence directed his gaze toward the extraterrestrial meteorite resting on the ground. Its


    hexagonal shape was adorned with countless protrusions, emanating an eerie blue–ck hue that


    starkly contrasted against the snowy white backdrop.


    A surge of audacious thoughts raced through Lawrence’s mind at the mere sight of the stone.


    “Seize it! im it! Take it by force!”


    His intuition whispered that the meteorite held a wondrous power, capable of unleashing his


    potential to astounding heights should he extract its powers and incorporate it into his body.


    Consumed by the fervor of his ambitions, Lawrence’s determination knew no bounds as he


    schemed to obtain the stone at any cost.


    Drawing a deep breath, Lawrence’s tightened his grip around the meteorite, weighing its


    significance in his palm. He spoke with unwavering conviction, “Although the extraterrestrial


    meteorite brims with formidable energy, it may not perfectly align with the spirit gathering array. Its


    ipatibility will inevitably weaken the formation’s efficacy. However, if you refuse to hand over


    the mask, I shall reluctantly incorporate this instead.”


    Having uttered his decision, Lawrence strode purposefully to the designated spot and firmly ced


    the meteorite in position.


    The entire cave quivered as the meteorite settled into ce.


    Brilliant patterns etched into the ground radiated a luminous glow, and an unprecedented tempest


    roared into existence. engulfing Lawrence within the confines of the array.


    “Is this array?” the red–robed messenger asked in amazement.


    Excitement flickered in his eyes as he surveyed the tumultuous gusts of wind. The storm’s arrival


    only further cemented his belief in the potency of Lawrence’s array.


    Never before had the red–robed messenger encountered such a fierce gale during his extensive


    time within the cave.


    Its origin could only be attributed to the workings of the array.


    The spirit gathering array concealed profound mysteries that defiedprehension.


    Buffeted by the powerful winds, Lawrence found himself momentarily disoriented, his confusion


    evident in his bewildered eyes. “Whence does this winde from?” he thought in confusion.


    Eagerly, the red–robed messenger implored, “Tell me swiftly how to extract the enigmatic power


    from your mind.”


    Just then, a cold, disdainful voice pierced the air, interrupting their exchange. “Red–robed


    messenger, are you truly so gullible? Do you genuinely believe this array holds any power?”


    Immediately after, Hau materialized before Lawrence with an eerie swiftness, his presence akin


    to that of a phantom His trosty gaze locked onto the red–robed messenger, exuding an intense


    sense of scrutiny.