You promised to wreak havoc on the dungeon, but instead you've got Dragon Slime!

Viser roared and charged forward, slamming his greatsword into the monster's arm, severing a tentacle. But in the next instant, more tentacles lashed out, smashing him into the ground.

Ron took a step forward, charging in front of the monster, his blade slashing down with an annihilation wave. Blood exploded on the monster's chest, slicing open a huge maw, from which black liquid and tentacle fragments sprayed out.

The monster roared, and the entire corridor trembled. The flesh on the walls writhed wildly, and countless tentacles lunged from all directions, threatening to engulf the entire group.

Claudia desperately stretched out the Shadow Scales, and the talismans exploded one by one, momentarily stopping the tentacles.

Ron did not retreat. He knew that this thing had to be killed in one blow, or the entire corridor would be a graveyard.

He raised his knife, and blood gushed forth.

[Annihilation Simulation - Forced Overclocking].

The system prompt flashes wildly:

[Warning: 90% chance of soul separation]

[WARNING: Extremely high risk of physical disintegration]

He didn't stop. He swung the knife down with all his might from top to bottom.

boom--

A crimson light swept across the entire corridor, cleaving the guardian's chest in two. The monster let out a final shriek, its body disintegrating, its tentacles turning to ash and dissipating.

The corridor finally quieted down.

The soldiers fell one by one, gasping for breath. More than half were dead or wounded, and blood flowed like a river across the battlefield.

Ron stood amidst the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, his face pale. A sweet taste rose in his throat, and he spat a mouthful of blood onto the blade.

A system notification appears:

[The core of the dungeon, the Guardian of the Flesh Corridor, has been destroyed.]

[Current Progress: Abyss Bone Tower 52%]

He raised his head, looking into the darkness deep within the exit ahead, his eyes filled with coldness.

"continue."

The drums sounded again, and the surviving troops, dragging their wounded bodies, stepped deeper into the tower's interior.

After finally traversing the corridor of flesh and blood, the scene changed completely as the group stepped onto the next level.

This is a vast altar plaza, surrounded by towering bone pillars, each inscribed with eerie runes. Grayish-white flames fill the air, not burning, but sending chills down one's spine.

In the center of the square stood a massive altar, its black stone platform littered with broken bones and blood jars. Blood gushed from the altar's mouth like a spring, flowing down channels and across the entire square. Countless skulls floated in the blood, their eye sockets glowing eerily.

As soon as I stepped into the square, the blood began to boil, and the skulls on the bone altar opened their jaws, emitting a piercing clattering sound.

The next moment, all the bone pillars around the altar lit up, and white flames suddenly rose up, enveloping the entire square.

"Raise the formation!" Ron shouted coldly.

The soldiers immediately formed a battle formation, but the flames from the bone pillars were even more ferocious than the previous mist, piercing through their armor and scorching their flesh. Several soldiers who reacted slowly fell on the spot, their flesh peeling away layer by layer, turning into black ash.

Viser roared and lunged at the nearest bone pillar, slashing down with his greatsword. The blade struck the pillar, but instead of shattering, a burst of black fire erupted from the crack, sending him flying.

Claudia's face turned ashen. He frantically tossed out talismans, the flames of which landed in the blood trough, temporarily suppressing the gushing blood. But the bone pillar continued to spew fire, making it impossible to quell the bleeding.

Ron raised his sword, a wave of blood pressing down to protect the front ranks. A ruthless glint flashed in his eyes as he stepped directly into the blood ditch, his sword pointing straight at the bone altar in the center.

The blood trough instantly boiled, and dozens of blood snakes surged out of it, lunging at him. Ron slashed horizontally with his blade, a burst of blood-red light sweeping across, cleaving the blood snakes in two. Shards splattered onto his body, instantly corroding his armor, tearing open his flesh, and drawing blood.

But he did not retreat. With a heavy step, he relentlessly approached the bone altar.

Suddenly, the skulls on the altar let out a piercing scream, and the entire plaza trembled instantly. The blood in the blood trench shot into the sky, transforming into a gigantic blood hand that slammed down with immense force towards Ron.

A cold glint flashed in Ron's eyes.

[Annihilation Simulation - Forced Derivation].

Blood and black energy intertwined, transforming into a giant blade that grew several meters in size in his hand. The blade fiercely met the bloody hand.

boom!

