Chapter 463 - 215: In the Nick of Time, Lin Ye Arrives
Chapter 463: Chapter 215: In the Nick of Time, Lin Ye Arrives
Their strength far surpassed the cannon fodder outside. Each one radiated a powerful, heart-stopping aura; they were clearly leader-class beings within the Curse Bone Race.
At this moment, they all faced the same direction, kneeling in humble submission.
In the very center of the main hall was a colossal throne, built from the skulls of countless living beings.
Upon the throne, a figure was seated, leaning casually to one side.
It, too, was a skeleton.
But its skeletal body was not a ghastly white; instead, it possessed a warm, jade-like texture.
Every inch of its bones was inscribed with countless abstruse and twisted runes that emitted a faint glow.
It wore a wide, black robe that seemed woven from pure shadow, and on its head rested a ferocious crown.
It merely sat there in silence, yet a supreme pressure—the aura of a sovereign who ruled the world and held power over life and death—enveloped the entire hall.
The King of a Thousand Curses, Akayle!
As if sensing Zhang Daoming’s arrival, Akayle slowly turned its head from atop the throne.
Within the eye sockets of its smooth, jade-like skull, two deep, dark flames—ones that seemed capable of devouring all light—burned quietly.
"Interesting..."
A gentle and magnetic voice rang out.
"How many years has it been? To think a human could still reach my presence alive..."
Zhang Daoming’s figure hovered in the middle of the main hall, facing the entity on the Bone Throne from across the vast space.
His expression was completely placid, as if this world-ruling King of a Thousand Curses before him was no different from the cannon fodder he had casually crushed earlier.
His lips parted, and his frigid voice shattered the dead silence of the hall.
"Where is the Ark Fire Seed Source?"
The moment he spoke, the two dark soul flames of Akayle, seated upon its throne, visibly wavered.
An intent, mixed with astonishment and scrutiny, instantly locked onto Zhang Daoming.
"You..."
For the first time, Akayle’s voice carried an emotion other than sheer disdain.
"How do you know of such a thing?"
RUMBLE—!
Before Zhang Daoming could answer, a terrifyingly violent tremor, one that seemed to originate from the planet’s very core, erupted without warning!
The entire Soul Sacrifice Hall shook violently under this force. The Glowing Crystal Stones embedded in the vaulted ceiling rained down, shattering to pieces as they hit the ground.
The countless Curse Bone Race leaders in the great hall trembled with fear and apprehension under this tremor, which felt like the wrath of heaven itself.
Zhang Daoming’s brow furrowed. He had no idea what was happening.
But his attention was drawn to a sudden change behind the throne.
The magnificent wall behind the throne, which was covered in countless relief carvings, began to slowly slide apart with a grating screech that set one’s teeth on edge.
A deep, dark passage, one that seemed to swallow all light, was suddenly revealed before everyone’s eyes!
An aura even more ancient, desolate, and deathly still than the Painful Labyrinth itself emanated from the depths of that passage.
Lv Yongze, who was observing the battle, narrowed his eyes.
’Wasn’t the mission already changed?’
’Why is he still so fixated on the Ark Fire Seed Source?’
Beside him, Xiao Yuanshan remained silent.
Lv Yongze became lost in thought.
He had long suspected that Zhang Daoming and Kunlun were allies in name only.
’It seems that this time, Zhang Daoming doesn’t even intend to collect the mission reward.’
’His true objective has always been the Fire Seed Source.’
On the throne, Akayle’s body suddenly went rigid.
It slowly turned its head to look at the newly revealed passage. The dark soul flames in its eye sockets throbbed violently. Its gentle demeanor had vanished, replaced by an extreme, sinister fury.
"Kill him!"
Akayle’s voice was ice-cold, filled with a killing intent that permitted no defiance.
"And all the humans outside—leave none of them alive!"
The instant the command was given, everything changed!
Behind Zhang Daoming, the hundred-odd members of the Curse Bone Race—whose wills he had just forcibly twisted with his Spiritual Power to make his Personal Guard—suddenly shuddered.
The deep purple light in their eye sockets began to flicker erratically as their bodies trembled violently, seemingly resisting Zhang Daoming’s control!
Meanwhile, inside the great hall, the thousands of kneeling Curse Bone Race leaders all shot into the air in unison.
Bloodthirsty, ghostly green flames ignited within their empty eye sockets.
Without a moment’s hesitation, they formed a white tide of death, surging toward the airborne Zhang Daoming from all directions!
Zhang Daoming’s expression finally turned grim.
He snorted coldly and stopped holding back.
VMMMM—!
A wave of invisible Telekinesis, several times more powerful than before, erupted from him, suppressing everything in its wake!
The Curse Bone Race leaders who had just leaped into the air froze in unison, as if trapped in an invisible mire, their movements becoming excruciatingly difficult.
But their numbers were simply too great!
Although Zhang Daoming’s Telekinesis was powerful, even he was stretched thin under a siege of this scale.
It was at this moment that he finally extended his hand.
The purple sword that had been circling by his side let out a clear, ringing cry and landed steadily in his palm.
Zhang Daoxuan’s personal sword was named Zhenyue.
But Zhang Daoming’s personal sword had a far more storied origin. Its name was "Jinghong."
The moment he grasped the hilt of the Jinghong Sword, Zhang Daoming’s entire aura underwent a dramatic transformation.
If before he had been a transcendent master of Telekinesis, now, he was a peerless Swordsman!
With no wasted motion, Zhang Daoming swung his sword with all his might at the endless army of skeletons below!
SWOOSH—!
A flash of sword light so brilliant it defied description shot forth from the blade.