Chapter 791: Death Resonance
Yi Chen observed the situation at the deepest part of the Endless Prison, approximately reconstructing in his mind the events that had once taken place here.
"The Prison Director employed so ans to execute the prisoner, dividing the corpse into six parts, and then using these special Holy Nails for the sealing.
These spiral-patterned nails have a purity higher than those targeting ’Void’ region Patients, and might have even been extracted directly from the Prison Director’s body.
Sealed separately at the lowest level of the prison and further suppressed by the entire prison working in unison, in theory, it should have been impossible to break free.
Unfortunately, the Prison Director, having planned everything, still didn’t foresee that the Endless Prison would ultimately be invaded by death, even turning into the dominion of the dead."
Yi Chen stared at the skull pinned to the wall with a nail through its brow, attempting to elicit so response, trying to communicate with the forr team leader.
As ti ticked by, he could only discern sothing white and hazy between the eye sockets,
seeming as if the forr team leader’s consciousness was completely sealed by the Holy Nail in the brow, necessitating the removal of the nail for communication.
Yi Chen first approached the skull and bowed but did not rashly pull at the nail. Instead, he sat in the central area and began delicate breathing exercises, using the airflow to collect and analyze the specific conditions of the area.
Eventually, he figured out the ’sequence’ of the forr team leader’s physical dissection during the execution,
right arm left foot left arm right foot, and finally, beheading.
Yi Chen prepared to follow this sequence to remove the Holy Nails and break the seals.
Before he got up, Nash, who wanted to say sothing, swallowed his words, realizing at this point that words were aningless. Since Yi Chen had forsaken the Original Tomb to co here, he was betting everything on this special deceased being, and now there was no turning back.
Even if he really retreated, and the Monastery did not pursue the matter, the graying Yi Chen would not live much longer.
Yi Chen approached the seal on the right arm, examining the Holy Nail shimring with a tallic luster, pondering how to remove it, when,
drip, drip—the sound of fresh blood trickling down from Yi Chen’s eyes as if nails were embedding into them.
Moreover, this pain was not an illusion,
Yi Chen even heard the sound of nails clashing inside his eye sockets, and he suddenly gouged out his eyeballs... clatter clang—countless nails slid out from between the eye sockets and scattered on the ground.
"To think that rely looking intently once would have such an effect, truly a terrifying trick."
With the secretion of Black Liquid, Yi Chen’s hands ford a pair of pitch-black gloves,
huh—taking a Deep Breath, he directly gripped the surface of the Holy Nail,
Upon touch, even before he had the chance to exert force, a piercing pain shot through to the depths of his soul.
Clenching his teeth and looking down, he realized his entire arm was suddenly filled with nails, each one with a special spiral structure, slowly drilling inward as ti passed.
This pain was different from any that Yi Chen had ever experienced,
whether it was in the Orphanage or the fitness training in teacher Zede’s gym when he had yet to part ways with William, everything was different.
This pain went straight to the soul, indelible, undefendable, only withstandable through sheer Willpower.
However, Yi Chen’s gaze remained unchanged, fixated on the Holy Nail! He harnessed all his strength to try to pull it out, but... even with Nash providing his Power, the Holy Nail sealing the right arm remained immovable.
Sheer strength seed useless here,
or rather, neither Yi Chen nor Nash specialized in strength; even combined, they only ranked middle to upper in the Silver Circle.
If Mr. Rabbit were to pull, perhaps it would co out directly.
"Yi, let go for now! We need to think of another way to remove this thing if you keep holding on, your whole right arm will be ruined," Nash said.
Yet Yi Chen did not respond,
the nails penetrating his entire right arm inflicted an unprecedented Pain on him but also brought with him a sense of ’desperation’ that he very much liked.
The arrival of a dire situation could inherently stimulate all the Potential of an individual, allowing Yi Chen to think of more things, causing the Black Sea engulfing his dark mind to surge even more fiercely.
Black blood seeped from his seven orifices,
Yi Chen’s eyes widened, bloodshot,
his ’focus’ shifted at that mont from the Holy Nail itself to the white-boned arm it was pinning,
watching the forr team leader’s skeletal right arm, while also recalling the scene when he had first arrived in the Endless Area and was invaded by white fog, turning into a skeleton himself.
To delve deep into the sensation of this pure white Death,
to ticulously observe the skull arm sealed on the wall,
Unknowingly, .
a stream of white Death Aura began to rise from the surface of the skull arm, and from Yi Chen’s mouth, an equal amount of black Death Aura was expelled, blending together in the air and then jointly acting upon the surface of the Holy Nail.
Crack!
Grey, uneven cracks appeared on the surface of the Holy Nail,
At the sa ti,
the Prison Director, who had chased up to the ’Void’ level above, suddenly felt a tremor and pain from the Holy Nail in his palm, shocked.
