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Chapter 170 Then, let's charge in!! (25 chapters in 2 words, please vote!)

Fang Qingyu's figure was like an ink droplet blending into the darkness.

They slid silently back to the cave entrance they were guarding, pressed against the cold rock wall, their chests rising and falling slightly.

The moment he appeared, Jiang Wei's clear gaze locked onto him, carrying a silent question.

Wei Banmeng gripped the double blades tightly, and for the first time, a clear, almost anxious inquiry appeared on her cold face.

Inside the cave, the faint blue light from the conch shell illuminated her taut profile.

"How is it?" Wei Banmeng's voice was extremely low, like ice scraping against rock, carrying a tension that she herself was unaware of.

Fang Qingyu leaned against the cold, rough rock wall and slowly exhaled a breath of foul air carrying the smell of sulfur.

Instead of answering immediately, he took out the last compressed biscuit from the inner pocket of his combat uniform, mechanically tore open the packaging, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed it vigorously.

Only after swallowing the last bite did Fang Qingyu raise his eyelids, his gaze sweeping over Jiang Wei and Wei Banmeng. His voice was low and calm, yet each word fell like an ice pick:
"That earth god chosen from the west is the creator."

That short sentence was like dropping a bomb in a dead, silent cave!
Wei Banmeng's fingers gripping the blade clenched tightly, her knuckles cracking slightly. Her icy eyes were instantly filled with disbelief: "What?!"

She almost instinctively gasped out.

This inference is so shocking, yet it perfectly explains all the irrationality!
"He is manipulating the terrain, repairing passages, and isolating probes."

Fang Qingyu's voice was flat, as if stating a cold fact, "Those modified martial artists, only he could have successfully entered and blocked every passageway, the molting-level life ghost, and the four of us below him." He paused, his gaze falling on the several fissures leading to hell deep in the cave, "I'm afraid they are all pawns trapped even deeper by this earth-type ability user."

"The entire pit is now essentially a giant altar of flesh and blood."

Jiang Wei tightened her grip on her knees slightly, and for the first time, a seriousness beyond a child's comprehension welled up in her clear eyes: "That piece of flesh can make a heartbeat; it's probably a new embryo." The little girl's voice carried a hint of instinctive disgust.

"Embryo?" Wei Banmeng keenly caught the strange word.

“Hmm,” Jiang Wei’s face tightened, her voice very soft, “Creation Technology has always wanted to use powerful Fate Ghosts as incubators to nurture their so-called embryos. Now it seems that the monster just now was only the first one, and there is a second one that has not yet hatched.”

This deduction sent a chill down Wei Banmeng's spine.

If this is true, then Creation Technology's schemes are far more insane and terrifying than anyone can imagine!
"The communication node can't be defended." Fang Qingyu made a decisive judgment, his gaze sweeping over the shimmering blue "conch shell." "With that mole inside, the Peng Snake can find this place at any time. This place will be devoured sooner or later."

He looked at Wei Banmeng, his eyes sharp as lightning: "You have to get out."

Wei Banmeng instantly understood his intention: "Take the message out?"

“Yes!” Fang Qingyu nodded, speaking rapidly. “The camp is definitely in chaos, and there’s more than one traitor. Only you, by bringing up the information you’ve seen and heard firsthand, can make the higher-ups take this seriously, thoroughly purge the traitors, and organize forces to deal with the situation! Otherwise, everyone will be devoured by this pit bit by bit!” He paused, then added, “Also, take Qin Hui and the others and evacuate Songdu immediately! This is no longer a place for Breaking Mortal Martial Artists.”

"And what about you?" Wei Banmeng's gaze was fixed on Fang Qingyu, her cold eyes scrutinizing him.

She knew all too well the "madness" in the boy's bones.

Fang Qingyu's gaze shifted to the direction where the Peng snake had disappeared deep within the cave, and it seemed as if he had pierced through the thick rock layers to see the enormous, pulsating "heart" even deeper inside.

He gave a very slight upward twitch at the corner of his mouth, the curve of which carried an almost fanatical recklessness: "I have some ideas about a 'little thing' on that snake. Besides, since Su Wanqing has paid the money, we should at least try to see if we can get the person out."

Red python scales!
The essence of ten thousand scales!

And there's the second payment that Su Wanqing promised!
The risks are high, but it's not like we can't take a gamble.

Let's unleash our full power.

Fang Qingyu was not afraid of any second-tier combatant.

Wei Banmeng gave Fang Qingyu a deep look, then glanced at Jiang Wei, who was sitting next to her with her knees drawn up, her face strangely calm.

The mystery surrounding this pair and their calm in the face of the abyss made her feel a sense of powerlessness beyond her comprehension for the first time.

Wei Banmeng didn't try to dissuade her any further, but nodded very slowly and forcefully: "Okay. I will definitely deliver the message. You... survive."

Without any further farewells, Wei Banmeng's figure flashed, like purple lightning merging into the darkness, instantly disappearing into the narrow crevice she had come from. Her movements were clean and decisive, filled with resolve.

Inside the cave, only Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei remained, along with the shimmering blue "conch" node, which emitted a fragile light amidst the boundless silence and the thick stench of blood.

