# 1328
Chapter 1329: Storm Approaching
"Disaster Horn, omen of catastrophe?"
Hearing Jinian's introduction, Lin Qiye asked in surprise, "Does this artifact really have such ominous power?"
"Maybe, but that's what the legends say anyway." Jinian shrugged. "However, blowing this horn requires an enormous price... even a Chief God could only manage four or five seconds at most. If those idiots from the Knights really want to save me with this horn, they might裂开 before even getting a sound out...裂开, I mean literally."
"Does the horn's blowing time relate to how powerful the disaster becomes?"
"Not sure, but probably to some extent." Jinian pondered for a moment. "Anyway, this thing is incredibly bizarre. At its core, it's like a disaster early warning system. The one who actually triggers the disaster might not be the person blowing it... it's merely a tool of fate. The true source of the disaster may have been planted somewhere else long ago."
Lin Qiye nodded thoughtfully.
"How's the situation outside? Have the Great Xia gods arrived?" Jinian asked.
Lin Qiye briefly recapped the situation. Jinian raised an eyebrow, "Zuo Qing broke the walkie-talkie?"
"Yeah." Lin Qiye sighed regretfully, pulling out his pixel-style walkie-talkie from his chest. "If only we could contact them directly now, ask what their plans are..."
"That's easy."
Snap—!
Jinian raised her hand and flicked her fingers in the air.
"Done." Jinian clapped her hands, saying nonchalantly.
Lin Qiye froze. Just as he was about to ask something, an explosion echoed from nearby!
A blinding column of fire broke through the earth separating the dungeon's lowest level from this one, then pierced through several layers consecutively, directly penetrating the entire Abyss Dungeon like a spear thrusting toward the clouds!
A terrifying divine power fluctuation radiated from the fire column, and scorching waves of heat swept across the second level. Every Lesser God-class prisoner present and Lin Qiye's group changed expressions simultaneously!
"Did something happen to Xiaonan?" Lin Qiye furrowed his brows.
"No... that's not right." The pixel cloak billowed wildly around Jinian. She narrowed her eyes, gazing at the center of the fire column, and a smile curved her lips.
"As expected, things are about to get interesting..."
In the blazing column of fire, three figures charged upward through the dungeon!
Si Xiaonan rode the massive demon wolf Fenrir, leaping steadily from the deepest level directly to Asgard's surface. Two figures landed behind her.
One was shrouded in flames, gaunt in build, with four long, withered arms extending from beneath rough, dark-gold robes. The other was a giant, over twenty meters tall, clutching a heavy black-light warhammer. Countless frost crystals covered his mountainous body, forming a thick ice armor. With each step, the earth quivered violently beneath him.
Both radiated Chief God-level pressure!
"India's fire god Agni and the frost giant Ymir, ancestor of the giant kingdom... these two are actually imprisoned at the deepest level of the Abyss Dungeon?"
Jinian recognized these two terrifying deities immediately and spoke in surprise.
Si Xiaonan rode Fenrir to Lin Qiye's group and Jinian's side. Her lips parted slightly, and her voice directly resonated in their minds:
"Stay behind us for now. Try to avoid fighting if possible. Let the Lesser Gods and those two Chief Gods do the dangerous work first..."
"Are those two Chief Gods trustworthy?" Lin Qiye asked.
"Trustworthy. I made a deal with them. At least here in Asgard, our goals align."
"Doesn't the dungeon's deepest level hold more than just those two?" Jinian recalled the dark, profound prison cells in the Abyss Dungeon's depths and asked curiously, "What about the others?"
"The others refused to take my orders. Releasing them recklessly might cause unnecessary trouble. Best to be cautious."
After speaking, Si Xiaonan rode Fenrir, leaping to the front of the group.
She turned her head, her gaze falling on the majestic divine mountain piercing the clouds at Asgard's center...
She took a deep breath, and sharp cold light flashed in her eyes!
"Asgard... I, Si Xiaonan... have returned."
...
At Bifröst.
Among countless red brick walls, Zhou Ping carried a bloodstained sword, stepping over the corpse of a Norse god, walking forward expressionlessly.
He sheathed his sword and glanced at the corner of his black shirt stained with divine blood. Disgust filled his face as he rubbed at it with his fingertips, sighing deeply:
"I wonder if laundry detergent can even get out these divine blood stains..."
Just then, the red brick walls on both sides began flickering, like a static-filled old television. Rippling green code scattered, and all the nearby brick walls became visibly transparent.
Zhou Ping looked up at the figure wearing a baseball cap in the sky.
"His spiritual power's exhausted..."
Meanwhile, other Human Apex fighters wandering through the red brick maze also noticed the labyrinth around them receding. Fortunately, after successive battles, the first wave of Norse gods who had come here had been almost completely wiped out. Only a few scattered Lesser Gods remained, being frantically hunted down by Sun Wukong and Yang Jian.
Guan Zai's figure wavered in mid-air. He spat out a mouthful of blood, his face beneath the baseball cap deathly pale—he had clearly overextended himself.
A figure instantly tore through space and appeared beside him, supporting his body.
"Are you alright?" Zhou Ping carried the sword case on his back, allowing Guan Zai's blood to drip onto his shirt, concern evident in his voice.
"I'm fine... just need to rest a bit." Guan Zai smiled.
Yuzuri Takishiro, Zuo Qing, and Master Chen arrived in succession. The Queen Mother of the West crossed several kilometers in a single stride, her Rainbow Sword in hand, her golden-threaded purple-robed garment immaculate.
"Queen Mother." Zuo Qing clasped his hands in salute.
"Loki is already dead." The Queen Mother of the West dropped a bombshell. "Someone else killed him."
"Someone else? Who?" Master Chen pushed open the carriage curtain, asking in surprise.
The Queen Mother of the West glanced toward the distant horizon, her expression somewhat complicated. "A little girl... quite impressive."
"In that case, do we continue pressing forward, or return to Great Xia?"
"Of course we press forward!"
A voice came from above. Sun Wukong shouldered the Ruyi Jingu Bang, walking over slowly, his massive dharma image dissipating behind him. Those piercing golden pupils still blazed with boundless fighting spirit.
"Just these foreign gods... Old Monkey hasn't even warmed up yet!"