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**Chapter 1171: The Game Has Just Begun**

Shulin Moyu's gaze swept over the various races in the hall. The demon race, the golden eagle race, the fire lion race... Each one was known for their strong physical bodies.

They also felt Shulin Moyu's gaze and glared back, their eyes fierce.

Wang Xing frowned, his face becoming somber, "This is troublesome."

There were nine races in the hall, six of which had enmity with the human race, and three had no enmity but were not friends either. Each one looked strange and, by human standards, extremely ugly.

The human race had few allies, and those they had, like the butterfly race, were not physically strong. Only the dragon race was an exception; they had a good relationship with the human race and were among the strongest in terms of physical strength. But this time, the dragon race did not come.

Wang Xing, being a God Sovereign, had high cultivation and strength, but here, it was useless. Everyone's cultivation was suppressed to the fifth tier of True God, without exception.

Here, the only thing one could rely on was their physical body. His physical body had naturally grown to about the fifth tier of True God due to his God Sovereign cultivation. Compared to these races known for their physical prowess, he had no advantage.

If it were one-on-one, he wouldn't be afraid. But if many attacked him at once, it would be hard to resist. He had already noticed some individuals looking at him with ill intent, as if they might attack at any moment.

Here, it was even more dangerous than in the secret chamber maze.

He lowered his voice, "What should we do?"

Shulin Moyu was indifferent, "No rush, we'll kill them later."

Hmm?

Wang Xing's eyes showed surprise. What did he mean by "kill them later"? He wasn't talking about that; he was asking how to stay alive. Clearly, he felt Shulin Moyu had misunderstood him.

Shulin Moyu's attention was not on those other races. The throne in the center of the hall was emitting a faint glow. The light was very weak, almost unnoticeable unless one looked closely. Even if seen, it would just seem like a faint reflection.

Several demons exchanged glances, looking like they were about to act. Wang Xing kept a close eye on them, his whole body tensing.

Suddenly, the door creaked and slammed shut. The outside light was blocked, and the hall instantly darkened. The darkness was not a problem for anyone present, but the faintly glowing throne became very conspicuous.

Everyone's attention was drawn to the throne. The demons temporarily gave up their intention to act.

"Treasure!"

A demon exclaimed and rushed forward. Several other demons moved simultaneously, blocking the others and glaring at them. If anyone dared to snatch the treasure, they would attack.

At this moment, the demons' numerical advantage became apparent.

Wang Xing looked at Shulin Moyu, who seemed to have the intention to act. Shulin Moyu shook his head, "No rush, the game has just begun."

The game has just begun?

This made Wang Xing feel strange. Did Shulin Moyu know something? After all, Shulin Moyu had entered the manor through the main gate, unlike them, and might have more information.

In his confusion, the demon who rushed forward suddenly showed a look of horror. It was as if he had seen something terrifying. The light on the throne suddenly brightened, and a giant skull appeared. The skull opened its mouth and swallowed the demon.

When everyone came to their senses, the demon had disappeared. Everyone was terrified, and the remaining demons trembled, their eyes filled with fear.

This was no treasure; it was a man-eating trap, no, a demon-eating trap.

Wang Xing whispered, "How did you know?"

Shulin Moyu laughed, "I guessed."

Wang Xing saw that Shulin Moyu didn't answer and didn't press further.

Shulin Moyu had indeed guessed. The garden outside was a chase game, and the secret chamber maze was a puzzle game. The hall should also be a game, but he didn't know the content yet.

But Shulin Moyu was sure that the throne was the key to the game. Anyone who dared to grab the throne before the game started would surely die.

The demons' faces were very ugly. They hadn't expected the throne to suddenly kill someone. The other races' strong individuals looked at the demons with schadenfreude. They had seen what the demons did earlier but didn't dare to speak out due to the numerical and strength disparity. Now that the demons had lost a member, it was good news for them.

The faint light on the throne gradually gathered, revealing a figure. The figure was hazy and blurry, hard to see clearly. But Shulin Moyu's eyes narrowed when he saw the figure. It wore a cloak almost identical to the Skeleton King's.

Combining this with the throne that was at least 70% similar, Shulin Moyu instinctively thought the figure on the throne was the Skeleton King.

"Could the manor's owner be the Skeleton King?"

"That's impossible!"

The Skeleton King was just a summoned creature he had fused with magic; how could it appear here? But the resemblance was uncanny.

At this moment, the hazy figure on the throne raised its head, seemingly looking at everyone in the hall. Everyone except Shulin Moyu felt a chill as if an invisible gaze swept over them.

The hazy figure slowly stood up, and the cloak behind it fluttered without wind. Everyone became alert, not knowing what would happen next. To them, the entire manor was filled with eeriness, and the hazy figure was equally incomprehensible.

The hazy figure patted the throne, and a skull on the throne lit up. A skeleton appeared in the hall. The hazy figure's hoarse voice slowly sounded, "Skeletons are soldiers, you are thieves, limited to one incense stick's time."

A freshly lit incense stick appeared in the figure's hand. As the incense burned, the skeleton charged forward. Everyone scattered in fear, fleeing in all directions. Although the hall was spacious, it felt small when running and hiding.

The skeleton first targeted a demon. The demon didn't know what would happen if caught and fled desperately. Shulin Moyu's mouth twitched, "Cops and robbers... It really is a game." It was indeed a game, and being caught would not end well.

Wang Xing initially wanted to flee too, but seeing Shulin Moyu not moving, he stayed put. He whispered, "He's a demon from the Hell lineage, a Xuanwu Demon."

"His physical body is very strong, known for its power, and is a mainstay in the demon race." Shulin Moyu knew Wang Xing was speaking for his benefit.

There were countless types of demons, more than ten thousand. Shulin Moyu only remembered the stronger ones and their characteristics. He had heard of the Xuanwu Demon, which was indeed strong and had caused significant trouble for the human race.

But now, the Xuanwu Demon was in a sorry state.