“He can fly too?” John was taken aback and hastily called out to Black Turtle for help. “Old man, give me a hand here.”
At his current strength, John was already struggling to deal with the six-star demon lords, let alone the even more formidable demon emperor.
“Damn it!” Black Turtle cursed under his breath. He had attempted to come to John’s aid several times, but the two demon emperors kept him fully occupied.
Forced to focus on his own battle, he could only shout, “Kid, just get into the Death Land!”
John continued to maneuver through the air on his flying sword, showing no intention of retreating into the Death Land.
He had finally encountered a group of six-star demon lords, and he wasn’t about to let this opportunity slip away. He needed to take them down.
But more importantly, he was here to stop the demon race’s genius, Owen, from obtaining the demon race’s treasure.
Boom!
Suddenly, a powerful wave of dark energy swept over John, almost knocking him off his longsword. He glanced to the side in shock.
Owen had already defeated the Demon King’s phantom.
Though it was only a projection, the Demon King’s phantom still held the power of an eight- star legendary figure.
And yet, Owen, with his seven-star legendary rank, had managed to overcome an eight-star opponent. His talent was undoubtedly extraordinary.
The Demon King’s voice echoed, “Boy, you have passed my test. You may now enter the Demon King’s castle.”
The phantom no longer blocked Owen and vanished from sight.
However, the surrounding demon lords and demon emperors did not disappear. They
continued their relentless assault on John and his companions.
Owen smirked coldly. Instead of entering the Demon King’s castle immediately, he unleashed
a Dark Orb that annihilated the demon emperor facing Glenn.
“Attack!” he commanded, leading the charge against Black Turtle.
“Kid!” Black Turtle was alarmed and immediately called out to John for help.
“Damn it!” John cursed under his breath, filled with frustration.
Black Turtle was no match for Owen, and continuing the battle would put his life at risk.
With no other option, John used his mental connection to the Death Land to summon Black Turtle back.
Owen’s powerful strike hit nothing but air, and he glared at John with rage. “Glenn, seal the space! Don’t let this guy escape!”
Seal the space?
John’s face darkened as a sense of foreboding crept over him.
He tried to reconnect with the Death Land to escape.
Buzz!
Suddenly, a spatial force rippled through the air, severing his connection to the Death Land entirely.
“You’re dead, kid!” Glenn sneered, his dark energy forming into a pitch-black arrow that shot toward John with deadly precision.
Splat!
The arrow pierced John’s heart, and a massive damage number flashed before his eyes. -4,408,200
[You have been killed by seven-star demon emperor Glenn. Lifesaver talent activated…] The notification appeared, signaling that John had been killed once more. The Blessed Ring had already triggered once before, so this time, his Lifesaver talent activated.
“Huh, still not dead?” Glenn stared at John in disbelief. He couldn’t understand how, despite striking twice with enough power to kill him instantly, the human before him was still alive. “I don’t believe you can’t be killed,” Glenn muttered, charging at John once more.
Boom!
Dark energy surged, and John was sent flying, killed instantly once again.
[You have been killed by seven-star demon emperor Glenn. Undying and Immortal talent activated…]
Yet, John still didn’t die.
“What’s going on?” Glenn’s brow furrowed as he watched John with suspicion, suddenly hesitant to attack again.
“Betraying an ally after crossing the river-you demons really are despicable!” John wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, glaring at Glenn, and once more tried to connect with
the Death Land.
But there was still no response.
Thankfully, these two didn’t have any soul-attack abilities; otherwise, he would have been in real danger this time.
Owen, also surprised by John’s survival, spoke up, “Stop wasting time. Banish him to the
Abyss.”
“Good idea!” Glenn’s eyes lit up as a powerful spatial force began to ripple around him.
The Abyss? What’s that?
John watched Glenn’s movements, puzzled.
At that moment, the urgent voice of the Undead Lord echoed in his mind: “Kid, run! The Abyss
is the demon race’s Death Land. Once you’re in, there’s no escape.”
Realizing the gravity of the situation, John quickly took off on his flying sword, fleeing at top
speed.
If the Undead Lord was this terrified, the Abyss had to be a truly horrifying place.
Buzz!
Suddenly, spatial energy enveloped John, and Glenn’s scornful voice rang out, “It’s too late to run now. You were too arrogant, kid. Abyss, manifest!”
With a shout, a pitch-black rift appeared beneath John, and an immense suction force
dragged him down into the Abyss.
“It’s over,” came the Undead Lord’s despairing voice in John’s mind.
Being devoured by the Abyss meant there was no escape-no different from death itself.
Thud!
John landed heavily on the ground, the impact jarring him to the point where it felt like his bones might shatter.
This eerie space was filled with a powerful force that restricted him, allowing only low-
altitude flight.
After a moment, John recovered enough to take in his surroundings.
Dark energy permeated the area, shrouded in a thick, misty haze, much like the Demon King’s
treasure Secret Area. But this place felt far more dangerous.
