# 1322
Chapter 1323: Battle Dungeon
With a crisp sound of a blade being drawn, a surging pillar of killing intent and flames erupted into the sky.
Cao Yuan, draped in a coat of black killing intent, dragged his blade with one hand, his crimson eyes radiating a torrent of murderous intent. Like a fearless madman, he charged in a straight line toward the weakest point in the enemy formation with a sinister grin.
Cao Yuan, already at the "Klein" realm, after releasing the Black King's killing intent, had his aura surge to the peak of "Klein." Surging blade light from the killing intent hacked madly in all directions, easily carving a blood-soaked path through this direction.
"All Things Disarm."
Baili Pangpang unhurriedly followed behind Cao Yuan, his right hand gripping the air. Black and white qi appeared beneath his feet, swirling into a massive Yin-Yang Taijitu. An invisible force spread outward.
The next moment, the swords and shields in the hands of the Norse forces began to tremble simultaneously, uncontrollable as they flew skyward, orbiting around the portly figure like a massive, impenetrable wall of shields, segmenting the surrounding battlefield.
Immediately after, Baili Pangpang formed a complex hand seal with both hands, murmuring softly:
"Xun Wind, Li Fire, Eight Wastelands Blaze."
As his voice fell, the eight trigrams around his Yin-Yang Taijitu lit up one after another. Two of the hexagrams dissolved into nothingness. A moment later, a hurricane carrying flames burst outward from his position!
Countless Western swords seized through disarmament were wrapped within this terrifying firestorm. With a gesture from Baili Pangpang's fingertip, they shattered into countless embers, raining down like a cataclysmic fire storm, overwhelming the Norse forces ahead!
Meanwhile, An Qingyu, carrying the black coffin on his back, had somehow circled behind the Norse forces, moving through the crowd like a ghost.
In those grey eyes, two eerie purple glows faintly emerged. Every Norse soldier whose gaze met An Qingyu's seemed to have their soul stolen away, standing frozen in place.
An Qingyu walked out from dozens of statue-like figures, his blood-stained white robe moving through them. He gently lowered his head and adjusted his glasses.
The lenses reflected two pale glints of cold light in the light. The next moment, those soul-less, dazed soldiers suddenly acted as if driven mad, stacking their hands on top of each other in front of them and slamming them forcefully into their own foreheads!
Bang, bang, bang—!
Muffled explosions rang out one after another. Those bizarre figures crushed their own skulls with their own hands, collapsing limply to the ground as crimson blood spread beneath them...
Jiang Er in her white dress drifted out from the black coffin like a specter, passing through the Norse blockade as if weightless, slipping through the heavy Dungeon gates and vanishing without a trace.
A few seconds later, a low creaking sound rang out. The heavy Dungeon gates slowly opened from within, revealing a dark passage leading deep into the Dungeon.
Behind the Dungeon gate, a Norse soldier possessed by Jiang Er flicked a bunch of keys in his hand and accurately tossed them into An Qingyu's palm.
The cells inside the Dungeon were sealed with divine power. They couldn't possibly break them by force, but with these keys, they could open most of the cell doors inside the Dungeon.
"Well done, Jiang Er." An Qingyu smiled slightly.
The intervention of the Night Watch squad caused the scales of victory to tip continuously in favor of the Oath Society. The Norse forces stationed at the entrance gradually collapsed, forced to retreat toward the entrance.
Just then, a figure suddenly stepped out from nothingness, hovering above all the Norse soldiers!
As the magical radiance on his body gradually faded, a figure with a blade in his left hand and a sword in his right surveyed the many Norse soldiers below. His eyes narrowed, and two torch-like golden flames suddenly burst forth!
[Tyrant's Wrath]!
An unprecedented terror suddenly surged in the hearts of all Norse soldiers below. They felt their shoulders grow heavy, as if an invisible giant hand was pressing their bodies down, forcing them bit by bit to kneel on the ground...
They struggled to look up, wanting to see the figure above them, but the violent sovereign pressure firmly controlled their bodies. Only one indifferent, authoritative gaze seemed to pierce through their skulls, gazing down upon their souls.
While the Norse forces were frozen and trapped, a hint of night climbed onto the White Slash blade. The figure in mid-air descended into the crowd like a light swan...
His foot slipped.
Lin Qiye froze. He lost his center of balance and was about to fall to the ground. Fortunately, he slammed his other palm against the ground, propelling himself into the air, and swung White Slash in his left hand!
The next moment, a blade light that ignored distance swept through like a full moon. Dozens of heads were simultaneously launched into the air!
"Seven Nights!?" Upon seeing that figure, Baili Pangpang and the others lit up with recognition!
Lin Qiye wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
That damn King's Coins backlash... he almost made a huge fool of himself.
Lin Qiye's entry became the last straw that broke the Norse forces. The entrance to the Abyssal Dungeon completely fell. The Oath Society members surged madly through the gate, charging toward the deepest level of the Dungeon!
Lin Qiye's gaze swept over everyone present, finally landing on An Qingyu, and he asked in surprise:
"Qingyu, your realm..."
"I've dissected quite a few 'Divine Beasts,' so I've improved quickly." An Qingyu smiled shyly.
"That's not just 'quickly'—your realm has already surpassed mine." Lin Qiye looked at An Qingyu as if looking at a monster.
An Qingyu scratched his head embarrassedly.
"Seven Nights, how's Bifröst doing?"
Cao Yuan asked curiously.
"The Great Xia sent three Chief Gods, and the Human Apex came almost in full force... Oh, and Sword Saint elder came too."
"Sword Saint elder?" Hearing that name, the Night Watch squad members' eyes brightened.
"Yeah, it's been almost three years since we've seen each other. He's even more powerful than before." Lin Qiye smiled. "You'll find out when the time comes... For now, let's go save people first.
I know where Jinian is being held, but the big guy down there is a bit troublesome..."
...
Deep within the Dungeon.
As the Oath Society forces fought their way through in a trail of blood, the Norse forces defending the Dungeon continued to retreat.
In this process, the Oath Society's casualties were also terrifying. Originally nearly twenty top combatants, now only eleven or twelve remained, and each and every one of them was wounded.
Even so, they showed no hesitation whatsoever, like a sharp sword, pressing forward without respite toward the deepest Dungeon level where Jinian was imprisoned.
Just as they were about to reach the deepest level of the Dungeon, a deafening wolf howl rang out from a stone platform nearby!
A black giant silhouette, massive as a small mountain, slowly rose from the darkness...
The Abyssal Guardian, the Demon Wolf Fenrir.