The Abyssal Garden: No Room for the Idle Chapter 923: 520: Eternal Night One Year Ago

Chapter 923: Chapter 520: Eternal Night One Year Ago

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This wasteland almost had no sound, only the chilling wind blowing through it and the occasional faint echo, as if reminding of the desolation here. The surrounding scene was nothing but boundless bleakness and silence spreading rampantly, reflecting a sense of unease under the black clouds.

This action squad was trudging through this hopeless land, full of vigilance, enduring the suffocating oppression.

“We’re ten kiloters from the safe zone. Because of the traces, we can’t return via the original route. We’ll have to choose another path.”

The Captain spoke in a deep voice.

The Devourers… are terrifying and extrely tricky, as they devour not flesh, but traces. Each combat attack, the damage isn’t intense, but once surrounded, and with a large amount of traces devoured by them, it turns into [Defective], resulting in a tragic end.

“Everything has changed, forr knowledge, rules, ever since that huge upheaval a year ago, completely different.”

The Captain’s eyes were heavy, as he cast aside these thoughts, focused on the road ahead, rasped: “Let’s move quickly.”

The group moved towards the city ruins with cover, heading southeast.

Apart from the Captain, there were nine people in total, three young n who appeared slightly older, though they were also sequence seven, seed to have so aptitude, their aura was much steadier.

The remaining six were a bunch of more youthful faces, with not many tasks under their belt.

“How much spiritual energy does each of you have left?” The young man next to them looked at the other six young mbers.

“I have sixty percent left!” a team mber stamred, his face full of nervousness and unease.

“I have fifty percent left,” another mber who was slightly more mature tried to make his voice sound steady, but his slightly trembling hand betrayed his emotions.

“I also only have fifty percent left,” the third mber responded, his eyes constantly darting around, nerves taut, as if not watching would an being swallowed by this barren wasteland.

The others consecutively reported their remaining spiritual energy.

The young man observed the group’s state, exchanged a glance with the other two mbers including the Captain, and shook his head slightly.

“The newcors aren’t quite up to par in terms of ntal resilience, it seems.”

Clearly, it was just traveling, with no breakout of any combat, yet the spiritual energy reserve of the young team mbers, just after leaving the mission point, was almost halved.

The young man sighed, not entirely blaming these newcors, there are many factors affecting spiritual energy consumption, besides control, there are complex ntally-related aspects, and among the dangers of this wasteland, you can often see the traces of the Devourers, it’s normal for the newcors to struggle with it.

“No, it’s not just their fault.” At this mont, the Captain, who had been silent all along, spoke in a solemn tone.

“The Black Fog is denser than when we arrived.”

“Those Devourers may not have appeared by coincidence, there might be sothing unusual at play.”

The Captain’s brows knitted tightly, a sense of unease gnawing at him internally, rapidly planning in his mind.

“Judging by your spiritual energy reserves, we must quickly formulate a reasonable strategy,” the Captain said solemnly, trying to maintain a calm tone.

“First and foremost, it can be determined that the Black Fog is indeed thickening, showing no sign of stopping, we can’t stay here.”

He surveyed the area, his gaze wandering through the murky Black Fog, understanding deep down that if they didn’t reach the safe zone in ti, they’d face despair and destruction at the hands of the Devourers.

“Black Fog doesn’t spread uniformly like seawater everywhere; it still has weak spots, which can greatly reduce our consumption and even danger, because weak spots are places not frequented by the Devourers.”

The Captain, worthy of his title, quickly identified a safe plan with just a few words.

“And during this process, even if we encounter solitary Devourers, avoid engaging in any combat with them, we must ensure not to have our spiritual energy depleted by the enemy,” the Captain continued.

Honestly, a single Devourer, purely from a combat standpoint, isn’t sothing to fear. After all, the Devourers in this area, at most, possess sequence six strength, most are sequence seven. But the most troubling point is that any commotion quickly draws them from all directions, like bloodthirsty hounds, their numbers piling up, and the Black Fog keeps thickening, a vicious cycle.

Until more terrifying Devourers appear.

So even though this area is significantly safer, and he’s sequence six, he doesn’t dare to act recklessly here.

“Try to efficiently manage spiritual energy utilization to ensure everyone returns safely.”

And soon, the Captain found the weak spot.

“Let’s move.”

The Captain said firmly, “Stay alert, keep close to , advance towards the southeast.”

They began moving southeast, their pace not slow. After all, although the Devourers are formidable, if they get close, they would be first detected by the Captain, who is a strong sequence six.

The sound of footsteps shuffled, seed like the barren land was whispering.

“Hurry up, it’s getting darker.”

The dark wasteland swallowed the surrounding light, only a few faint glimrs drifted in the thin mist, reflecting the tense yet resolute faces of the mbers. The air was pervaded with a pungent sll of dust, faintly mingling with a rotting scent, suffocating.

The Captain’s gaze was sharp like a hawk’s, scanning the surroundings.

“Compared to a year ago, it’s now completely riddled with holes…”

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