He tried once more to connect with the Death Land-still nothing.
Not only that, but his friend list was grayed out, cutting off all communication with the
outside world, and even preventing him from logging out.
For the first time, fear gripped John. This Abyss seemed like a completely isolated space.
In his mind, he asked, “Undead Lord, is there any way to escape this place?”
Undead Lord: “I don’t want to talk to you.”
John: “Seriously? You’re throwing a tantrum now? Come on, talk to me–if you don’t, we’re
both going to be stuck here forever.”
There was silence in his mind for a moment.
Finally, the Undead Lord sighed in resignation. “Kid, you might as well accept it. To escape
the Abyss, you need to master the power of dark laws, and that’s something only a nine-star
powerhouse can do.”
The power of laws?
John frowned. This was the second time he had heard of such a thing.
The first time was during his fight with Black Turtle, when he caused true damage, and Black
Turtle mentioned it.
But back then, John was too angry to ask for details.
It seemed that this power of laws was somehow connected to true damage.
Curious, John asked in his mind, “What exactly is this power of laws? How do I train to master
it?”
“I don’t know. If I knew, I’d have broken through to nine stars long ago,” the Undead Lord replied impatiently, clearly not in the mood to entertain John’s questions.
“So, if I reach nine stars, will I have a chance to master the power of laws?” John pressed on. Reaching nine stars would be tough, but if there were monsters here, he could eventually grind his way there.
The Undead Lord sounded exasperated. “Kid, do you think the power of laws is as common as
cabbage? You can’t just decide to comprehend it. That power is rare, even among the strongest. Only a handful of nine-star geniuses across the entire Skyline Continent have ever mastered it. And those who have are exceptional beyond measure. Even after the Skyline Continent merged with the world of Gods, the number of beings who grasp the power of laws can be counted on one hand.”
“So, you’re saying we’re really going to be stuck here forever?” John looked around, feeling a
deep sense of frustration.
Suddenly, he felt the ground tremble as waves of terrifying energy surged around him, and
the mist began to churn. Dark, massive shadows started to emerge.
They were enormous, grotesque beasts.
“Well, well, a newcomer?” A melodic voice echoed through the air. A dark silhouette swooped
down from above.
It was a unicorn.
But unlike the legendary, pure creatures, this one was shrouded in dark energy, radiating a
malevolent aura.
“A human? And such a weak one at that!” A deep voice echoed through the mist, and a massive figure emerged.
That is a Behemoth, one of the legendary giant beasts.
Gulp.
“Ah, how I miss that taste. Let me devour him!” roared a terrifying black dragon with three
heads.
Its enormous, foul-smelling jaws inching closer to John.
Boom!
A bolt of black lightning crackled through the air, forcing the three-headed dragon to retreat.
The unicorn coldly declared, “I saw him first. This little guy is mine.”
“Stop the bickering. Let’s stick to the usual rules-draw lots,” suggested another voice. A
Minotaur, wreathed in black flames and lacking a lower body, floated towards them.
“Agreed,” the other creatures chimed in.
John watched these terrifying monsters-a collection of legendary beasts, all at the seventh
or eighth rank-with a growing sense of irritation.
Even a dark elf was among them.
The creatures began to draw lots, casually deciding John’s fate.
“Excuse me!” John interrupted, eyeing the fearsome beasts around him. “Shouldn’t you at
least ask for my opinion?”
The beasts glanced at John, their expressions filled with disdain.
The three-headed black dragon sneered, “Does it matter? You’re just food.”
The fiery Minotaur grinned, “I’m curious, though. Who would you choose, little one?”
The unicorn tossed its mane, adding, “It should be me. I’m far more elegant than the rest.”
The Behemoth looked John up and down, smacking its lips, “I’m not interested. This little guy isn’t even big enough to be a toothpick.”
John shot a glare at the Behemoth and then cut in, “Actually, I have a way out of here, but I
need to reach the ninth rank. You all seem pretty powerful, so how about one of you sacrifices yourself to help me level up?”
For a moment, the beasts were stunned, their expressions a mix of disbelief and amusement.
Yet none of them seemed angry.
The fiery Minotaur exclaimed in surprise, “By the heavens, this little guy actually startled
me!”
The Behemoth, now intrigued, asked, “What did you do to get thrown into the Abyss, little
one? Did you spy on the Demon Emperor’s daughter while she was bathing, or did you sleep
with the Demon King’s wife?”
John’s face darkened. As an upstanding man, he’d never do something so despicable.
The Behemoth reminded him a lot of Black Turtle, equally vulgar. “Interesting,” mused the three-headed black dragon, its heads bobbing as it scrutinized John. “I almost feel bad about eating him now.”
“How about we try something new?” suggested the unicorn.
The dark elf spoke up, “He’s too weak. I’m afraid we might accidentally kill him.”
…