Chapter 465 - 215: In the Nick of Time, Lin Ye Arrives
Chapter 465: Chapter 215: In the Nick of Time, Lin Ye Arrives
The Jinghong Sword in his hand erupted with brilliant light once more, brought down from above with the absolute resolve to annihilate everything!
This strike was faster and stronger than the last!
However, Akayle, seated upon the throne, didn’t even spare him a glance.
SPURT!!!
An even more ghastly, terrifying sword gash stretched from Zhang Daoming’s own left shoulder down to his right abdomen, nearly cleaving him in two diagonally!
A torrent of blood gushed out like a fountain, splashing down and staining the ghastly white bone throne crimson.
Zhang Daoming could no longer remain airborne and crashed heavily to the ground, his aura instantly withering to a critical low.
The most unanswerable ability of the Curse Bone Race...
Damage Transfer!
As the progenitor of the Curse Bone Race, it was as simple as breathing for Akayle to use such an ability.
"In this world..."
"There is nothing that can harm me."
Upon seeing this, everyone’s hearts sank to the depths.
This King of Ten Thousand Curses... was hopelessly powerful!
His own attacks were bizarre and unpredictable, capable of inflicting massive damage with a mere thought.
And any attack directed at him would be returned in full through some unknown means!
The tens of thousands, perhaps even hundreds of thousands, of Curse Bone Race members throughout the entire Painful Labyrinth were the price he paid to absorb all damage!
’How could they possibly win?’
"Activate the emergency plan!"
Lv Yongze issued the command into his terminal.
"Notify the military. Have Yin Liulan lead a team to forcibly intervene in the rift and conduct a rescue, immediately!"
The situation was already spiraling out of control!
Meanwhile, Xiao Yuanshan was also on his terminal, mobilizing all of Kunlun’s elite forces in Ninghai to prepare for a forced assault on the rift.
At this point, the so-called competition between the two Martial Halls had become utterly meaningless.
Allowing such a terrifying entity to slaughter all these young prodigies would undoubtedly be a loss for the entire human race.
「Inside the Soul Sacrifice Hall.」
Akayle seemed unconcerned about having grievously wounded Zhang Daoming. Its gaze fell upon a Xinhuo referee in mid-air who was attempting to approach Zhang Daoming and offer aid.
It extended a bony claw toward the referee and made a grasping motion in the empty air.
The referee’s body instantly froze in mid-air, unable to move. A bitter smile touched his lips.
’Everyone knows the nail that sticks out gets hammered down.’
’But he had still tried to save him.’
Akayle slowly closed its bony claw.
Everyone instantly understood its intention.
"Stop!"
Hu Dahai and the others stared with furious, bloodshot eyes. They wanted to charge forward but found their bodies felt as if they were filled with lead, unable to move even a finger.
It was as if space itself had been frozen solid in that instant.
Akayle’s bony claw was about to close completely.
Many couldn’t bear to watch and closed their eyes.
However, several seconds passed.
When they opened their eyes again, the gory spectacle of exploding flesh and blood they had anticipated did not appear.
They saw Akayle on its throne, and its two globes of dark soul-fire flickered for a fleeting moment with a trace of confusion and bewilderment.
Its bony claw, which had been about to close, had also frozen in mid-air.
The next moment, the soul-fire in Akayle’s eyes regained its clarity.
It released its bony claw, letting the drained Xinhuo referee fall limply to the ground.
It slowly turned its head. Its profound gaze pierced through the shattered hall, settling on the gloomy mist beyond the massive breach in the wall.
"Black Nightmare Illusion..."
"Who?"
Its voice carried a hint of an indiscernible emotion.
As its voice faded.
The gazes of everyone—from the survivors on the battlefield to the spectators watching on screen—instinctively followed its line of sight toward the silent entrance of the hall.
A figure, at some point, had silently appeared there.
Clad in a spotless Firewood Martial Hall combat uniform, he stood quietly at the junction of light and shadow.
Behind him lay a bottomless, dark canyon and roiling, dense fog.
Before him sat the sovereign King of Ten Thousand Curses upon his throne.
He was like a traveler who had stumbled into this place by mistake, utterly out of place in this chaotic, bloody world.
And yet, the moment he appeared, he became the sole focus of this entire world!
Upon the throne, the two globes of light-devouring, gloomy soul-fire contracted slightly.
Akayle didn’t understand.
Why a human—a human who, in its perception, was as insignificant as a speck of dust—could release a wave of Spirit that could cause it to lose focus, even for a moment.
Just a moment ago, it had clearly seen itself, with a single thought, crush all the intruders below—including the human with the sword and those few bothersome flies—into a fine mist of blood.
The scene had been incredibly realistic. The thrill of the instant kill had even brought a sliver of pleasure and release to its very soul.
But it quickly realized that none of it was real.
It was a dream.
Although the illusion’s effect on it had lasted less than two seconds in total, it had genuinely bewildered it.
With its current quality of Soul Power and its Status, causing it to fall for an illusion, even for a single instant, should have been a near-impossible feat.
Meanwhile, ripples of surprise spread through Lin Ye’s own mind.
He could feel that his [Soul-Catching and Dream-Planting]—unleashed at full power and amplified by his countless Black Nightmare Race underlings—had disintegrated the instant it touched the enemy’s Spirit domain, melting away like an ice cube dropped into lava.
’This King of Ten Thousand Curses... he’s certainly got something to him.’
’But not much.’