Chapter 601: Black Dragon Revives

Woon—

The high-pitched shriek sounded again.

Done the same way.

The blood corpse wall ahead was easily dissolved.

As they pressed deeper.

Everywhere they looked, writhing muscle tissue had already taken over.

They seemed to have burrowed into the flesh, like invading viruses constantly destroying obstacles along the way.

Spiritual energy drained...

Death..

Rebirth..

They unleashed the Soul Shriek again.

In just a few minutes, the ascetic practitioner team enduring repeated deaths began to show true vitality exhaustion.

Whenever an equipped ascetic practitioner lost combat ability, Lin An had the following top-ten ascetic practitioners take over the equipment and keep fighting.

Corpses fell like rain.

The blood corpses forming the defense line seemed to sense they were about to charge into the core.

For a moment, all blood corpses fell into utter madness, ignoring the periphery and their own embattled ascetic practitioners, swiftly retreating at any cost.

On the periphery of the corpse tide, the ascetic practitioners ordered to hold back the blood corpses were suddenly stunned.

Upon noticing the blood corpses trying to fall back, everyone realized what was happening.

Blood corpses... were afraid...

Lin An and the others were probably going to succeed.

"Kill! Kill!!"

"Hold them!! Hold the blood corpses!!"

Countless excited, frantic shouts rang out.

Even ordinary people who hadn't yet had time to advance fell into absolute frenzy.

They used lances, knives, and forks.

They even simply grabbed the blood corpses' limbs with both hands, trying to contribute their strength to hold back the retreating blood corpses.

For a moment, the battlefield displayed the strangest scene in this world's history.

The blood corpses ran toward the core, while humans frantically tried to stop them.

The two opposing battlefield scenes looked somewhat eerie.

"Hiss!"

The sound of blades cutting rang out continuously.

In the team, the No. 2 ascetic practitioner who had just put on the equipment had no mind to lament how terrifying it was.

They had already been completely surrounded by blood corpses.

Above, below, in all directions.

Bright red muscle tissue tightly "squeezed" them in.

We can't break through... we're really done for...

His hands and feet trembled; at such a life-and-death moment, he sincerely hoped Lin An would succeed.

And at this moment.

They had officially reached three kilometers from the blood corpse core.

Breathing heavily, he kept thrusting Cain's Blade in his hand.

At this stage, they had already been completely surrounded by blood corpses.

Their chests heaved rapidly, even their breathing felt scorching.

They felt somewhat relieved.

Unable to count how many times he had swung his sword, Lin An only knew that in this brief yet long stretch, he had slain far too many blood corpses.

If it weren't for the Secret Realm creatures not granting experience, he even suspected that slaying blood corpses alone could have forced him to rank up to third stage.

Fortunately, he initially gained physical strengthening; otherwise, he would have died from exhaustion.

In midair, or rather, on the blood corpses' flesh.

Zhang Tie was covered in flesh chunks, his pair of giant fists pounding out like machinery.

After they "chiseled" their way into the blood corpses' interior, there was no longer any sense of space.

Simply put, they didn't even need to fly.

They simply stepped on the blood corpses and charged forward.

Like a mouse burrowing into flesh, they just needed to keep burrowing forward.

Of the 117 ascetic practitioners wearing equipment, more than half had already died in battle.

And among the old-era ascetic practitioners, only Nos. 2, 6, and 4 remained.

On average, each person had revived 32 times, which is how they achieved the current results.

"Your Majesty... let's retreat..."

"If we go deeper, we'll all die!"

"You're dragging my Great Xia into a land of eternal damnation again!!"

After the No. 2 ascetic practitioner respawned with a deathly pale face, he flailed about, wildly waving Cain's Blade in panic.

He wasn't skilled with weapons, so he could only follow Lin An's orders to repeatedly activate the equipment's skill.

After continuous bloody battles, his vitality was severely overdrawn.

He no longer felt like opposing Lin An; he now only wanted to hurry back.

He could only hope Lin An cared about the Great Xia Dynasty's survival; hurry up and escape!

Too terrifying.

The resolute belief from a century of ascetic practice was also worn down here amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

How many blood corpses has he killed?

Thirty thousand or fifty thousand?

How many times has he died?

Forty times or fifty times?

Numb, desperate.

If Lin An hadn't still been locking onto his figure with spiritual power during the earlier fight, he wouldn't even need to think—he would rather embrace his shattered belief and flee.

"Yes! Your Majesty! Retreat quickly! There's still time!"

Except for the newly promoted ascetic practitioners he had personally promoted in the army, who still gritted their teeth and silently followed the battle, the other top-ten ascetic practitioners forcibly brought along now only wanted to withdraw.

Seeing the endless blood corpses, Lin An paid no attention to these ascetic practitioners' urgings.

After briefly sensing the position, he suddenly turned his head and calmly spoke to the No. 2 Ascetic Practitioner.

"Retreat?"

"Then I'll make use of your head!"

!!?

Before he could react, Lin An grabbed him with a big hand, seizing the No. 2 Ascetic Practitioner who was desperately blocking the blood corpses.

With his strength exhausted, Lin An directly removed his equipment and tightly gripped his withered body.

Zhang Tie beside him, in tacit understanding, likewise seized the remaining ascetic practitioners, ignoring the blood corpses besieging him.

"Hand it over!"

"Swish!"

A sword light flashed.

A head fell to the ground.

In the No. 2 Ascetic Practitioner's terrified gaze, he had just tried to regrow a skull when he horrifiedly discovered a black seed suddenly "planted" on his neck.

The instantaneous surge of suction drained his regenerative vitality.

Lin An gave a light laugh, then directly used the Death Seed to absorb his vitality.

Just as he had anticipated.

These ascetic practitioners could have their vitality absorbed by the Death Seed at the moment of death.

Although the quality was somewhat inferior, as long as it briefly hindered their rebirth process, the Death Seed could continuously block regeneration like a pump, drawing power.

Truly a human-shaped battery.

Without Hesitation.

Having already reached the final three kilometers, how could Lin An possibly retreat!

Want to run?

Want to escape!?

Then contribute your last bit of strength for me!

"Activate,, Soul Transformation!"

"Buzz!!"

The Death God Crystal suddenly flared with purple light, and the sole third-rank soul was instantly consumed.

A vast surge of spiritual power rushed into his body, and his state began to climb.

Every move exerted peak power.

At the same time, a white light flashed.

Lin An, without hesitation, grasped the silver-white Causal Sequence in his hand.

If using it, then use all trump cards together!

Solemn, resolute.

Let me see just how strong my ultimate state can be!

"Activate Causal Sequence 8, Reverse!"

"Time Lock! Ameba Worm Dungeon, Third Rank State!"

Double superposition.

Abilities granted by the Death Seed surged into the Causal Sequence.

In an instant, five-colored flowing light enveloped his whole body.

The aura, which had been climbing toward the brink of third rank, finally broke through.

An aura akin to a doomsday version erupted instantly.

"Roar!!!"

Amidst the endless corpse tide, a dragon's roar suddenly rang out.

Within a kilometer radius around him, all blood corpses began to tremble and disintegrate under this absolute supreme pressure.

Reversing time, he borrowed strength from the past.

The black dragon revived.