Chapter 1323
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Chapter 1323 Battlefield Prison
With a crisp sound of a sword being drawn, a surging pillar of killing energy shot into the sky.
Madman Cao Yuan, wrapped in a cloak of pitch-black killing energy, dragged his sword with one hand. His crimson eyes revealed surging murderous intent, like a fearless madman, grinning ferociously as he charged straight into the weakest position of the battle formation!
Already at the “Klein” realm, after releasing the Black King’s killing energy, Cao Yuan’s aura fluctuations reached the peak of “Klein.” Surging blade rays of killing energy slashed frantically in all directions, easily carving a bloody path through this area.
“Universal Disarmament.”
Bai Li Pangpang followed unhurriedly behind Cao Yuan. With a grasp of his right hand in the air, black and white energies appeared beneath his feet, swirling into a massive yin-yang taiji diagram, with invisible power spreading outward.
The next moment, the long swords and shields in the hands of these Northern European battle members simultaneously trembled and flew upward uncontrollably, forming a protective barrier around that chubby figure, like a massive, solid shield wall, dividing the surrounding battlefield.
Next, Bai Li Pangpang formed a complex hand seal in front of his chest and softly chanted:
“Xun Wind, Li Fire, Eight Wilderness Blazing.”
As his words fell, the eight trigram symbols lit up one after another around the black and white taiji diagram beneath his feet. Two of the trigram symbols vanished into nothingness, and moments later, a hurricane carrying raging fire exploded outward with him at the center!
Countless confiscated Western-style long swords, wrapped in this terrifying firestorm, shattered into a rain of fire at the point of Bai Li Pangpang’s finger, pouring down like a deluge toward the Northern European battle members ahead!
Meanwhile, An Qingyu, carrying a black coffin on his back, had somehow already circled to the rear of the Northern European battle formation, walking among the crowd like a ghost.
In those gray eyes, two strange purple lights faintly appeared. Any Northern European battle member who made eye contact with him stood motionless in place, as if their souls had been taken away.
An Qingyu, in his blood-stained white robe, walked out from among dozens of statue-like figures, lowered his head slightly, and pushed up his glasses.
The lenses reflected two pale cold lights, and in the next moment, those soul-lost, dazed battle members suddenly went mad, placing their hands together in front of them and forcefully smashing them against their foreheads!
Bang bang bang—!
A series of muffled explosions rang out as those figures bizarrely smashed their own skulls with their hands, falling limply to the ground, crimson blood spreading out…
The ghost Jiang Er, in a white dress, floated out of the black coffin, passing through the Northern European battle blockade as if intangible, through the heavy dungeon door, and disappeared without a trace.
A few seconds later, a low creaking sound arose as the heavy dungeon door slowly opened from the inside, revealing a dark passage leading to the depths of the dungeon.
Behind the dungeon door, a Northern European battle member possessed by Jiang Er threw the bunch of keys in his hand with force, landing precisely in An Qingyu’s hand.
Most cells in the dungeon had divine power seals, which they couldn’t possibly break by brute force, but with these keys, they could open most of the cell doors in the dungeon.
“Well done, Jiang Er,” An Qingyu smiled slightly.
The intervention of the [Nightfall] team continuously tipped the scales of victory toward the Upper Evil Association. The Northern European battle formation guarding the entrance gradually collapsed, forcing them to retreat toward the entrance.
Just then, a figure suddenly emerged from nothingness, standing in mid-air above the Northern European battle members!
As the magical light on his body gradually faded, a figure holding a knife in his left hand and a sword in his right looked down at the many Northern European battle members below. His eyes focused, and two torch-like golden lights suddenly burst forth!
[Tyrant’s Rage]!
Unprecedented fear suddenly surged in the hearts of all Northern European battle members below. They felt a weight on their shoulders, as if an invisible hand was pressing down on their bodies, forcing them to kneel bit by bit…
They struggled to look up, trying to see clearly the figure above them, but the wild kingly pressure firmly controlled their bodies. Only a cold, majestic gaze seemed to penetrate their skulls, looking down upon their souls.
As the Northern European battle members were frozen and trapped, a touch of night color climbed up the [White Slash] blade. The figure in mid-air, like a graceful wild goose, landed in the center of the crowd…
His foot slipped.
Lin Qiye was startled, losing his balance and nearly falling to the ground, but he managed to slap the ground with his other palm, his body soaring into the air, his left hand’s [White Slash] sweeping out!
The next moment, a blade light that ignored distance swept out like a full moon, and dozens of heads were simultaneously thrown up!
“Qiye!?” Seeing that figure, Bai Li Pangpang and the others’ eyes lit up simultaneously!
Lin Qiye wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
This damned [Star Coin] aftereffect… almost made a big fool of himself.
Lin Qiye’s entry became the last straw that broke the Northern European battle formation. The entrance to the Abyss Dungeon was completely lost, and the Upper Evil Association members rushed frantically through the door, killing their way to the bottom level of the dungeon!
Lin Qiye’s gaze swept over everyone, finally stopping on An Qingyu, asking in surprise:
“Qingyu, your realm…”
“I dissected quite a few ‘mysteries,’ so I progressed a bit faster,” An Qingyu smiled somewhat shyly.
“This is more than just a bit faster, your realm has already surpassed mine,” Lin Qiye looked at An Qingyu as if looking at a monster.
An Qingyu scratched his head, a bit embarrassed.
“Qiye, how’s the situation at the Rainbow Bridge?” Cao Yuan asked curiously.
“Three main gods came from Great Xia, almost all the top powers came… Oh, and Sword Saint is here too.”
“Sword Saint?” Hearing this name, the [Nightfall] team members’ eyes lit up.
“Yes, it’s been almost three years since we last met, and he’s even more powerful than before,” Lin Qiye smiled. “You’ll see later… Now let’s go rescue people first.
I know Ji Nian’s exact detention location, but the big guy down there is a bit tricky…”
…
Deep in the dungeon.
As the Upper Evil Association members fought their way through, the Northern European battle members guarding the interior of the dungeon were defeated one after another.
In this process, the Upper Evil Association’s casualties were also terrifying. Of the nearly twenty top combatants originally, only eleven or twelve remained, and all were injured.
Even so, they didn’t hesitate at all, advancing like a sharp sword in one breath toward the bottom level dungeon where Ji Nian was imprisoned.
Just as they were about to reach the bottom level of the dungeon, a deafening wolf howl came from a stone platform not far away!
A black giant shadow, as large as a small mountain, slowly stood up from the darkness…
The Abyss Guardian, the magic wolf Fenrir.
