A Man Like None Other Chapter 6877 Saving the Mako Gene

A Man Like None Other Chapter 6877 Saving the Mako Gene

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He didn’t act immediately.

Even though Qing Shuang City was only a medium-sized city, the fact that the Grand Elder of the City Lord’s Mansion was able to defeat Xuan Zhenzi meant that he had at least the cultivation level of a level two Great Luo Golden Immortal.

In addition to the defensive formations and guards in the city lord’s residence, alerting the enemy could put Xuanzhenzi in an even more dangerous situation.

He needed to wait until night fell, until the people calmed down, and until his divine sense had completely grasped the location of the dungeon and the weak points of its defenses, before he could save Xuanzhenzi in one fell swoop.

Night slowly arrived.

One by one, the artificial light sources in Qingshuang City were extinguished, the number of pedestrians on the streets decreased, and the number of security officers on patrol decreased, plunging the entire city into a silent and eerie darkness.

The city lord’s mansion was located in the center of the city, covering a large area. The walls were made of thick, cold ironstone, with watchtowers at the four corners. The footsteps of the guards on patrol could be heard passing through the walls every time an incense stick was lit, indicating that the city was heavily guarded.

David’s figure appeared silently in the shadow of the north wall of the city lord’s mansion.

He did not activate his spiritual power, nor did he fly. He only used his physical strength to jump lightly. His gray robe brushed against the walls without making a sound, and he drifted down gently into the courtyard like a fallen leaf.

The moment his divine sense arrived, it spread out and precisely locked onto the location of the dungeon entrance.

Beneath the rocks in the back garden of the city lord’s mansion, the entrance was hidden, covered in vines, and guarded by two second-rank Gold Immortals. Their spiritual energy fluctuations were stable, indicating that they had undergone rigorous training.

David moved across the courtyard like a ghost, avoiding the patrolling guards, and quietly approached the dungeon entrance.

Before the two guards could turn around, they felt a numbness in the back of their necks, their consciousness immediately sank into darkness, and they collapsed limply to the ground.

David gently supported their bodies with his chaotic power before they fell to the ground, without making a sound.

Then, with a wave of his hand, the iron gate at the dungeon entrance melted soundlessly due to the origin of chaos, turning into a handful of iron dust that fell at his feet, revealing a stone staircase stretching downwards.

Stone steps descend, and a damp, cold atmosphere envelops you. The stone walls are covered with dark green moss.

Several dim oil lamps flickered in the corners of the room, casting shadows along the hallway, and the faint smell of blood and mold filled the air.

David walked steadily down the path, his steps light and quiet, his divine sense constantly monitoring his surroundings to prevent any ambushes.

At the end of the hall there is a row of prison cells surrounded by thick iron bars. Some of them were empty, but there were faint energy fluctuations coming from the deepest cells.

Inside the cell, a thin figure sat cross-legged on a pile of cold hay. His Daoist robes were tattered and bloodstained, his long, gray hair was disheveled, and his face was gaunt yet exuded an air of calm authority.