Chapter 213 The Villain Lady Arrives 41

Chapter 213 The Villain Lady Arrives 41

The third prince, Orlando, Alice and Tariq, the four of them seemed to be led by an invisible hand, passing through the vortex of brilliant light, and every step was accompanied by severe pain as if their bodies were being torn apart.

This pain was not only physical, but also a torment to the depths of the soul, as if their existence was being stripped away bit by bit by this unknown force.

"No! This is impossible..." Orlando finally realized the seriousness of the situation. His face turned pale, beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, and he waved his hands in the air, trying to find a trace of strength to rely on.

He clenched his teeth, whispered a spell, and his body was instantly wrapped in a layer of light blue light. That was his last defense - the magic barrier.

However, this seemingly solid barrier was as fragile as thin paper when torn by the space-time tunnel. In just a few breaths, it shattered and turned into fluorescent spots that disappeared into nothingness.

"Orlando!" Upon seeing this, the third prince's eyes flashed with determination.

If this continues, everyone will die. At this critical moment of life and death, he made a difficult decision.

He turned back suddenly, his eyes sharp as torches, and met Orlando's gaze, a look that contained both reluctance and determination.

Then he took a deep breath, used all his strength, and kicked Orlando in the back, pushing him deeper into the time tunnel.

"Your Highness!" Orlando exclaimed. He never expected that the third prince would do such a thing.

His body drew an arc in the air, his eyes full of disbelief and shock. However, after this brief moment of distraction, an unprecedented force completely dragged him into the core of the space-time tunnel.

His body began to twist under the powerful energy impact, and finally exploded, turning into a ball of blood mist. The huge magic power in his body seemed to have found an outlet and madly poured into the space-time tunnel, miraculously stabilizing the chaotic space.

The third prince felt mixed emotions when he saw Orlando sacrificing himself.

He knew the weight of this kick, which was a sacrifice of life and a determination to hold on to hope. He closed his eyes and let the tears fall, but then opened them again, his gaze becoming unusually firm.

He must survive, for Orlando's sacrifice, for the future of Alice and Tariq, and for their common beliefs.

"Alice, Tariq, we must keep moving forward!" The voice of the third prince echoed in the tunnel of time and space, carrying unquestionable power.

He turned around and looked at the two people following closely behind him, especially Alice. Her eyes were full of disbelief and grief, as she could not accept Orlando's sudden departure.

"Alice..." The Third Prince called softly, trying to comfort her with his eyes. But Alice just stared at him blankly, as if she had lost all her strength.

Seeing this, Tariq quickly stepped forward, pulled Alice behind him, and looked around vigilantly to prevent any accidents.

"Your Highness, what should we do?" Tariq's voice was low and firm. He knew very well that he had to remain calm at this moment in order to find a glimmer of hope.

The Third Prince took a deep breath and tried to calm his heart. "We must find the exit. No matter what lies ahead, we must not stop."

His words revealed an unquestionable determination, as if he was cheering himself up as well as Alice and Tariq.

At this moment, the space-time tunnel suddenly trembled violently, and the three were thrown around involuntarily. The third prince relied on his extraordinary willpower and weak perception of magic to barely stabilize his body.

He looked around and saw the starry sky tunnel was full of bright stars, but each star seemed to contain endless dangers and unknowns.

"Look! There is light there!" Alice suddenly pointed forward and shouted. There was a hint of trembling in her voice, but more of hope.

The Third Prince and Tariq looked in the direction of her finger, and saw a soft light slowly lighting up at the end of the distant tunnel, like a beacon in the darkness, guiding them forward.

"Is this the exit?" A hint of excitement flashed in Tariq's eyes. He tightly gripped the sword in his hand, ready to deal with any possible danger at any time.

"Whether it's true or not, we have to give it a try."

The third prince said as he took the lead and walked towards the beam of light. Alice and Tariq followed closely behind him. The figures of the three of them seemed particularly small and determined under the reflection of the starlight.

As they continued to get closer to the beam of light, the tearing sensation in the space-time tunnel gradually weakened until it disappeared completely.

When they finally stepped out of the tunnel and stood in an unfamiliar land, an indescribable sense of relief came over them. They looked around and saw a lush magical forest, with sunlight shining through the dense treetops, casting mottled light and shadows.

In the distance, an ancient altar stands quietly, as if telling the glory and vicissitudes of the past.

"We... are out?" There was a hint of uncertainty in Alice's voice, but more of it was the joy of surviving the disaster.

"Yes, we are out." The third prince replied with a smile, his eyes fell gently on Alice, as if he wanted to remember this moment forever.

Tariq looked around cautiously, and only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that there was no danger. "This place looks much safer than that alien space."

He said, but there was still a hint of caution in his tone. The three of them supported each other and slowly walked towards the ancient altar.

The three of them walked slowly towards the ancient altar. Each step was extremely heavy, and their hearts were filled with complex emotions about past experiences.

The sunlight shone through the gaps in the leaves onto the altar in patches. The mottled light and shadows intertwined with the black bloodstains remaining on the altar, making it particularly dazzling.

The air was filled with a faint smell of decay and unsolved mysteries, which made people feel even more depressed. The third prince stopped and fixed his eyes on the altar, which had been the focus of their struggle, but now seemed so desolate and ironic.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm his inner turmoil, then slowly reached out and began to untie the gem-studded space belt from his waist. His fingers trembled slightly, as if even he himself could not believe the fact that he would face next.

"Maybe... I saw it wrong." The third prince whispered to himself, revealing a hint of imperceptible despair. He carefully opened the space in his belt and took out items one by one, but each one was very different from the treasure he remembered.

Red dragon egg? No, it was just an inconspicuous red stone that lost all its luster under the light; gold coins? Those were just gold-plated lead blocks, and the slightest touch would reveal their ugly true colors.

However, those seemingly precious magic scrolls, when unfolded, turned out to be nothing more than human or animal corpses, emitting a disgusting odor. Only a few of them still had faint magical fluctuations remaining, proving that they were once authentic.

"This...how could this happen?" The third prince muttered to himself, his face as pale as paper, his eyes full of disbelief.

He looked up at Alice and Tariq, only to see that their expressions were the same as his. They were frantically taking things out of their respective storage spaces, with the same look of astonishment and despair on their faces.

Alice's hand stopped in mid-air, a seemingly exquisite ornament trembling at her fingertips, but she soon realized that it was just a carefully forged fake.

Her eyes turned red instantly and tears welled up in them, but she stubbornly refused to let them fall.

"We...the things we fought so hard for turned out to be fakes?" Her voice trembled, filled with helplessness and anger.

Tariq's situation was not optimistic either. The sword in his hand slammed heavily on the ground, making a dull sound, which was the release of his anger and unwillingness.

"This is impossible! We've given so much and sacrificed so much, how could this be the result?" His voice was low and hoarse, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

The three of them looked at each other in silence, and the air was filled with depression and despair.