Chapter 333

Dong Ningxue saw Lu Jing looking thoughtful and knew what he was thinking.

"Lu Jing, you're thinking too simply; it's not just a stage boss that simple..."

Dong Ningxue sighed, furrowed her brows, "The strength of the Cave Lord-level Aberrant Beast is terrifying; we ordinary people can't handle it at all—it usually starts at level thirteen, strong enough to crush human Martial Lord Realm experts."

"Level thirteen Aberrant Beast? Crush Martial Lords?"

Lu Jing's pupils contracted slightly; jumping from level eight or nine straight to thirteen, that gap is too exaggerated.

"So you're thinking too simply; the appearance of a Cave Lord doesn't mean clearing it after beating it—on the contrary, once the Cave Lord appears, it means the ensuing Aberrant Beasts will be even trickier and crazier..."

Dong Ningxue explained.

"Then what changes will happen to the Cave after we kill it?"

Lu Jing pressed further.

"A Lord-level Aberrant Beast is born from the will of the entire Cave; killing it will cause some passages inside the Cave to collapse, and the number of Aberrant Beasts will sharply drop."

So that's how it is...

Lu Jing nodded, somewhat understanding, "After the passages collapse, it means the Aberrant Beasts' route to the human world is cut off, so we won't need so many people."

No wonder the Grade A Cave we saw this time is so much larger in area than the previous Grade B Cave.

It should be that the Lord of the Grade B Cave has already been eliminated, causing the area to shrink.

"Yes," Dong Ningxue nodded, "once all Lord-level Aberrant Beasts are killed, the passages can be reduced by more than half, greatly lessening our workload—but only if we can kill them..."

Dong Ningxue added solemnly: "As far as I know, the previous Grade A Cave produced a level fifteen Lord!"

"Level fifteen?!"

Lu Jing sucked in a breath of cold air.

"Yes, a level fifteen Aberrant Beast is a terrifying existence capable of matching a Martial Emperor Realm expert; therefore, no one can predict what level this Cave's Lord will be, or whether we can handle it..."

After Dong Ningxue finished speaking, she sighed and looked toward a continually expanding fissure in the sky.

Lu Jing's face likewise turned grim.

Even a Grade A Cave having produced a level fifteen Aberrant Beast means that even if Situjun came, he could be killed in one strike.

At that moment, a figure clad in a military-green windbreaker flickered and stood beside the two.

"You all withdraw first, taking the soldiers with you."

Situjun ordered: "When a Lord-level Aberrant Beast appears, ordinary Aberrant Beasts stop attacking; staying here is pointless. I've already sent a signal upward—all Martial Lord Realm forces are rushing here..."

Roar—

Before Situjun's words had finished, another piercing howl came, practically bursting eardrums.

Many soldiers on the city wall had blood seeping from their ears.

Some with lower realms even lost combat ability outright, collapsing limp on the ground.

"It's coming..."

Situjun's gaze turned stern as he looked at the huge fissure in the sky.

Only see within the fissure, a ferocious, unimaginably huge head slowly probing out...

It looks like an evil dragon from Western mythology, its head alone hundreds of meters in size!

This is merely a head!

One can't imagine the full size of this evil dragon—just how exaggerated it is!

Oppressive, tense—

In that instant, all present soldiers, including Lu Jing, Dong Ningxue, and Situjun, felt their scalps go numb, even their breathing pausing momentarily.

"Holy shit, this thing is too scary!"

"Just one look and goosebumps rose all over me..."

"This thing isn't even of this dimension; it only exists in myths!"

Many soldiers' legs went weak, and they slumped to the ground sitting.

Many people, after just one glance, lacked the courage to look again.

"Is this the Lord-level Aberrant Beast..."

"Quick, look—it's coming out!"

Only see—

The head that had protruded, blocking the sky, was slowly extending from the fissure, and the neck gradually became visible bit by bit...

Lu Jing's pupils contracted slightly; a rough estimate put the neck at about two kilometers long, like a continuous mountain range in the sky!

Can humans really deal with such a monster?

Roar—

Another earth-shaking dragon roar.

Few soldiers remained standing on the city wall; most had already collapsed.

They lay on the ground, looking up from below at the huge monster initially emerging from the fissure.

The torso behind the neck gradually came into view for everyone.

On the evil dragon's wings, a twisted, painful face was inlaid like paper.

At a glance it seemed like some mysterious pattern, but closer inspection revealed these faces pieced together...

"Why do these faces look somewhat familiar?"

Someone noticed something off and spoke up to warn.

Lu Jing frowned; these faces were exactly like those phantom beasts, as if carved from the same mold!

Could it be that the phantom beasts, which can only be killed by mental power, are actually bred from this monster's body?!

A bold guess rose in Lu Jing's mind.

As the Lord-level Aberrant Beast fully revealed its form, a terrifying pressure burst forth instantly.

Everyone was shaken by this aura and kept stepping back.

Situjun's tiger eyes widened as he fiercely stomped the ground beneath his feet.

Boom—

He stomped the hard city wall, creating a deep pit, barely stopping his retreat.

His heart pounded as he looked at the monster, an indescribable palpitation surging through his mind.

In contrast, Lu Jing merely stepped back a step, his stance showing no sway at all.

"That was just a mental attack......"

Lu Jing muttered to himself.

It was precisely because his mental strength and purity were extremely high that he was affected the least.

He reached out with both hands, pulling Dong Ningxue and Zhu Xingyao, who were about to fall, back up.

"It's eleventh-level......"

Situjun spoke with difficulty, his face grim to the extreme.

Because this eleventh-level aberrant beast is of the same type as the Illusory Beast, a mental-type......

If it were merely an ordinary eleventh-level aberrant beast, he could still hold it off for a moment by risking his life, and with luck he might even be able to slay it.

But this aberrant beast is clearly adept at mental attacks; as a Martial Artist with no talent, what can he use to fight it?

Just now, that evil dragon casually flapped its wings, and the mental wave it emitted made his body stiffen; if it unleashed its full power...

Situjun turned his head to look behind him; all the warriors gazed at him with questioning and hopeful eyes.

At this moment, his furrowed brows gradually relaxed.

"Hah——"

A breath of turbid air was exhaled by Situjun, his face regaining its former confidence and calm.