There's a skeleton dungeon connected to my basement.

Chapter 606, The Challenge of the Nameless
This is not an easy battle.

"The Deep Slaughterer, the rusted giant axe that had accompanied Xiao Yang for a very long time, was destroyed in this battle."

His scarlet eyes darted around, and the figure of the thunder giant in front of him almost filled Xiao Yang's entire field of vision. Its movements were not clumsy or sluggish; on the contrary, they were extremely fast.

This Thunder Giant is similar to Xiao Yang in some ways, or to be more precise, Xiao Yang is similar to him in some ways.

There were no fancy tricks, only absolute power accompanied by thunder.

The most direct feeling associated with thunder is danger and destruction, and this thunder giant clearly has a good grasp of that.

Xiao Yang saw it clearly.

The raging lightning interfered with his senses, but his third eye was able to directly lock onto the figure that was surrounded by billions of raging lightning bolts, like a moving storm.

He raised the axe high in his hand.

As if it were a prophetic foresight, it raised its hand to meet the attack, and in an instant, with a piercing sound, the dark battle axe and a jet-black warhammer collided.

At this moment, Xiao Yang forced the thunder giant in front of him to take a step back.

This result comes from the blessing brought by the legend of the Crimson Lord; Xiao Yang possesses many strange and unpredictable abilities.

A deafening roar rang out.

The Thunder Giants were not satisfied with this result.

His body swelled, expanded and grew taller until it finally connected with heaven and earth. He lowered his head, and his eyes, filled with accumulated lightning and turned purple, looked down at Xiao Yang.

The wind is blowing hard.

Xiao Yang was not afraid; he was not afraid from beginning to end.

Looking up, his figure was barely noticeable in the shadow of the thunder giant in front of him, truly giving the impression of being like an ant.

With just one collision, he roughly figured out the gap between the two sides. It wasn't so big as to be despairing. He was indeed just one step away from the pillars.

Although this final step determines whether it will ultimately be cloud or mud.

However, at least one thing is certain.

Xiao Yang is fully qualified to stand here.

In a way, Xiao Yang, who appeared out of nowhere like a shooting star, was truly unknown.

It was as if it had truly jumped out of a stone.

Even Sun Wukong spent countless years nurturing himself within the Seven-Colored Stone.

But Xiao Yang has risen from obscurity to where he is today, standing here as a challenger, raising his weapon high.

"Still unknown."

Even after today, this question may still be pondered for a long time without a definitive answer.

"Who is he?"

That's why we say the world is sometimes so unfair.

Ever since Xiao Yang witnessed the Ancient Dragon King's fall and wailing, and witnessed the formation of a new world will, everything he did suddenly became uncertain and unpredictable.

"With that indescribable frustration, for the first time, I actively sought greater power, but faced with another version of myself, I hesitated and stood on a high mountain, looking down at the rain that smelled of salted fish, and watching the cruel war."

As a truly stubborn person, he never seemed to be afraid.

"But I'm afraid of losing it."

He knew very well that if he died, everything would collapse in an instant.

Having already given so much, he was so resistant to this outcome.

Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned.

That day, this famous man, this famous myth, simply felt that there was no hope in the world and wanted to destroy it.

At that time, he had no power and was unable to make any changes to any of it.

Until now, the situation has changed.

Ask yourself these questions carefully.

"Do these things matter?" Even if he fails, he can still be the great savior, the hero standing in the light.

The struggle in the sea of ​​the soul.

I almost died.

Fortunately, he managed to climb back.

"They managed to climb back!"

No, it can't be considered truly dead; it's just that it's changing, becoming another version of itself.

Perhaps this is the meaning of anchoring.

At the demigod level, Xiao Yang hadn't even had a chance to enjoy the benefits of the immense power in his hands for very long before the downsides came knocking.

It's like a stranded person clinging to a plank, floating in the middle of the ocean. Looking around, there's no land, no passing ships, no food, the sun is so huge, the water is undrinkable, and you might encounter an octopus at any moment.

This is what Xiao Yang is facing.

The only thing he could hold onto was this piece of wood in his hand.

“A prisoner of power in the truest sense.”

I just need to ask myself honestly.

"Isn't it worth it?"

Amidst the baptism of billions of thunderbolts, Xiao Yang raised the giant axe high in his hand.

With each collision, he raised his massive black axe high, but instead of grinning or laughing, he maintained a calm, even indifferent, expression.

Flames suddenly ignited in his eyes.

Flames roared in those deep blue eyes.

That was an extremely pure kind of dedication.

If he wins this time, he will press the guy's head down and make a declaration to him.

They inquired of Him.

"Can you do it?"

If he wins, that's when we should be laughing.

But it's not easy.

In the midst of repeated collisions, quite suddenly, the giant axe in Xiao Yang's hand shattered.

Thunder is inherently the force that suppresses all shadows and darkness, and Xiao Yang is now facing one of the most powerful Thunder Masters in the entire universe.

The Deep Axe has the ability to grow into a genuine divine weapon on its own, but unfortunately, that day has not yet come.

Moreover, it was itself restrained by this dazzling thunder.

Xiao Yang kept swinging it, killing again and again. The resentment and unwillingness of countless dead gathered on it, pushing it toward the status of a divine artifact.

Until this moment, it shattered and disintegrated amidst the dazzling, invisible thunder.

Having lost his weapon, Xiao Yang lost his advantage. The silver thorns tried to protect him, but the silver barrier that was erected only lasted for a moment before shattering and collapsing.

Pushed backward until the white in front of him disappeared, he shook his head in a daze. A single advantageous attack was not enough to completely defeat Xiao Yang.

After regaining consciousness, Xiao Yang saw the huge furrow he had plowed in front of him.

On the exposed body, lightning-shaped patterns climbed and moved like living tattoos.

Xiao Yang was unharmed, thanks to the protective power of his defensive myth traits and the aura of a true man.

The True Man Aura and the Crimson Lord's effects complement each other well.

"One won't get hurt before the opponent is damaged, and the other's first attack is guaranteed to be a critical hit."

Unfortunately, Xiao Yang had already used up the Crimson Lord's effect in this battle, and he was unable to inflict any damage with that attack.

(End of this chapter)