A Man Like None Other Chapter 6327 Siege
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- Discover the grim atmosphere of a desolate northern mine.
- Uncover the formidable defenses guarding the mine.
- Learn about the plight of the enslaved workers.
A desolate northern mine awaits. Darkness and cold permeate the valley. Mysterious chains bind the workers.
The Northern Mine was located at the northernmost tip of Fifteenth Heaven, in a remote valley.
Pre-dawn darkness enveloped the entire valley; the starlight was dim, and the moon was covered by clouds.
The air was cold and damp, and the ice flowers on the ground shimmered with silver-white light in the dim light.
The valley is flanked by towering cliffs, which are barren and devoid of any vegetation.
Sebuah lubang besar digali dari dasar lembah, lebarnya ratusan kaki dan kedalamannya ratusan kaki, seperti mulut raksasa yang terbuka ke arah langit.
The walls of the mine shaft were full of pitch black and bottomless mine shafts. Every now and then, a gust of wind would blow out, bringing with it the smell of decay and dust.
The mine was surrounded by a golden light curtain, which was the sacred light barrier of the Tribunal.
The runes on the light screen were arranged very densely, like countless eyes, flashing alertly in the darkness.
Di luar penghalang cahaya, para kultivator ilahi berpatroli, dengan tim yang terdiri dari sepuluh orang setiap seratus kaki, baju zirah mereka berkilauan dan tombak mereka tajam.
Their footsteps were in unison and very clearly audible in the silent night.
In the center of the mine stood a stone hall, which was the residence of the guard commander.
The stone hall was built of black stone, square in shape, without windows, only an iron door.
Dua kultivator Klan Ilahi Tingkat Empat Alam Abadi Sejati berdiri di pintu masuk aula batu, satu di sebelah kiri dan satu di sebelah kanan, seperti dua patung batu.
They wore golden armor, had long swords at their waists, and their eyes scanned the surroundings like those of eagles.
Inside the mine, hundreds of monks dressed in rags were working.
Some of them had worked all night, their eyes were bloodshot and their faces were as pale as paper.
They were all bound by black chains—chains that locked the spirits.
The chains were forged from ancient cold iron and engraved with sealing runes; it was a magical artifact specifically designed to suppress souls.
Once locked, spiritual energy cannot circulate, leaving one completely at the mercy of others.
Salah satu ujung rantai diikatkan ke pergelangan tangan dan pergelangan kaki mereka, dan ujung lainnya diikatkan ke tiang besi di pintu masuk tambang, sehingga membatasi pergerakan mereka ke area tetap.
Their clothes were tattered, revealing their emaciated bodies.
Some people dig with pickaxes, the pickaxes hitting the rocks with a dull sound; others pushed mine carts, the carts were heavy, leaving deep bloody scars on their shoulders; others sifted ore, their hands cut and bleeding from sharp stones.
Nobody spoke.
Satu-satunya suara yang terdengar hanyalah suara sekop yang menghantam bebatuan, derit gerobak tambang yang berguling, dan sesekali batuk serta erangan.