"Let's go?" Jiang Wei looked up, her clear eyes reflecting a deep blue light.

"Let's go!" Fang Qingyu picked up the silver briefcase filled with Qi and Blood Crystals and Life Beads and stuffed it into his huge combat backpack.

Then he walked up to Jiang Wei, squatted down, and reached out his hands, saying, "Hold me tight."

Jiang Wei instinctively reached out and wrapped her small hands around his neck.

Fang Qingyu lifted her up steadily, the little girl's light body pressed against his burning chest.

The next moment, Fang Qingyu's eyes narrowed, and the silver-blue star in his sea of ​​consciousness suddenly burst out with dazzling light!
Om-!
A deep, viscous, pure darkness that seemed to devour all light emanated from Fang Qingyu's body like a living thing, instantly enveloping him and Jiang Wei in his arms!

【The Curtain of Eternal Night】!
The Candle-Bearer's primal power is operating at full capacity!

The two seemed to melt into the shadows of the rock wall; their aura, form, temperature—all signs of life—were perfectly concealed by this power originating from the source of darkness.

Fang Qingyu, holding Jiang Wei, stepped onto the path Su Wanqing had taken, like a ghost walking in the cracks of reality.

The Dark Vision is crystal clear under the blessing of [Night Visit].

The passage was shattered and torn apart, with marks everywhere from the massive body of the Peng Snake that had forcibly crushed it.

A strong smell of sulfur mixed with the distinctive, restless, and violent odor of the snake permeated the air.

Fang Qingyu moved silently in the absolute darkness, as fast as a ghost, yet with extraordinary composure.

We no longer need to look at maps.

With that earth element traitor in charge, the map is already a piece of waste paper.

There is only one goal now.

Head towards the core depths where the vibrations are most intense and the energy fluctuations are most chaotic!
Wherever there is a huge commotion, that is the battlefield!
Time loses its meaning in the darkness.

Perhaps a few hours have passed, or perhaps longer.

Fang Qingyu carried Jiang Wei as they traversed, crept, and climbed through the maze-like broken passages and huge cavities.

They did encounter wandering ghouls along the way.

But under the absolute cover of the [Eternal Night Curtain], the monsters were completely oblivious to the two people standing right next to them, as if they were blind.

The terrain is descending, continuously descending.

The air became scorching and viscous, carrying a strong, nauseating, sweet, and fishy smell of rotting corpses and sulfur, mixed with a faint but unsettling lingering white light.

Su Wanqing's power!

Fang Qingyu's spirits lifted, and following the faint, almost vanished white light, he increased his speed once more. Finally, the passage ahead came to an end.

Beneath my feet lies a bottomless abyss of darkness!
Surges of scorching air, mixed with a strong stench of decay, rose from below, causing Fang Qingyu's combat uniform to flutter loudly.

The tremendous sound of a heartbeat, like an ancient war drum, came from the bottom of the abyss, making one's chest tingle.

Boom!Boom!Boom!
Fang Qingyu held Jiang Wei close to the edge of the cold rock wall.

He bent down and looked intently downwards.

【The Eye of True Sight】!
[Crisis Awareness]!
Full power!

The night's veil, shrouded in eternal darkness, pierced through the thick, swirling miasma below.

The area below wasn't completely dark. A huge, wide corridor, like an underground plaza, came into view.

The moss that once gave the corridor its pale, faint glow has long since been completely submerged.

Instead, what filled the entire field of vision was a dense mass of Corpse-type Life Demons, like rotting sores!

Corpse dogs, staggering corpse puppets, bone-chilling corpse guards... and even more twisted, never-before-seen variants of ghouls!
They lay layer upon layer, pressing against each other, their rotting limbs intertwined, their gray eyes filled only with pure hunger and madness, like a boiling ocean of corpses stretching to the very edge of sight!

Blood and slime flowed into a river, slowly trickling through the gaps between the corpses, emitting a suffocating stench.

This is not a corridor at all.

Instead, it was a hellish plain made up of writhing corpses!

At the very heart of this sea of ​​corpses stands a presence that sends shivers down your spine!

It was a gigantic humanoid silhouette forcibly fused and piled up from countless corpses!
It is over ten meters tall, like a bloated mountain of flesh made of rotting blood, flesh and bones!
It has no clear head; where the head should be, there is a huge, turbid, throbbing scarlet tumor embedded in it!
The surface of the tumor was covered with thick, gnarled, dark purple blood vessels, and two fissures split open in the very center, revealing two huge, cold, vertical pupils burning with eerie blood moons!

The blood-moon's vertical pupils slowly rotated, cold and indifferent, carrying an absolute will to look down upon ants, scanning everything before it.

Right.

The same pictures as those in the forum.

Molting-level Fate Demon, Lord of the Rotten Nest!

And less than a hundred meters directly in front of the Corrupted Nest Monarch, who exudes a terrifying aura, lies...

The four figures seemed to be nailed to the spot, completely motionless!
Su Wanqing!
The warm, holy, purifying white light surrounding her had become extremely dim, like a flickering candle in the wind, casting an uncertain glow over her and the three people beside her.

