Chapter 13: Truly Awakened, Disaster Descends!
What to do?
All the Saint-level powerhouses were thinking the same thing. The situation was now clear—that ‘black airflow’ could not be touched at all. Touching it meant death.
“Even Ideth couldn’t hold on for a single moment. I’m afraid that even I couldn’t last a second.” Linley knew very well that this divine beast, the ‘Basilisk,’ had already reached the Middle God realm. The airflow it exhaled carried a trace of its energy. Even a trace of a Middle God’s energy… was more than these Saint-levels could withstand.
Suddenly—
Three people simultaneously flew toward the passage entrance leading to the third floor. They clearly intended to return to the second floor.
“Giving up?” Linley glanced at the three.
These people returning to the second floor were obviously prepared to abandon this opportunity. They planned to stay on the second-floor passage steps for ten full years, then leave the God’s Tomb after the decade was up.
“Giving up also means giving up the treasures in the God’s Tomb. But they can also save their lives.” Linley couldn’t judge whether their choice was right or wrong, but he himself didn’t want to give up. He wouldn’t give up until the very last moment.
Seeing those three leave, another five of the remaining nearly forty people also left one after another, returning to the second floor.
Now, on the third floor, only about thirty people remained.
“Whoosh.” A blurry figure ignored the swirling black airflow and charged in. Clearly, this Saint-level powerhouse’s movement technique was extremely agile, nimbly dodging continuously. In the blink of an eye, this Saint-level had already stepped onto the stairs. Another powerhouse could enter the fourth floor.
But the next middle-aged man, with a grim face, charged down and was immediately enveloped by the erratic black airflow.
“Huff!” The Basilisk’s breathing sound continued to echo.
That middle-aged man directly turned to dust, his soul gone as well.
The Saint-level powerhouses present all wore solemn expressions. There was even a hint of desperation in their eyes. Another Saint-level charged down, but his luck was terrible—a large amount of black airflow happened to close in, completely sealing the passage.
He could only be enveloped by the black airflow. Another person died.
“The longer the time, the more black airflow gathers at the passage entrance. The movement trajectory of this black airflow has no pattern. If I fly over and the black airflow happens to completely block the passage, that’s it.” Linley knew that at this moment, it wasn’t just a test of speed and movement technique—it also required luck.
Linley glanced at Bork beside him.
The two exchanged looks and nodded slightly.
Time to go down.
“Huff!” “Huff!”
The Basilisk’s rhythmic breathing became the loudest sound on the entire third floor. The atmosphere among the thirty-plus Saint-level powerhouses was grim and tragic. At this point, bad luck meant utter annihilation—soul scattered, not even qualified to enter the underworld as a spirit.
“Swoosh!” This person was the burly man Linley knew, Clay. Clay’s form was like a thunderbolt, tracing an arc directly into the passage. Clay was very lucky—he dodged all the black airflow and stepped onto the passage stairs.
A smile appeared on Clay’s face. He looked back at the many Saint-level powerhouses, then immediately went up.
“Now’s the time.” Linley noticed that the black airflow had shifted, leaving a relatively large gap. He prepared to charge down immediately, but someone was faster than Linley and rushed down before him. Linley stopped.
Sure enough, because the gap was large, that Saint-level seized the opportunity and swiftly rushed through.
Just as that Saint-level breathed a sigh of relief, he suddenly felt an intense pain. He looked down—a very thin strand of black airflow had wrapped around his right foot. His foot almost instantly turned to dust.
At the same time…
Extending upward from the right foot, his entire right leg almost instantly turned to dust. By the time this Saint-level reacted, everything below his chest had turned to dust.
The soul-shaking pain made this Saint-level unable to help but scream in agony.
“Ah!!!” The piercing, miserable cry instantly shattered the silence of the entire third floor.
Extreme pain—this was more painful than a thousand cuts. This Saint-level hadn’t wanted to scream, but he couldn’t help it. He had never experienced such pain… Almost all the Saint-level powerhouses’ faces changed drastically, draining of all color.
It was over.
“Run!” Someone roared in fury. At this point, they didn’t care about making noise anymore.
The thirty-plus Saint-level powerhouses, like a panicked flock of sheep, frantically fled at top speed.
But then came the terrifying sound of “rumbling~” as the Basilisk’s serpentine body, over ten thousand meters long, suddenly swung violently. The extremely hard, massive iceberg, under the impact of the serpent’s body, directly shattered and exploded.
The entire iceberg broke apart, revealing the passage entrance hidden inside. This passage entrance… now hung high in the air like a window.
The exploding iceberg carried an irresistible force, crashing in all directions. Many Saint-level powerhouses were directly sent flying, spitting blood. The shattered ice chunks contained incredibly terrifying power.
“Damn it.” Linley felt like a small soldier dodging countless arrows. Massive amounts of ice chunks turned into countless streaks of light, shooting in all directions. Anyone touched by them was sent flying, spitting blood.
“Bork.” Linley’s face suddenly changed drastically.
Bork’s dodging ability was no match for Linley’s. He was finally hit by an ice chunk.
The ice chunk itself wasn’t scary—what was scary was the force contained within it.
“Bang.” The ice chunk shattered, and Bork was sent flying, spitting out a large mouthful of blood. “Milord, go quickly!” Bork’s urgent shout came.
The entire third floor had become a scene of doom.
The Basilisk, which had been sound asleep, now opened its metallic eyelids. A pair of huge, green-glowing, deep eyes swept across the surroundings.
The Basilisk was awake!
