Chapter 569: Chapter 522 My Master (4000-word chapter!)
“Shut up!”
The Transcendent with a certain Giant Bloodline, agitated by the bloody scene and the beauty’s screams, bellowed angrily and threw a punch, knocking the beauty, who had just regained her senses, unconscious again.
Just as the Big Man intended to seize the mont to take a deep breath and calm the boiling blood within him.
Abruptly, the head that had rolled into the vine thorns suddenly made a shy expression towards the Big Man and her sweet loli voice followed,
“Strong master, you’ve pinched painfully, could you help put my head back so I can recover quickly and continue serving you?”
“Huff~”
The Big Man’s breath, which had just started to hasten, abruptly halted.
His head slowly drooped, his eyes reflecting thrill and horror, lingering on the head of the female guide who was still throwing flirtatious looks at him.
As the door remained ajar, the other Transcendents who had regained their calm by now could see the Big Man, normally displaying a domineering and majestic aura, his nearly three-ter tall body trembling, and beads of sweat the size of peas rolling down his bronze skin.
Falling to the ground and shattering, as if his heart.
After reaching a certain Critical Point, both his body and soul were entangled by creepy, squirming shadows, dragging him into an extrely terrifying state.
“Ah, these are all illusions, all illusions, don’t try to deceive .”
“Boom”
An outburst occurred, as if the Big Man was fighting the enemy of his life. His blood boiled within him, crimson sweat flowed madly, and he swung his giant swords, releasing a dense network of Sword Qi encompassing everything.
Anything in its path, be it the special beds, the life forms on them, or the bizarre guide, were endlessly cut into powder.
Including the Big Man himself, he indiscriminately attacked.
aning, under the watchful eyes of everyone, this candidate for the mightiest Transcendent killed himself.
“This…?”
At this mont, the other Transcendents were stunned.
They watched the horrifying scene unfold before them, feeling the chaotic scent emanating from under each corridor painting, that hysterical madness spreading like dreadful poison, filling the air, perating into their bodies relentlessly.
The Transcendents, gradually regaining their composure, looked quite distressed.
They were pursuing treasure, and while this wasn’t their first “Treasure Trove” to breach, it was undeniably the most terrifying and frightening.
Even the calst of them looked incredibly distressed right now.
Behind them, Tang Qi’s head slightly turned to look towards the Red-Hat Girl.
The mocking at the corner of her mouth slowly disappeared, replaced by solemnity and unmistakable tension, as if so dreadful enemy was looming, observing this place. Following the intuition rising within him, Tang Qi kept his body still.
He was completely blended in, his Rule Ford body seed like air, exhibiting no sign of life.
At this mont, the first to lose composure, and also the first to recover, was the female adventurer Sandra. She didn’t look at the charming man with the sa face as a movie star from Holy Eagle Nest City, nor did she make a frenzied attack like the crazy Big Man.
She just slowly, from the mountain of treasures, stepped out toward the door.
It required trendous willpower; after a few steps, she even closed her eyes, a faint white light emanating from her body, seemingly aiding her to resist sothing.
When she successfully left the mini-world inside the door, and suddenly opened her eyes, intense fear flashed through.
At that ti, in the room where the Big Man died, the bed that had been minced, and the other corpses and decors, including the barely present decaying Witch, all were slowly restoring themselves, like so sort of magical “Ti Retrospection” witchcraft.
Terrifyingly, the dead Transcendent “ca back to life”.
Only he turned into a grayish-white Shadow, maintaining his appearance from life, continuously swinging his giant sword, bursting with Sword Qi. His face seed to be constantly manipulated, twisted by so force, corresponding to the distorted Sword Qi exploding from his giant swords he clutched, unable to shred anything anymore.
“Has he beco so kind of ghost-like entity, trapped in that room?”
A thought simultaneously struck the minds of the other Transcendents.
Without any words, Sandra led the way, heading deeper into the corridor.
Other adventurers hesitated montarily but quickly followed.
Behind them, the “Guides” all revealed bizarre smiles, and then also called out and followed.
Their actions couldn’t be considered safe, but were the only option available.
Because the entrance to the “Rabbit Hole” had already been sealed, turning into a wall, deeper into this horrifying corridor might hide more terrible dangers, or perhaps a way out.
Most adventure stories are like this.
Unless they possessed ans to directly escape this place, so special Curios, or a Demigod Level strong individual, might be able to do so.
But here, no one could.
Thus, they could only follow the paths already trodden, attempting to find a thod to leave.
Outside the original Rabbit Hole, the Rat Servant, playing card Soldiers, unique plaster, Shrinking Secret dicine—all could not make them recoil, but what they had just experienced sufficed to let them feel the extre danger contained within.
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