Her stunningly beautiful face bore an unprecedented solemnity and exhaustion, her lower lip tightly clenched, as if she were trying her best to maintain something.

Beside her were three figures, their auras as deep and unfathomable, yet equally trapped.

An old man dressed in a simple gray robe, with a thin face and eyes like a deep pool, exuded a subtle, flowing rhythm around him.

An old man with a towering, mountain-like physique, arms with bulging muscles like the roots of an old tree, and a white beard that bristled, exuded a fierce and powerful aura, even when he was still.

The last one was a middle-aged man dressed in a plain white robe, with a refined demeanor yet carrying the air of authority honed from years of holding a high position. His features bore a resemblance to Su Wanqing's, and his face was pale, clearly indicating that he had exhausted himself.

The number matched the guess.

If we exclude the earth-type ability user, there are exactly four.

However, the four of them are now like moths caught in an invisible spider web, trapped in a cage of extremely thin dark red force field projected by the Blood Moon Vertical Pupil of the Corruption Nest Monarch!
The cage was like a giant, inverted bowl-shaped membrane, confining them tightly to a small space!

In their eyes, there was a trace of the blood moon phantom that they tried to suppress but could not completely dispel!
Su Wanqing's thin layer of purifying white light was the last barrier that was barely resisting the erosion of the blood moon!
In the narrow clearing between the four of them and the Lord of the Corruption Nest, there was a thick layer of ghoul remains, charred and burned by the power of purification, clearly indicating that a fierce battle had taken place.

But at this moment, the Lord of the Corruption Nest merely stared at them with his enormous blood-moon vertical pupil, seemingly consuming his energy and waiting.
Fang Qingyu held Jiang Wei, clinging to the cold rocks of the abyss like a gecko, their presence perfectly concealed by the eternal night.

They could clearly see the hellish scene below and the predicament of the four trapped powerful individuals.

Jiang Wei's small hands instinctively gripped Fang Qingyu's collar, her clear eyes reflecting the writhing sea of ​​corpses below and the chilling blood-red vertical pupil in the center. For the first time, a clear look of astonishment appeared on her face.

She tilted her head slightly, her voice low and filled with a rare hint of bewilderment: "Qingzi... what should we do?"

How to do?
Ahead lie molting-level monsters and a sea of ​​ghouls, behind them the traitorous chosen one who controls the terrain and could be alerted at any moment. The trapped powerhouse is so close, yet feels as if separated by an insurmountable chasm.

Fang Qingyu slowly lowered his head and looked into Jiang Wei's clear, questioning eyes.

There was no fear or despair on his face; instead, the corners of his mouth slowly curved upwards into an almost wild arc.

Instead of directly answering Jiang Wei's question, he asked in a slightly playful tone:

"Little Jiang, can you fly?"

Jiang Wei was taken aback and subconsciously shook her head.

Her flames can briefly hover and glide, but they cannot actually fly.

Upon hearing this, Fang Qingyu's smile widened dramatically, appearing particularly blatant and dangerous under the shadow of the eternal night!
Fang Qingyu took a deep breath, and the dormant power within him erupted like a volcano suppressed for millennia!

Om-!
The celestial force field of the Zhou Tian constellations instantly expanded to its limit!
An invisible, viscous, sluggish sensation spread like mercury, enveloping an area tens of meters below!

boom--!
The crimson flames roared and surged!

Dark red lava patterns instantly illuminated his entire body, and the scorching heat distorted the air, making his skin appear as if it were covered with a layer of flowing magma armor!

Tsk-!
Deep, violent black flames rose from his palm, coiling around the blade of the Dragon Sparrow Slaying Calamity, like a destructive fire from the deepest hell, illuminating the ancient blade in complete darkness, with only the edge of the blade flickering with a dark light that devours the light!
Crimson, deep blue, pitch black!

Three-colored light intertwined and swirled around him, his aura like that of an ancient ferocious beast awakening—violent, blazing, and destructive!
"Just charge in!!!"

Fang Qingyu let out a low roar, which was like a thunderclap on the abyss cliff!

At this moment, the two stopped hiding and sneaking around. Fang Qingyu held Jiang Wei in his arms and suddenly pushed off the almost vertical rock wall behind them!

Boom!

The hard rock beneath his feet shattered!
Using the recoil, Fang Qingyu, like a mad dragon breaking free of its shackles, with an indomitable and terrifying momentum, leaped down towards the sea of ​​corpses, the hideous figure of the Bone Blood Moon Demon, and the four figures shrouded in the blood moon!

Orange-red flames erupted instantly beneath Jiang Wei's feet, forming a condensed lotus platform that steadily supported the two falling figures and dispelled the approaching miasma.

Jiang Wei's face tightened, and her clear eyes shone with a bright golden-red light, a terrifying force field poised to be unleashed!

The dragon-sparrow soars high, slaying calamity.

The blade, wreathed in black flames and starlight, pointed directly at the enormous skeletal Blood Moon Demon!

Fang Qingyu's figure, carrying the resolute determination to incinerate everything, crashed into the deepest part of hell like a meteor!

He was going to use the most violent methods to tear a bloody path through!
(End of this chapter)