Male Inferiority and Female Supremacy in the World of Immortal Cultivation Chapter 446: Abyss Watcher

The end of the corridor was covered in white mist, which rolled down from top to bottom, forming a wall of mist, or rather, a door.

Fang Zhou summoned Bi An, then, together with Night Mouse, passed through the black iron gate and entered the corridor.

They had just walked in for a short while when the black iron gate behind them automatically shut with a rumble, imdiately plunging the entire corridor into darkness.

"It’s fine!"

Night Mouse comforted, "We have the key, we can leave anyti."

Fang Zhou was already prepared, so he wasn’t worried about being trapped.

The two carefully walked to the end of the corridor, and no expected traps appeared. They smoothly arrived at the misty white door.

Fang Zhou summoned the Xuanyuan Sword and gently poked it, smoothly penetrating through without any hindrance.

He then took out a guard’s corpse from the gourd, put it into the white mist, and took it out again, seeing nothing unusual.

Seeing Fang Zhou being so vigilant, Night Mouse felt quite speechless; he had never seen him being so cautious when sneaking in before.

Night Mouse straightforwardly put his hand into the white mist first, then withdrew it, completely unhard.

Seeing this, Fang Zhou could only give up probing, took a deep breath, stepped forward, and drilled into the white mist, his sight instantly blackened.

It was like penetrating a soft mbrane, without any resistance, passing through in an instant.

When his vision regained, Fang Zhou found himself standing in a rectangular hall, pitch black before him, and with his ability to see in darkness as if it were daylight, he could only roughly see.

Turning to look, he found Night Mouse beside him, yet behind them was a wall, and the misty white door had disappeared.

Great, now there was no retreat.

Fang Zhou sensed the existence of Bi An, breathing a slight sigh of relief, but his whole heart was still tense.

He reevaluated his surroundings.

This was obviously the surveillance hall but unexpectedly simple, devoid of anything.

The floor was paved with dense stone bricks, uneven; many places were sunken, covered in dirt, overgrown with dried weeds.

On both sides beneath the walls were quite a few white candles that had not finished burning and had already solidified, the sa ones Fang Zhou had seen in the Subli Church.

Considering that Lorric City and Fran Fortress were actually two cities far apart, even with different architectural styles, yet they had these sa white candles; evidently, this thing was quite common in this world.

However, on the floors, walls, and ceiling, there were crisscrossing cut marks everywhere, unsure if they were special decorations or residual traces of battle.

Fang Zhou was contemplating when the candles by the corner suddenly ignited spontaneously, glowing with green flas, illuminating the entire surveillance hall.

A figure at least three ters tall appeared from within the green glow, standing at the end of the hall.

This figure had its back to Fang Zhou, donning a pointed helt and draped in a dark red cloak.

Seeing this figure, Night Mouse’s expression drastically changed, showing a look of terror before quickly regaining calmness, then turning fearful again, continuously switching between the two emotions.

"Gulp!"

Fang Zhou did not notice Night Mouse’s change, he instinctively swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his heartbeat unintentionally quickening, as his senses transmitted anxious information through sight, sll, hearing, etc.

Just one back view was enough to make Fang Zhou feel a strong threat.

Pa!

The sound of footsteps suddenly rang out.

It wasn’t Fang Zhou, nor the figure in front, it was Night Mouse.

After alternating between two emotions, Night Mouse’s expression finally beca indifferent, his eyes seeming to lose all light.

He walked forward at a steady pace, neither hurried nor slow.

Fang Zhou silently watched Night Mouse’s back, sighing inwardly; the thing he least wanted to happen had finally happened.

Night Mouse crossed the uneven hall, ca before the figure, and knelt down on one knee.

"The firewood has been brought, my father."

The tall figure slowly turned around, allowing Fang Zhou to finally see its full face.

Wearing custom full-body armor with a mask, only a pair of crimson eyes were exposed. Notably, there was a great sword at his waist, almost as tall as he was.

The Abyss Watcher didn’t even glance at Night Mouse on the ground, its gaze directly locked onto Fang Zhou.

Fang Zhou’s senses crazily warned him of the terror of the enemy before him.

The Abyss Watcher stared fixedly at Fang Zhou, suddenly spoke.

"Enemies from the outer world, you are accomplices to world destruction, lapdogs of the Abyss!"

It spoke in the language of this world, yet bizarrely, Fang Zhou was able to understand what it said despite no soul conversation used.

Its voice was deep, hoarse, full of tallic quality, carrying a special magical power, seemingly able to reach into one’s heart.

Fang Zhou took a deep breath and loudly said, "You misunderstand, I am not so dog of the Abyss, I’m just here to find sothing. Once found, I’ll leave imdiately."

After he spoke, the atmosphere fell into a strange silence.

After a long while, the Abyss Watcher reached under its cloak, slowly drawing out a Black Broken Sword.

Fang Zhou’s gaze was imdiately attracted to it, yes, this was the thing he was here for.

"Give it to !"

Fang Zhou reached toward the Abyss Watcher, "Give it to , and I’ll leave imdiately, leaving your world, never to return!"

The crimson gaze of the Abyss Watcher seed to reveal a sense of mockery; it lifted its hand and slightly loosened its grip.

The Black Broken Sword fell from its hand, clattering to the ground.

Alright, Fang Zhou understood its action.

If you want it, co and get it yourself.

Fang Zhou used the Sword Control Technique, his gaze fixated on the Black Broken Sword on the ground, wanting to employ Husband’s Current Offense to grab the sword from afar.

Before his perception could touch the sword on the ground, the Abyss Watcher raised its hand and waved forward.

A black sword shadow flashed by, instantly cutting a massive crack in the ground.

Fang Zhou’s perception was instantly severed, bringing back a sharp Sword Intent.

With a strong sense of impending danger, Fang Zhou swiftly dodged to the side, a burst of blood spraying from the connection between his arm and shoulder.

"Boom!"

A deep sword mark suddenly cracked open on the wall behind him, nearly splitting the whole wall in two.

"Hiss—"

Fang Zhou sucked in a breath of cold air.

It wasn’t just the pain; it was a shock.

The strength of this Abyss Watcher far exceeded his imagination; had he not dodged in ti, he would now be in two halves.

The wound on his arm was filled with polluting magical power, preventing healing and invading his body.

Fang Zhou resisted with True Qi while popping a few healing elixirs into his mouth.

The enemy was too strong; reason told Fang Zhou he couldn’t win, but he had to try.