A man in his early thirties immediately chimed in, "The dangers in the ancient tomb are all unknown, and even many tomb raiders wouldn't dare to guarantee their safety within. Yet, you brazenly claim you can protect others..."
Smack!
Yang Yu stomped on the ground, instantly reducing the floor within a ten-meter radius to powder, the dust flying!
"Cough cough..." The archaeological team choked on the powder, coughing repeatedly. It was only after the dust had settled that they looked at Yang Yu as if he were a monster, not daring to say anything more.
"It seems you all have no objections," Yang Yu said with a smile, "If everybody is ready, let's head down."
"Okay," Shi Sian replied, putting away his previous arrogance and speaking in as calm a tone as possible, "However, I still need to remind you, the dangers inside may not necessarily be resolved by brute strength. For example, numerous traps, poisonous gases, and even evil magic curses..."