Just that casual swing of its massive body had such power. If the Basilisk truly wanted to kill these Saint-level powerhouses, would they have any chance to escape?
“Want to go in?” The Basilisk raised its head, its eyes fixed on the entrance to the fourth floor above.
At that moment, a figure shot toward the entrance at extreme speed. Clearly… this person wanted to rush into the fourth floor at the last moment. If Linley looked up, he would know that this person was the genius Sword Saint ‘Olivia.’ But the Basilisk had spotted him.
“Swish!”
Two beams of green light shot from the Basilisk’s eyes. At that speed, Olivia was surely doomed.
But at the last moment, Olivia’s entire body—one side shrouded in black battle qi, the other in white battle qi—suddenly doubled in speed. With a “crackling” sound, two severed legs fell from midair.
And Olivia flew into the fourth floor.
These two beams of light were originally aimed at Olivia’s chest, but his sudden burst of speed caused them to only hit his legs. Two holes appeared in his legs, rapidly expanding at a terrifying rate.
But Olivia was decisive.
He directly cut off his own legs!
If that Saint-level who had been entangled by the black airflow earlier had known its danger and cut off his leg immediately, he might have saved his life.
“None of you will escape.” The Basilisk coiled its body, looking down at the surroundings.
By now, two Saint-level powerhouses had reached the entrance to the second floor. Just as they were about to enter, for no reason, their bodies instantly froze, then, like cracked ice, their bodies split into dozens of pieces.
The other Saint-level powerhouses scattered across the third floor were truly in despair.
“That bastard dragged everyone down with him.” Linley felt his heart tremble.
Fear!
Yes, Linley was afraid at this moment!
The Basilisk hadn’t moved from its spot, yet the two Saint-levels who had reached the second-floor entrance died instantly. What method had the Basilisk used? Linley didn’t know. The unknown was the most terrifying.
“Maybe I’ll be frozen and split apart in the next moment.”
“I don’t even know where Bork is now.” Linley’s heart was bitter.
Linley gritted his teeth.
Forget it. At the last moment, he had to fight even if it meant death.
Linley held the Violet Blood Soft Sword in one hand and the Black Duran Heavy Sword in the other. He looked up at the entrance high in the air. His current position was only a few thousand meters from the entrance to the fourth floor. At that distance, Linley could have crossed it in the blink of an eye in the past.
“Whoosh!” A figure shot from afar toward the fourth-floor entrance.
But still in midair, two beams of green light from the Basilisk’s eyes shot over, piercing directly through this person’s head. Another Saint-level died.
“Everyone, together—” A Saint-level didn’t even finish before his voice cut off. He was already dead.
The Basilisk’s eyes looked at the dead person with interest. It wasn’t in a hurry to kill everyone. It had slept for a long time; playing with these little ants in front of it now was somewhat entertaining.
“Whoosh!” “Whoosh!”…
Several figures shot up one after another, including Linley in his Dragonblood Warrior form.
The Basilisk’s eyes blinked, and each eye shot out four beams of green light—eight beams in total, aimed at eight people, including Linley. No one else could achieve what Olivia had, doubling their speed in an instant.
Figures fell from midair one by one.
One of the green beams was aimed at Linley’s head. From the depths of his soul, Linley felt a tremor of terror. There was no doubt—once hit by this green light, death was certain. At the last moment, Linley swung the Violet Blood Soft Sword in his hand.
“Clang!”
Linley, like a bolt of lightning, shot into the entrance of the fourth floor.
Eight charged, seven died, one lived.
“Eh?” The Basilisk looked up in surprise, muttering softly, “Interesting. I didn’t expect so many surprises among these humans. One uses both dark and light opposing laws simultaneously. And this one… actually possesses such a precious divine artifact.”
This was a world of snow. Endless snowfields.
Linley stood on the snowfield, gasping heavily. Even now, his heart was still pounding. Just now… Linley had seen the cold, merciless look in the Basilisk’s eyes, followed by a beam of green light shooting at him. The power he had comprehended was nothing but a joke in the face of such an attack!
What to do?
“It saved my life.” Linley looked at the Violet Blood Soft Sword in his hand. This was a divine artifact.
Although the Black Duran Heavy Sword was hard, it couldn’t be called a divine artifact. So at the last moment, Linley had chosen the Violet Blood Soft Sword to block the green light. The Violet Blood Soft Sword didn’t disappoint him. The green light struck the sword, making it tremble slightly, but didn’t damage it at all.
“That green light had no impact force. It only carried a kind of devouring, eerie power.”
Linley carefully examined the Violet Blood Soft Sword. It was still the same as before. Linley knew this sword was extraordinary… because when he had first triggered the killing aura within it, he had discovered a large number of skeletons. Many of those skeletons emitted auras that surpassed Saint-level magical beasts.
This was a god’s weapon. As for whether the original owner of the Violet Blood Soft Sword was a Lesser God, Middle God, or High God, Linley didn’t know.
But Linley believed that a god’s weapon, attacked by a Middle God ‘Basilisk,’ wouldn’t be so easily damaged.
Linley had gambled correctly. His life was saved.
“But Bork…” Linley looked at the entrance not far behind him. Below that entrance was the third floor, where Bork was. Linley was powerless now. In front of the Basilisk, he didn’t even have the strength to fight back.
“I didn’t expect you to survive either.” A cold voice came from not far away.
Linley turned to look.
Olivia was sitting on the snowfield. White light enveloped the severed ends of his legs, and they were visibly growing back, having already reached the knees.