Lisa stepped forward and briefly recounted what she had gone through—
Just like the others, she had also been randomly teleported into a room. She'd planned to use the walkie-talkie to contact everyone, but the mont she arrived, she was attacked.
The room was filled with web-like wire traps,
the threads tough and razor sharp, cutting through tal like mud, and with extrely high resistance to Magic, completely unaffected by Spells.
Caught off guard, the walkie-talkie in Lisa's hand was sliced apart by the threads, shattered into two, leaving her unable to contact the others.
Even worse, inside the wire trap there was also the corpse of an Elf Archer that had been dead for who knew how many years.
That corpse seed to have ford a symbiotic relationship with the wire chanism; the trap controlled the body, darting around the room and firing one powerful Arrow after another, cutting off all of Lisa's escape routes.
Judging purely from the archery skill and power of the shots, it was fully on par with the first-tier ranged players in the kill-ga.
Lisa had to put in a great deal of effort to finally escape that room, and even managed to seize that corpse.
Since she had no walkie-talkie to communicate with the others, Lisa just wandered around at random along the way. Luckily, she had on her a tool that could temporarily boost Luck,
and after using it and spending so ti, she found the pattern marks left by the others, followed the signs all the way upward, and finally located Li Ang and the rest, completing the regroup.
"So, what's the situation now?"
Lisa rubbed her palms together as she asked.
David gave her a brief rundown, while Li Ang walked over to the Elf Archer's corpse and examined it carefully.
As before, the Archer's corpse also looked dried and withered, but the degree of aging was clearly lighter than that of Solomon and Teresa.
"The more Magic Power that gathers, the stronger the erosion..."
Li Ang murmured, reciting a line from Solomon's experintal log.
All of a sudden, Heinz's brows furrowed, and he said in a low voice, "Check your player panels."
David, who had been filling Lisa in, paused for a mont. "Hm? What is it?"
Heinz took a deep breath and slowly said, "The recovery speed of Magic Power has changed again."
Hearing this, Ding Zhensi opened his player panel, only to find that the Spirit Energy bar, which had already been climbing at a snail's pace, had now completely stalled,
and had even started to decline very slowly.
Ding Zhensi blurted out in shock, "What's going on?"
"It's probably caused by the special environnt of the Sacred Mountain."
Li Ang said, "The more Magic Power that gathers in a given area, the higher the level of erosion that area will suffer—here, erosion likely ans it draws out the Magic Power contained in living beings.
That would explain why Teresa, Solomon, and the others weren't all staying in the sa location."
Heinz nodded slowly and said, "In the low-free-Energy area where the script mission started, my Magic Power recovery speed was about 0.19 Spirit Energy Value/second, roughly one tenth of my normal state.
But now that value has dropped to minus 0.8; every minute I lose nearly fifty Spirit Energy Value."
Heinz directly stated his current condition without first asking about anyone else's—Spiritual Power recovery efficiency is a critical component of a player's strength, practically life-and-death-level confidential data.
If he rashly asked, others might not answer, so it was better to state his own situation first.
"And that's even with
carrying an item that boosts Spiritual Power Recovery Speed."
Heinz asked in a deep voice, "How about you all?"
David hesitated for a mont, then still answered honestly, "My Spiritual Power is dropping a bit slower, around 0.67 Spirit Energy Value/second."
Ding Zhensi said, "0.59."
Liu Wu Dai: "0.62."
Lisa: "0.65."
Everyone's gaze turned to Li Ang. He rubbed the beard on his Dragon Head Mask and said mildly, "Sa, 0.65."
"So it's like this for everyone..."
Heinz's expression grew darker and darker. A drop rate of 0.8 Spirit Energy Value/second didn't look that high,
but a quick calculation showed that
just standing still would burn 2880 Spirit Energy in an hour.
In the kill-ga, a High-level Magic Profession Player who mainly pumped Intelligence and Perception Attribute and carried several Magic Tools would only have around 3000 Spirit Energy in total, maybe even less.
If they then cast a few high-level Spells, their Spirit Energy Value would be burned clean through, and no skills or gear would be usable.
"We were already not at full state when we stepped into the portal.
At a rough estimate, we've got about forty-five minutes of operating ti left.
If we get into a fight in between, then to maintain combat strength, we've got less than half an hour."
Heinz spoke extrely fast. "If the drop in Spirit Energy Value really is caused by us gathering together, then we only have two options.
Continue moving as a group and hurry to climb the Sacred Mountain.
Or temporarily split up to slow the rate of Spirit Energy Value decline, each of us looking for an upward passage and staying in touch via walkie-talkie."
Heinz's tone was calm and steady. Even though he himself was a high-level Mage and thus the one most heavily suppressed in this environnt, years of honing kept him from losing his cool; he was still able to analyze the situation rationally.
"The higher the base Spiritual Power stat, the greater the weakening..."
Li Ang lowered his head and glanced at the Elf Archer's corpse, then suddenly turned to Ding Zhensi and said, "Xiao Ding, you carry these two corpses."
"Huh?
again?"
Ding Zhensi froze for a mont. The package on the back of the Kui Ox cha that held the Shadow Beast's Severed Limb still hadn't been taken off, and now Li Ang wanted him to carry corpses as well.
Bro, you're basically treating
like so corpse-herder from Xiangxi.
Complaints aside, Ding Zhensi still did as told, grabbing the dried corpses of the Elf Archer and Solomon in his hands.
Li Ang turned to Lisa. "You ca up from downstairs, right? You took the stairs going up, and so hidden upward tunnels inside the rooms?"
Lisa nodded. "Yeah, why?"
"If everyone ca up from the lower floors, then this area is the highest point we've reached in our exploration."
Li Ang looked around the room and said, "Considering that before he died, Solomon deliberately linked the Mage Tower's chanisms with those in this room,
we can probably assu he foresaw that new heroes would enter the Sacred Mountain trial soday,
and that he did this to prevent—or at least obstruct—those heroes from climbing further.
If so, this room should be the only upward passage in the nearby area..."
Li Ang took a bundle of steel spikes out of his sodium ring, held them in his hand, and tossed them up at the ceiling as casually as if he were throwing chopsticks.
Clang, clang, clang—
Steel spikes slamd into the do at lightning speed, lining up as neatly as a chessboard.
All the spikes that remained exposed were buzzing and trembling, shaking dust from the ceiling,
except for one spike, which pierced straight through the ceiling and vanished from sight.
Above that section of ceiling was empty space.
"Found it."
Li Ang's eyes lit up. He stepped onto an invisible stairway and rose into the air, moved that portion of the ceiling aside, and revealed a square upward shaft.
The shaft stretched upward for an unknown distance, pitch-black and lightless.
"Just wide enough for the cha to pass through..."
Li Ang gauged it for a mont, then looked down at the others and said, "Let's go. If I'm right, up there should more or less be the place where we clear the stage."
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