<h4>Chapter 2063: Chapter 2063: Marthew Abernathy’s Overbearing Aura</h4>


    "Something’s wrong! Close the coffin!"


    Shadow Kims clenched the Longsword, his eyes fixed intensely on the coffin.


    He sensed a force, simr to the one Julius Reed encountered at the Dusty tform when facing those monks!


    It was manipting the body inside the coffin.


    "Ilia Danvers, are you sure there’s no issue with this body?" Just as Shadow Kims finished speaking, someone mmed the coffin shut.


    Boom!


    With a loud bang.


    Seeing the coffin lid closed, Shadow Kims finally felt a bit relieved.


    "What’s wrong with the body?" Ilia Danvers cautiously approached the coffin with his people and asked, "What happened just now?"


    "Someone is controlling this body. I can clearly feel that force not far from here." Shadow Kims looked around cautiously and said, "To be safe, close theboratory door to ensure no one cane in."


    "If the danger is in here, we’ll be trapped inside," Ilia Danvers nced around, giving instructions to his subordinates.


    "Closing the golden door can block the external force and ensure they can’t control the Prophet’s body. As long as we conduct research in your territory, what unexpected events are there to worry about?" Shadow Kims exined.


    The entireboratory was made of pure gold.


    It could block all the temple’s powers.


    "But I still feel like something’s not right." Suddenly startled, Shadow Kims said, "I feel like my power has diminished a lot."


    His skills were still there, but noticeably weaker.


    Not at the level he should be.


    "This is the ruin of the Nine Spirits Temple, and the temple suppresses the power within us," Ilia Danvers exined, "Don’t worry; precisely because of this, outsiders have no way to ambush us. Anyone connected to the temple will be suppressed upon entering. Speaking of martial artists, ours are the best in the world."


    "Nine Spirits Temple?" Shadow Kims was surprised.


    The Nine Spirits Temple was one of the threergest temples but was destroyed in war.


    Unexpectedly, the Dusty tform was the ruins of the Nine Spirits Temple.


    Their power originated from the temple, so naturally, they would be suppressed by it.


    Due to the golden obstruction, Shadow Kims did not lose all his power like Pranay Martinez outside, but retained some.


    However, it was limited to the Grandmaster realm.


    In other words, they might not even be able to defeat an ordinary Great Grandmaster.


    "My suggestion is still to close all doors to prevent any unexpected incidents," Shadow Kims advised cautiously, as he was dealing with the body of the Prophet, not anyone else.


    The Prophet was extremely fearsome.


    Even dead, a corpse was enough to terrify.


    And with the precedent of Pruitt Wilde, what if the Prophet revived?


    He needed to consider every unfavorable situation.


    Any carelessness could lead to destruction.


    "Alright. I’ll listen to you." Ilia Danvers waved to his servants behind him, "Close the door!"


    Boom!


    With a loud bang.


    Theboratory’s door was closed.


    "Report, there’s nothing unusual outside. I’ve already ordered the guards to increase patrols and remain vignt," a manager reported to Ilia Danvers.


    He was responsible for managing the martial artists and was Ilia Danvers’ most trusted guard.


    Within the temple ruins, no emperor could exert their power, and Ilia Danvers operated in Mont, bringing together a powerful group of Grandmasters to ensure no one could cause trouble here.


    This is why he confidently suppressed the Prophet, continuously extracting benefits.


    His reliancey in the martial artists under Ilia Danvers, as everyone’s power was suppressed.


    Boom!


    Just as Shadow Kims was pondering what felt off!


    The coffin made another sound.


    "What’s going on!" Shadow Kims jumped, fully engrossed in his thoughts; the loud noise was particrly frightening in the confinedboratory.


    Boom!


    Another loud bang!


    The coffin lid trembled uncontrobly.


    Boom!


    The third loud bang!


    The coffin lid flew right off!


    Dropping to the ground.


    The Prophet sat upright.


    "Emperor, what’s going on!" Shadow Kims was stunned.


    The golden coffin lid couldn’t suppress it?


    How unscientific this is!


    "Damn it!" Ilia Danvers pped his thigh in frustration, "Absolutely encountered a dishonest merchant; the gold they gave me is impure!"


    "You’re gonna kill me!" Shadow Kims took off hisb coat, raised the golden sword in his hand, nervously staring at the Prophet’s body.


    "You can’t me me." Ilia Danvers also held two des, said helplessly, "After the temple emerged, gold became scarce; even with money, it’s hard to buy. Just think, how much gold did thisboratory cost, it’s astronomical! Most of the gold on the market is impure."


    This enormousboratory cost an uncountable amount of gold.


    Even nearly depleting the world’s gold mines.


    "Boss, our brothers outside were all killed!"


    Suddenly, the manager shouted, "Monk Soldiers! The Monk Soldiers we created have turned against us! They’ve killed our martial artists!"


    "What!" Ilia Danvers snatched the monitor, looking at the screen.


    Originally, they produced Monk Soldiers, now unrestrainedly ughtering the martial artists stationed by Ilia Danvers at the Dusty tform.


    The Monk Soldiers’bat power was something even Great Grandmasters couldn’t match!


    The entire battle was nearly a one-sided massacre!


    "Quick, tell the brothers to immediately withdraw from the Dusty tform! This is my order, they must survive! They cannot die here meaninglessly!" Ilia Danvers gave orders sternly,


    No mistakes allowed!


    Those were his forces, those martial artists stood no chance against the monks; staying would mean meaningless ughter!


    "Understood! I will give the order right away!" The manager ran off with the monitor.


    "We’ve been yed."


    Ilia Danvers looked at Shadow Kims and Julius Reed, giving a helplessugh, "I even suspect now if this Prophet is real or fake!"


    "Who cares if it’s real or fake! How could those Monk Soldiers turn? Without your orders, without your control, shouldn’t they all be immobilized?" Shadow Kims felt half dejected, why so unluckytely!


    Everywhere he went, something happened!


    "I want to know too!" Ilia Danvers squinted, his expression grave.


    The Prophet emerged from the coffin and began to move.


    He looked around, his gaze locking onto the golden door!


    "Oh no! Stop him quickly!" Shadow Kims pointed the Longsword at the Prophet’s body!


    The Prophet’s body met with gold, yet it didn’t obstruct but instead caught it with one hand, directly breaking it and tossing it on the ground!


    "He’s trying to open the golden door! Once opened, with our power suppressed, none of us will survive!" Shadow Kims shouted.


    "Move aside!" Ilia Danvers leapt in front of the Prophet’s body, coldly stating, "I’ll handle it!"


    The Prophet’s body opened his arms, directly lunging at him!


    "Damn! I have to handle this myself again!" Ilia Danvers took a deep breath!


    Boom!


    A barrier of airflow appeared before him!


    The Prophet’s body, with violent power, crashed right into it!


    Boom!


    With a loud bang.


    The body flew back several dozen meters, falling heavily to the ground.


    "Marthew Abernathy’s Dominance?" Julius Reed squinted, noting its simrity to Grace River’s!