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Elder Klonor couldn't help but feel somewhat agitated.

It was clear that humans were up to mischief behind the scenes, using the strength of the Lickers to delay their progress, yet they didn't have a good way to deal with it.

The Temple of Incantation was left by the ancestors of the tree spirit tribe, and no one dared to suggest the blasphemous idea of forcibly destroying it.

Under the interference of the Lickers, it took nearly 15 minutes to completely clear the thick layer of soil blocking the passage.

Immediately, everyone entered the basement warehouse area to investigate.

"Hmm?"

Seeing the scene inside the basement, Klonor couldn't help but feel extremely surprised, letting out a soft gasp.

Odd, there was nothing here?

The storage hall seemed to have experienced a fierce earthquake, with debris and rubble scattered everywhere, except for the piled-up mine carts, there was almost nothing else.

Something's wrong!