Arriving at the library, this was Yang Xinxin's domain.

In her early years, due to polio, her legs had been disabled, preventing her from going out. Therefore, she spent most of her time in libraries and dormitories.

Although a vast amount of knowledge could be obtained online, some libraries held resources that couldn't be found on the internet.

Liang Yue pulled out a book. It was filled with what looked like ghostly scribbles, completely incomprehensible to her.

"The script of the Demon Kingdom, I can't read it at all!"

She said helplessly.

Yang Xinxin, however, stated, "These are ancient scripts of the esoteric sect, passed down from the same lineage as the Snowy Plateau Region."

She turned to Mu Yan and said, "Take all of these away! Every single thing, leave nothing behind."

Having been with Zhang Yi for a long time, she had gradually learned his way of doing things.

After all, they didn't have that much time on this trip to search slowly.

Mu Yan nodded and immediately opened her Shadow Space, starting to collect all the books, along with the bookshelves, into the Shadow Space.

Yang Xinxin watched from the side.

Suddenly, her gaze was drawn to several large display cases in the center of the library.

They were called display cases, but there was no glass. They were simply arranged on a table, covered with a light gauze.

Curious, she walked over and found some stone slabs placed on them.

However, these slabs were even more ancient, and the script on them was different from the esoteric sect script.

She carefully reached out and picked up a slab. It was unusually heavy in her hand, and when she gently tapped it, it made a metallic clinking sound.

"Cuneiform script."

She said this while tracing the script on the slab with her fingers.

This discovery secretly startled her, because the use of cuneiform script dated back to a very distant era, having been discovered as early as the civilization of the Mesopotamian plains, with a history exceeding 6,000 years.

In other words, had the civilization of the Demon Kingdom lasted for over 6,000 years?

For now, she couldn't read the script on it either. However, the database contained years of human research on cuneiform script. She planned to take it back first and study it slowly.

...

Inside the Ancient City.

The common people were panicking, crying out in despair as if the apocalypse had come.

The faith in their hearts, the Nine-Story Demon Tower, had actually been damaged by someone!

They couldn't accept this, even feeling that the world was about to be destroyed.

Zhang Yi stood atop the tallest building in the Ancient City, holding Thunderbolt in hand. The corner of his mouth was slightly upturned, but his gaze was extremely cold as he aimed at the superhumans of the [Garuda's Followers] and the [Knights of the Round Table].

The Zhang Yi of today was no longer comparable to his former self.

Possessing a superhuman ability index as high as 18,000 points, even if he encountered a Black Chariot-level superhuman, as long as he didn't accidentally fall into the opponent's ability domain, he still had room to maneuver.

And obviously, neither Gao Changkong nor Lancelot had demonstrated such strength.

Therefore, Zhang Yi was naturally in an invincible position. How he wanted to play was entirely up to him.

Gao Changkong and Lancelot were very troubled.

Zhang Yi was too far away from them; they couldn't even communicate if they wanted to.

"What does he want to do? He won't go in himself, and he won't let us go in either. Could it be he wants to wait for the Lord of the Charnel Ground to arrive, so no one gets any benefits?"

Gao Changkong frowned, sensing something was off.

But upon careful thought, this was indeed Zhang Yi's style.

It didn't matter if he got nothing; he would absolutely never let others benefit.

On the other side, Zhang Yi had already taken a sandwich out of his Dimensional Space and stuffed it into his mouth.

He had ample supplies and could slowly drag things out with everyone.

"We can't continue like this. I hate letting others control the initiative on the battlefield!"

A wild, beast-like smile spread across Lancelot's lips.

He waved at Gao Changkong, "Gao Changkong, I'll go tie down that guy. You take your people and search for treasures inside the tower!"

Gao Changkong was somewhat surprised, "Oh? Then I thank you, sir."

A smile appeared on his face; he hadn't expected Lancelot to take on this task voluntarily.

However, Lancelot pointed at Gu Man behind him.

"But, I need your woman as a hostage!"

Gu Man was Gao Changkong's girlfriend; Lancelot had long since uncovered this intelligence.

Gao Changkong's brow immediately furrowed.

For a man, letting his woman become a hostage was absolutely intolerable.

But soon, his brow smoothed out.

"I need to ask for her opinion."

With that, he turned to look at Gu Man and said sincerely, "If you disagree, I'll refuse immediately!"

Gu Man also smiled faintly, "Let me be the hostage! It's fine. I believe Sir Lancelot isn't the type to cruelly destroy a flower."

Gao Changkong was a man who aimed for great things; he knew how to weigh gains and losses.

Asking Gu Man's opinion was merely to show respect for her.

Gu Man was also a smart woman; knowing she couldn't influence the situation, it was better to agree readily.

Thus, Gu Man came over to the Knights of the Round Table side.

The tall, slender [Rebellious Knight] Mordred walked over, took a silver collar from his backpack, and handed it to Gu Man.

"This is an explosive collar. Please wear it until the mission is over. If your people don't keep their promise, I'll detonate it!"

Without much hesitation, Gu Man directly took the collar and fastened it around her neck with a "click."

A green light lit up. Once it turned red, it would also mark the end of Gu Man's life. Her beautiful head would be blasted skyward by the blood pressure from her carotid artery.

Gao Changkong silently watched all this. Only after Gu Man gave him a smile did he say to Lancelot,

"Sir Lancelot, you may make your move now!"

Lancelot took a deep breath, then exhaled forcefully.

"Alright then, let me meet this troublesome fellow!"

He extended both hands, and his ability [Sword and Shield] was immediately activated.

The Guardian Shield [Grad] in his left hand and the Conquering Sword [Kangge'er] in his right hand fully armed him.

"Aaaaaahhhh!!!!"

He suddenly threw his head back and let out a hearty, loud shout that echoed across a large area of the city. It was the exhilaration of facing a powerful opponent!

"Whoosh!"

Blazing Black Flame surged and burned fiercely around his body. Then, he stomped on the ground with both feet, violently launching himself into the air, shooting towards Zhang Yi's location like a black meteorite!

Seeing this, Zhang Yi's pupils sharply contracted.

"This guy, why would he come for me?"

Zhang Yi analyzed the situation through the lens of game theory.

Either Gao Changkong or Lancelot alone could tie down Zhang Yi.

However, if one left, the other might gain all the benefits or hold an absolute advantage in profit distribution.

Therefore, the usual outcome would be that neither side gets the benefits, nor would they let the other monopolize them.

This was a rational analysis.

Zhang Yi just hadn't expected that Lancelot was an arrogant and presumptuous individual!

What he couldn't tolerate the most was being toyed with by others.