# 782
Chapter 783: Defending Sunken Dragon Pass
Clang—!!
A light sound rang out as Cao Yuan drew his Straight Blade.
Pitch-black malevolent aura flames ignited within Cao Yuan's pupils, intertwining into a slowly burning, flickering black royal robe draped behind him. His eyes turned scarlet red!
Mad Demon Cao Yuan opened his mouth, facing the beast tide rushing through the narrow gap, and let out a furious roar!
"ROOOAR—!!!!"
This roar directly drowned out the shrieks of the "Mysticals" that had broken through the walls, causing the front wave of "Mysticals" to falter mid-charge, their faces blank with confusion.
Before they could recover, Mad Demon Cao Yuan gripped his Straight Blade and shot forward like an arrow, charging alone against all the "Mysticals" crowded behind the shattered walls of Sunken Dragon Pass.
The outer wall of Sunken Dragon Pass, which housed the thermal weapons, had been breached with a gap roughly a hundred meters wide. At this moment, over a thousand "Mysticals" were surging through this gap, desperately trying to挤入Sunken Dragon Pass. However, because the sizes of these "Mysticals" varied greatly and the vast majority had massive bodies, it would take some time for them all to pass through the gap.
The resulting problem was that they were forced to compress their formation into a narrow line to pass through the outer wall gap and enter Sunken Dragon Pass.
And Lin Qiye and his companions were positioned right at the center of this narrow gap.
It was a steel fortress that was easy to defend and hard to attack.
Of course, even though the beast tide had been compressed, significantly weakening the frontal assault compared to the previous wave, they were still a group of Disaster-level existences. Relying on Cao Yuan alone was nowhere near enough to hold this gap.
Jialan's fingertips brushed across the black casket, and the golden spear【Celestial Gate】automatically ejected.
She gripped the spear shaft firmly, stamped her foot heavily on the ground, and her figure transformed into a deep blue blur, rushing alongside Cao Yuan toward the front lines of the beast tide!
Mad Demon Cao Yuan, Undying Jialan—one black and one blue, the two figures plunged into the gap like iron nails, wedging themselves firmly against the surging beast tide, bathing in blood as they fought!
Meanwhile, Baili Pangpang's palm floated in empty air, gently flipped. The Yin-Yang Taiji Bagua diagram beneath his feet immediately reversed.
All the artillery suspended beneath the black sky simultaneously aimed at the central area of the beast tide flowing through the gap. Endless fire and ammunition rained down from the heavens like a precise, dense barrage, converging the scattered artillery on the walls into a concentrated bombardment.
This barrage, nearly ten times denser than before, dramatically slowed the subsequent beast tide from entering the gap, creating a literal gap—a complete break—between the beast tide that had entered and the one still outside.
An Qingyu, Shen Qingzhu, and Jiang Er moved simultaneously.
An Qingyu carried the black coffin on his back, both palms slapping the ground. Frost vines surged forth from beneath his feet, like ferocious snakes slithering past Cao Yuan and Jialan, crashing directly into the dense beast tide, spreading frost in all directions.
The frost condensed into frozen earth around the beast tide, slowing their advance. Whenever a "Mystical" shattered the vines, large plumes of purple mist would spray from within. Any "Mystical" that touched this purple mist had mottled spots appear on its body surface, swaying like a drunk, looking utterly bizarre.
Snap—!!
A crisp finger snap rang out. The purple mist was compressed and confined by the surrounding air, extending outward along the gap and rapidly covering the entire fortress passage.
Shen Qingzhu calmly watched this scene and gently snapped his fingers again.
The air within the purple mist was ignited by him. Surging flames instantly engulfed two-thirds of the fortress, trapping large numbers of "Mysticals" within.
Just then, several "Mysticals" of Klein-level realm roared out from within the beast tide, pushing through the flames, purple mist, and barrage of fire, charging straight toward those two figures—one black and one blue. Deep crimson lightning was brewing in front of one of the "Mysticals."
A blurry white silhouette easily passed through the beast tide and crashed into its body.
Jiang Er.
The moment the white silhouette entered, this Klein-level Mystical suddenly lost control of its body. It suddenly turned around, and the deep crimson lightning it had been brewing shot out with precision, striking another Klein-level "Mystical."
Lightning crackled, explosions destroyed, and all the "Mysticals" in that area turned into满天尘土, dissipating into the air.
The beast's pupils constricted violently. Under the intense emotional fluctuation, Jiang Er was forcibly ejected from its body. But at this moment, Jialan and Mad Demon Cao Yuan had already charged to its front. Golden light pillars mixed with soaring malevolent flames engulfed it completely.
Behind everyone, Lin Qiye's gaze swept across the chaotic gap in the fortress, directly landing on the massive beast tide outside the walls, desperately gathering and trying to surge into the city.
His eyes narrowed slightly.
Although the other members of the Night Watch squad were holding the fortress well, that was only because the bulk of the beast tide outside Sunken Dragon Pass hadn't charged in yet. As more and more beast tides gathered outside Sunken Dragon Pass, the gap in the outer wall would rapidly widen, and the beast tide's formation would return to its original state. At that point, this narrow geographic advantage would vanish entirely.
Once the geographic advantage was lost, it would be even more difficult to defend Sunken Dragon Pass.
Lin Qiye's mind raced. After brief consideration, he found a solution...
He extended his hand and gently placed it on his chest, sincerely praising:
"Praise the God of Magic."
The next moment, behind him, a figure cloaked in blue robes, holding a staff, manifested and slowly merged with his body.
Soul Inheritance!
His eyes became profound like an abyss. Streaks of twinkling stars tore through the night within his gaze, as if able to see through the threads of destiny.
His black hair turned snow white at a visible rate, fluttering in the wild wind. At the same time, a deep blue magical robe condensed behind him. His entire aura became mystical and otherworldly.
A thick wave of magical energy rapidly spread outward from him as the center!
His realm climbed step by step!
He took one step and shattered the threshold of "Unmeasurable" realm. His spiritual power surged at a惊人的speed, instantly reaching the bottleneck of "Unmeasurable" realm's peak. With a soft sound, his body transcended once more, successfully stepping into the Klein realm.
Two and a half years later, Lin Qiye used Soul Inheritance for the first time, merging with Merlin.
That familiar sensation reappeared in Lin Qiye's heart.
In his mind, the words Merlin once told him echoed:
"A mage's greatest specialty is positional warfare..."