Chapter 460 - 214: The Final Battle, the King of Ten Thousand Curses
Chapter 460: Chapter 214: The Final Battle, the King of Ten Thousand Curses
It was a boundless gray space, empty and utterly silent.
Lin Ye tried tossing in a member of the Black Nightmare Race he had just subdued. The creature vanished on the spot, only to reappear within the gray space, floating silently as if in a state of hibernation.
And with a single thought, Lin Ye could instantly summon it back to the real world.
Lin Ye’s eyes lit up.
This feature perfectly addressed one of his pain points.
He had been able to summon minions before, but it always took time and energy, and he couldn’t keep his powerful ones with him.
Now, he could store his most elite minions in this space, forming a rapid-response force that could be deployed at a moment’s notice!
He closed his eyes and let his consciousness sink into his mind, gauging the current size of his minion army.
Countless points of light, each representing a minion’s consciousness, twinkled in his Sea of Consciousness, converging into a brilliant river of stars.
Lin Ye could only make a rough estimate based on the theoretical limit of Fungal Dominion.
This skill’s minion limit was ten times his Spirit attribute.
With his current Spirit attribute of 13,000, he could theoretically command up to 130,000 minions.
And the current number of light points in his Sea of Consciousness...
Lin Ye opened his eyes, a wry smile on his lips. The points of light were simply too numerous to count.
Though he probably hadn’t reached his limit, he had definitely surpassed the halfway mark.
This meant that in just seven short days, the number of his minions had silently surpassed the sixty-thousand mark!
And that number was still growing at a frantic, almost savage, pace.
This was also why his personal points hadn’t budged at all in the past seven days, causing him to drop right off the leaderboards.
When his minions converted new ones through their master-servant pact, or killed other members of the Celestial Abyss Race, he, as their master, received the full experience points and attribute rewards.
But his wristband would not count these "indirect kills" towards his points.
Just then, a slight vibration came from the multi-function wristband he wore.
Lin Ye raised his hand, and a virtual light screen unfolded before him.
[Important Notice!]
[Mission Objective Changed!]
[Updated Mission Objective: Kill the master of the Soul Sacrifice Hall, Akayle, the "King of Ten Thousand Curses"!]
[Mission Rank: B (Team)]
[Mission Reward: 100 uses of the All-Seeing Instrument.]
[Special Note: The individual with the highest contribution to this mission will exclusively receive 50 uses.]
HUM!
The wristband vibrated again.
A new notification appeared.
[Attention! Regardless of whether this mission is ultimately completed, the preliminary tournament will officially end in 24 hours. At that time, rankings will be settled based on final points.]
The rewards for the overall mission hadn’t changed at all.
Only the required mission objective had changed.
’It seems the higher-ups of the two Martial Halls believe that the chance of anyone in this competition obtaining the Ark Fire Seed Source is simply too slim.’
’King of Ten Thousand Curses...’
’It seems the higher-ups at Xinhuo and Kunlun also learned of the existence of this Curse Bone Race progenitor through certain channels.’
’Hmm... Or rather, they probably thoroughly investigated the structure of this Celestial Abyss Rift and the distribution of its alien races from the very beginning.’
Lin Ye slowly rose to his feet, stretching his stiff limbs.
Outside the cave, the dense fog churned, making everything incredibly dim.
Lin Ye’s gaze turned toward the deepest part of the fog, toward the Soul Sacrifice Hall.
’It’s about time...’
’Time to make my move!’
...
Meanwhile, in another region of stone bridges an unknown distance from Lin Ye.
Six figures were traversing the stone bridges at astonishing speed. Their movements were perfectly coordinated, indicating they were a well-trained unit.
The one in the lead was none other than the leader of the Firewood Martial Hall’s expedition, Hu Dahai.
His expression was grave, his gaze locked onto a certain direction deep within the fog.
After seven days of brutal combat and exploration, their team, which originally had more than thirty members, was now down to the last six.
But those who remained were all top-tier powerhouses in terms of both willpower and strength.
Based on the information all Xinhuo members had shared in the channel during this time, they had already roughly pinpointed the location of the Soul Sacrifice Hall. Now was the final sprint.
"Stay close! Stay alert!"
Hu Dahai barked, his voice reaching every team member’s ears clearly.
Just then, a series of faint but dense whooshing sounds erupted simultaneously from several stone bridges to their rear and side!
Hu Dahai’s expression darkened, and he whipped his head around to look.
Within the dense fog, blurry human figures flickered in and out of view.
Though not grouped together, their direction of travel was identical to his team’s. They trailed them from a distance, like a shiver of sharks that had caught the scent of blood.
It was the people from Kunlun Martial Hall!
A Xinhuo member at Hu Dahai’s side spat and cursed in a low voice, "Those bastards are like lingering ghosts!"
Both sides knew perfectly well that this was the final stage of the preliminary tournament.
The Soul Sacrifice Hall was the stage for the final battle.
Whoever reached it first and killed the final target—the "King of Ten Thousand Curses"—would be the ultimate winner.
Kunlun had a clear numerical advantage. Even though they were acting individually, as many as ten of them had now converged here.
The air was thick with tension, ready to explode at any moment.
But unexpectedly, neither side chose to make a move at this time.
Getting there was the priority.
Everyone pushed their speed to the absolute limit, transforming into streaks of light as they began a silent race through this bizarre subterranean world.