<h4>Chapter 2360: Chapter 2360: Arrival at Autumn Name Mountain</h4>


    Before Julius Reed could inquire further, the interior of the temple suddenly changed.


    The phantoms, who originally looked nk and moved like an assembly line, suddenly turned around and looked at the two of them.


    Julius Reed had been to the temple before, more than once.


    Every visit had never encountered this situation.


    Except for the first time.


    The first time was because of the mischief of the white tiger and green snake on him, triggering an attack by the phantoms.


    But this time, thoseher beasts on him were dormant, and besides, the phantoms looked very purposeful.


    There’s a problem!


    "Haha." Trent Marsh suddenlyughed loudly, not afraid of disturbing the phantoms before him in the slightest.


    "Julius Reed, even you can make a mistake? And to think, I believed you were infallible."


    Thisugh made Julius Reed almost believe that everything in front of him was Trent Marsh’s scheme.


    But thinking carefully, Trent Marsh didn’t seem to have the brain for that.


    Currently analyzing, the greatest possibility might be the Prophet.


    The bodies outside looked more like a warning.


    The real danger was inside this temple.


    "Interesting, that dog Prophet actually modified our assembly line," Trent Marsh looked at the phantoms before him and chuckled, "If I’m not mistaken, they now only have loyalty to the Prophet."


    "Master, aren’t you just being schemed against? Don’t worry, watch me protect you. You better not stay silent. If you stay silent, I’m really not used to it." Trent Marsh kept talking, his face full of smugness.


    He finally caught an opportunity and he felt extremely delighted!


    Eager to vent all his grievances from these days!


    Mock me, strike me?


    Well now, are you overturned?


    Julius Reed did not speak; Trent Marsh’s words reminded him that the Prophet merely made some tweaks, and everything was still the same as before.


    Thinking, he began to activate theher beasts within him.


    The red rat ne appeared on Julius Reed’s neck.


    Just as expected, the moment the red rat appeared, the killing intent in the phantoms’ eyes vanished and turned to Trent Marsh.


    In their mechanical recognition consciousness, the red rat was one of them.


    The Prophet merely changed the object of loyalty, nothing else.


    "There’s quite a few it seems." Trent Marsh looked at the hundreds of phantoms before him, and he was somewhat excited.


    He was naturally warlike, the more encounters with such fights, the happier he became.


    "Julius Reed, let’s have a contest and see who kills the most, how about it?" Trent Marsh was a bit antsy.


    He didn’t like plots and schemes; being able to have a fight was the mostfortable thing.


    "Who told you that I miscalcted?" Julius Reed chuckled, walked to those phantoms.


    Even in front of Trent Marsh, he couldn’t admit any miscalction!


    "Still being stubborn?" Trent Marshughed, "I know you too well, if you didn’t miscalcte, you’d have surely called me a dumb pig!"


    "You are a dumb pig!" Julius Reed stood in front of the phantoms, turned to face Trent Marsh, "Look, do they seem like they intend to attack me now?"


    "I..." Trent Marsh widened his eyes and looked closely.


    The phantoms surprisingly did not have any intention of attacking.


    "What’s going on!" Trent Marsh was dumbfounded, feeling like a clown.


    "Nothing much, I was worried someone might follow uster, so I designed all this in advance. Just now, I didn’t speak just to hit you when you’re most smug, so that you’ll be humble in the future." Julius Reed said calmly.


    Trent Marsh looked crestfallen, his eyes full of unwillingness!


    Why!


    Why like this!


    Damn it!


    He clenched his knife tightly, full of energy with nowhere to vent.


    "I hate you!" Trent Marsh squeezed these words from between his teeth.


    After speaking, he put away his knife and walked towards Julius Reed.


    But the looks in the phantoms’ eyes were somewhat off.


    Julius Reed had the red rat; Trent Marsh had nothing.


    He was an outlier, an intruder, a target for attack.


    If Trent Marsh got attacked, Julius Reed’s words would be wed.


    "Don’t be upset, brother." Thinking of this, Julius Reed quickly approached and put a hand on Trent Marsh’s shoulder, perfectly revealing a white tiger tattoo on his wrist.


    The phantoms’ eyes carried attack, but due to the white tiger’s presence, the attack seemed very hesitant.


    Taking advantage of the interval, Julius Reed pulled Trent Marsh along, quickly arriving at the golden door.


    Dys might risk changes!


    He briefly searched, finding a temple closest to Autumn Name Mountain.


    Fiercely pulled the door, and went inside.


    The wind whistled by his ears.


    After a little while, the two appeared again in a void.


    Julius Reed activated the powers of the green snake, leaving the idol, and appeared in another temple.


    "You really are a genius; I admire you." Trent Marsh sincerely admired.


    "I’ve always wondered how the teleportation links between temples work?" Julius Reed had long been puzzled by this, never having figured it out.


    "It’s simple, we just break through terrain barriers. Fold a piece of paper together, the two ends nearly coincide." Trent Marsh exined, "This is all the masterpiece of our Fourth Brother. I’m a rough man, good at fighting, not much else."


    When Trent Marsh spoke, he couldn’t hide his disappointment.


    He was very proud, but consecutive blows had plunged this War God into deep self-doubt.


    "Actually, against anyone besides me, you’re still very strong." Julius Reedforted him, "It’s okay; it’s not embarrassingpared to me."


    This was a constion, but to Trent Marsh it was bragging.


    But indeed, he wasn’t as skilled; he chose to endure.


    Leaving the Autumn Name Mountain temple, Julius Reed didn’t call Dragon Dance.


    He took out his phone and looked at the map.


    Discovering that surrounding Autumn Name Mountain, there was only a small town, basically a tourist spot.


    It was dozens of kilometers from them.


    "Why don’t you call Dragon Dance? Confirm the location?" Trent Marsh looked around and found that there were no people here, very remote.


    No wonder, the temple was built in such remote ces.


    Once someone enters, they basically face a death sentence.


    Ensuring no one can leave alive.


    "Calling now exposes us all." Julius Reed studied the map carefully; three kilometers away, there was a winding mountain road.


    "Going by what I know about Dragon Dance, she’s probably already arrived. So, her only resting ce must be a hotel with lots of people."


    Julius Reed analyzed as he looked, "With people, it’s convenient for her to act and observe."


    "But we’re still quite far from the hotel. Time is way too important for us." Trent Marsh knew how to read maps; his favorite thing was learning new things.


    "Are you worried there are no cars on Autumn Name Mountain?" Julius Reed chuckled and left briskly.


    "Good one, Autumn Name Mountain?" Upon hearing Autumn Name Mountain, Trent Marsh understood what was going on.


    He followed closely behind Julius Reed, afraid of falling behind.