"This guy has found a way to break my Holy Nail seals so quickly..."
Watching the ground in the Void area corroded by death, continuously exuding white mists from the space, the Princess asked apprehensively, "Prison Director, do we chase after them?"
"Stay here and await the final result," he replied.
...
Crash! The Holy Nail shattered.
The right hand sealed at the bottom of the Endless Prison regained its freedom, but the skeletal arm did not fall to the ground; instead, it transford into a hidden wisp of white mist and was absorbed into the wall.
Yi Chen did not linger, turning instead to the next seal on the left foot,
With the experience of the first ti, he had already resonated with the left leg bone beforehand. The black and white lines intertwined and worked together on the Holy Nail; with a bit more effort, he could destroy the heavily cracked Holy Nail and succeed once again.
Leveraging the resonance of death,
Yi Chen smoothly removed all the seals on the limbs and torso, which also turned into mist and rged into the wall, leaving only the ’Skull’ of the Death Plague Knight troop leader.
This ti,
Yi Chen held the Holy Nail with both hands, resonating with the skull as well.
What was different this ti was that the concentration of the white mist seeping out from the seven orifices of the skull was far higher than before.
Yi Chen even felt as though a pale arm had reached out from th e mouth of the skull to shake his, seemingly expressing gratitude.
As expected, the Holy Nail shattered.
The final seal was broken, and Yi Chen’s hands were completely penetrated by the dense mass of iron nails, his soul riddled with holes and nearly losing its rightful functions as it dangled in front of him.
In front of him,
the unsealed skull did not turn into white mist and disappear,
Instead, white mist surged from the wall behind the skull, and the previously vanished limbs began to assemble and reconstruct around the cranium.
Even white long hair grew from the top of the skull, and the white mist between the eye sockets started to condense into eyeballs.
As the body’s limbs were reconstructed and the pale flesh filled in,
a gaunt man, resembling a mummy, stood before Yi Chen, his cataract-like eyeballs seed to perceive Yi Chen’s current physical state.
Unperceivable,
neither Yi Chen nor Nash could sense the body status of the man before them through conventional ans, nor discern his strength. All observations were blocked by the pure white.
"Thank you..."
Even as the white figure uttered words of gratitude, his right arm rose high; an unadorned bone sword had grown from his palm at so unknowable mont,
Yi Chen had no ti to react; the blade had already sliced off his head and tossed it into the air with the tip of the sword, eyes eting eyes,
After confirming a certain quality, the bone sword tossed Yi Chen’s head into the air again and delivered a powerful slash, cleaving the brain in two on a complete level.
Large amounts of Black Liquid splattered to the ground, along with the bisected halves of the black brain, which landed, writhed, and eventually died.
Supporting the lower half of the body, Nash had already beco stunned. He no longer felt any aura from Boss Yi, and the headless body he was carrying had stiffened.
"No!"
Nash instantly rembered Yi Chen’s previous warning that such madn could be extrely unpredictable—and now that seed to be the case.
The boss was killed,
Without much reason to live, Nash had planned to commit suicide during the slaughter of his kin; his accidental encounter with the circus and the owner’s favor made him feel like he might still be able to do sothing.
But the lofty owner was hard to reach, and Nash was always like a tool, helping the circus without many independent thoughts, just living for others.
It wasn’t until he admired the astounding performances brought by William and joined the theater that he seed to find the value of life. And the second boss was the first to see Nash as a ’friend’,
without any defenses, without any reservations.
At this mont,
feeling the fading aura of Yi Chen,
Nash’s convictions collapsed in an instant, and he fell into an extre frenzy, the giant Parasite’s Physical covering Yi Chen’s headless torso to form a hollow, profound visage.
Displaying a level beyond that of ’The Circus’s Number One Executioner’, he slashed at the white figure before him.
Ding!
The ’Hundred-Headed Slayer’, forged by his entire clan, actually cracked under this blow, and the white figure was forced to retreat several steps, leaning against the wall with an astonished look.
However,
when Nash intended to perform another killing move,
Crack—the arm holding the dagger broke in the middle, scattering white Bone Powder on the ground. When Nash wanted to switch to another arm, the sa thing happened.
The white Death Aura was already taking effect on his body,
even so, Nash showed no fear, biting the dagger in his teeth and continuing the slashes.
Crack!
All his teeth fell out, and the dagger that had touched the opponent’s neck also shattered, turning into powder.
In the end, he could only bite the opponent’s neck with his toothless mouth, to no effect.
At that mont, the white figure suddenly whispered in Nash’s ear:
"Do not disturb your friend’s ’deep dive,’ be quiet."
These words instantly cald the frenzied Nash, who ceased all attacks. His mad eyes instantly cleared.
Obediently, he stepped back two paces, instantly understanding the aning behind the words.
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