Chapter 500
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Chapter 500: Nightmare Space
Bang——!!
A mass of frost-covered vines burst from the ground, soaring into the air at an astonishing speed, resembling a snow-white ice vine serpent. It opened its massive mouth, unleashing a torrent of cold air.
On the back of this ice vine serpent, An Qingyu carried a black coffin, her gaze firmly locked onto the Third Seat, her gray eyes flickering with light.
The Third Seat snorted coldly and pointed at the ice vine serpent from a distance.
Several menacing bolts of lightning converged into a blinding lightning sword, instantly piercing through the air and striking into the mouth of the ice vine serpent. The surging lightning coursed over the surface of the vines, shattering them from the center.
An Qingyu’s expression remained unchanged as she slowly spoke to the ice vines beneath her:
“All the forbidden ruins he recorded require that layer of black shell to be activated. As long as we shatter it, [Nine Yin] will be completely ineffective.”
“Hehe, understood.”
A voice emerged from the dissipating ice vine serpent.
Whoosh——!!
A figure clad in jade armor, surrounded by nine forbidden objects, flew out from the disintegrating ice vine. A tattered gray cloak flashed with a glimmer, and Bai Li, plump and round, transformed into a shadow, darting straight toward the Third Seat’s face.
He reached out and grabbed one of the forbidden objects, seizing a ram’s horn, and lightly tapped it against the Third Seat.
Zodiac of the Yellow Path, [Aries].
The tip of the ram’s horn burst forth with a flash of white light, ignoring the armor and landing directly on the Third Seat’s shoulder, causing a spray of blood to erupt in an instant!
The Third Seat winced in pain, his expression beneath the black shell twisting slightly. Before he could react, a deep blue figure shot out from the pit in the ground.
Jialan held [Heaven’s Gate], soaring into the air like an arrow. The tip of her spear glinted, and a blinding golden beam shone once more!
Sizzle——!
At the critical moment, a flash of electricity erupted from the Third Seat, causing him to vanish from his original spot.
When he steadied himself and looked at Jialan, his eyes were filled with shock.
How is she still alive?
The blow that had just struck her had consumed a massive amount of his mental energy. Even other “Klein” would be left half-dead after taking that hit…
How is she acting like nothing happened?!
“Darkest Corruption.”
In the night, Lin Qiye extended his hand, gently grasping at the Third Seat. The ground, stained by darkness, caused fragments of stone and steel to rise, gathering in front of him into three cones, quietly hovering in the air.
At the same time, a faint golden light blossomed on these three cones.
[Realm of Mundane Gods].
He raised the [Praying Abyss] sword in his right hand and tapped it against the cones imbued with the “Miracle” property. A terrifying kinetic energy erupted, and the three cones instantly pierced through space, whistling out with a deafening sonic boom!
The Third Seat transformed into a flash of lightning, easily dodging the flight paths of the three cones.
However, by sheer coincidence, the trajectories of two of the cones intertwined in mid-air, colliding with each other. The resulting debris exploded outward like a barrage, crashing into the nearby Third Seat with terrifying kinetic energy, leaving numerous dents in the black shell.
On him, the woman’s phantom gradually blurred, and the surrounding lightning dimmed.
The Third Seat’s expression darkened immensely.
Just as An Qingyu had said, the forbidden ruins he recorded must be activated through this black shell. If this shell sustained too much damage, [Nine Yin] would be forced to stop…
Damn it!
If I were at my peak, as long as three black flowers bloomed simultaneously, none of these guys would leave here alive!
The Third Seat cursed inwardly.
Shen Qingzhu watched the Third Seat’s disheveled figure, a smile creeping onto her lips.
At that moment, a black ring mixed in with the flying debris came straight toward him.
Shen Qingzhu was taken aback and reached out to catch the ring.
[Soul Severing Blade]?
Shen Qingzhu looked up at the figure in the corner wearing a pig mask, who had his back to him, his right hand hidden behind him, secretly making a “Yay” gesture.
Shen Qingzhu scanned the surroundings, confirming that neither the Third Seat nor the Ninth Seat had noticed him. He swiftly put the ring back on his finger, then feigned a look of deep sorrow, mumbling something as he charged toward the Ninth Seat.
Jiang Er had dragged the possession of the Ninth Seat to its limits. Now free, the Ninth Seat began attacking the floating Jiang Er.
However, no matter how he attacked, he couldn’t touch the incorporeal Jiang Er. Frowning slightly, he ultimately changed his target and began pursuing An Qingyu, who was carrying the black coffin.
Boom——!!
The air in front of him was suddenly compressed, and a violent explosion forced him to halt.
The Ninth Seat turned to the side and saw Shen Qingzhu running toward him with bloodshot eyes, looking deranged. His expression immediately turned serious.
“Have you also been mentally controlled…?”
After hesitating for a moment, he abandoned the pursuit of An Qingyu and turned to rescue the “controlled” Shen Qingzhu.
Generally speaking, there are many ways to deal with such mental control situations, such as directly eliminating the caster or using external factors to awaken the controlled person’s consciousness. Given the current situation, the Ninth Seat found it very difficult to catch the highly mobile Lin Qiye.
Thus, he could only find a way to awaken Shen Qingzhu’s consciousness.
The most effective method was to restart his consciousness… which meant knocking him out.
The Ninth Seat stepped on a spiral of air, his surging mental energy swirling. He focused on Shen Qingzhu’s bloodshot eyes, his fists clenched tightly, veins bulging.
Shen Qingzhu’s mouth twitched slightly.
He snapped his fingers twice, creating two high-pressure air walls between him and the Ninth Seat, but they were quickly shattered by the Ninth Seat’s lethal fists!
Unlike the Twelfth Seat, there was an absolute gap in realm between the Ninth Seat and Shen Qingzhu.
Once the Ninth Seat got serious, it was very difficult for Shen Qingzhu to win against him, especially since Shen Qingzhu himself didn’t want to use lethal moves against him.
Seeing Shen Qingzhu in a precarious situation, Cao Yuan rushed over quickly. Just then, a strange, brilliant light erupted around the Ninth Seat and Shen Qingzhu!
Shen Qingzhu felt a flash before his eyes, as if he were spinning in a dizzying whirl, and then everything around him fell silent.
The Ninth Seat’s fist rapidly enlarged in front of him!
Bang——!!
Shen Qingzhu was sent flying backward.
With this punch, the Ninth Seat had certainly held back; his intention was not to harm Shen Qingzhu but to knock him out of the mental control state.
After sending Shen Qingzhu flying, the Ninth Seat looked around and realized that, at some point, this underground space had been left with only him and Shen Qingzhu…
The group of masked individuals and the Third Seat had all vanished without a trace.
“This is… the Nightmare Space?”
The Ninth Seat seemed to recall something, a hint of joy appearing in his eyes. He turned to look at the altar behind him, where a blood-soaked man in a tattered tailcoat sat, his face extremely pale.
“Lord Murmuring!”