A burst of blood erupted from the plaza, bone pillars shattered one after another, and white flames dissipated into fragments of light. The bloody hand was severed, shattering into a cloud of blood mist.

Ron's blade shattered, and the flesh in his palm was torn open, exposing the bone. Yet he gritted his teeth and raised the knife again.

Just then, the bone altar itself began to collapse, cracks spreading outwards, and a terrifying aura of resentment surged forth. Countless remnant souls shrieked within, rushing in all directions.

The soldiers were instantly stunned by the vengeful spirits, their spirits about to be torn away. Claudia, clinging to her Shadow Scales, desperately tried to protect the rear, but the resentment was too overwhelming, and she was forced to her knees by the pressure, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth.

Without hesitation, Ron plunged the knife into the crack in the altar and pressed himself down.

[Annihilation Simulation: Ultimate Suppression].

The system kept sending out notifications:

[Warning: Lifespan depleting—]

[Warning: Irreversible psychological damage—]

boom! ! !

The altar shattered completely, vengeful spirits tore through the light, and the shrieks vanished instantly. The blood-red trenches in the square dried up, and the black flames were extinguished.

silence.

The ground was littered with corpses. Less than a third of the soldiers survived; all the ballistae were destroyed, and fewer than a hundred could stand.

Ron pulled out his knife, blood dripping down his arm to his feet. A metallic taste rose in his throat, but he forced it back down.

A system notification appears:

The core of the instance, the Bone Altar Sacrifice Domain, has been destroyed.

[Current Progress: Abyss Bone Tower 68%]

Ron turned around, looked at the remaining troops, and uttered only two words:

"Alive ones, keep up."

The drums sounded once more, carrying with them blood, despair, and murderous intent.

After the Bone Altar sacrificial domain collapsed, the group dragged their wrecked bodies down.

The passage grew narrower and narrower, the air damp and cold like a dripping prison. After walking for an unknown amount of time, the passage suddenly opened up before them, revealing a huge well. The wellhead was pitch black and bottomless, the walls covered with scratches, as if left by countless people thrown in and desperately trying to climb out.

A thin layer of white mist floated around the wellhead. Upon closer inspection, it wasn't mist at all, but rather wisps of ghostly figures trapped at the edge, forever unable to enter or leave. Their mouths opened and closed, but no sound came out; they simply stared intently at the bottom of the well.

“The Well of Souls,” Ron whispered.

Before he could give the order, a roar suddenly came from the wellhead, followed by a surge of souls.

Countless ghostly figures surged forth from the well, rushing towards the ranks. These ghostly figures had no physical form, yet they could directly burrow into human bodies. The first soldier to be struck instantly had his pupils shrink, then his entire body stiffened, as if his soul had been drained, and he collapsed straight down.

Dozens of soldiers were instantly swarmed, their souls stolen, and their bodies fell one by one onto the ground.

Viser roared and swung his greatsword wildly, cleaving a swarm of souls apart with his sword energy. But the scattered soul shadows quickly reassembled, as if they were impossible to kill.

Claudia gritted her teeth and forced open the Shadow Scales, causing the talismans to explode one by one, temporarily blocking the soul shadows on the outer edge. But her face grew paler and paler, and her arms trembled violently.

Ron raised his sword, and a wave of blood spread out.

The blood and the tide of souls collided, like flames burning oil, exploding instantly. The tide of souls was pushed back down, but the wellhead continued to spew out, seemingly endlessly.

"Seal the well!" Ron gritted his teeth.

The craftsman immediately stepped in, driving the blood-grooved iron nails fiercely into the well wall. Blood flowed down the nails, forming sealing patterns. But the surge of soul energy was too powerful; one nail was snapped off as soon as it was erected, and the craftsman was torn to pieces by the soul energy, leaving not even a corpse behind.

Ron's heart sank. He knew this was no ordinary checkpoint; it was forcing their entire army to fight to the death.

He took a deep breath and immediately granted system privileges:

[Annihilation Simulation - Third Form]

boom!

The blade turned completely black, cracks spreading wildly, the blood-red light swallowed by the annihilation energy, turning into pure black. With a single slash, the entire tide of souls was forcefully cleaved open, creating a passage leading directly to the well.

Ron stomped his foot and charged straight into the passage, his blade pointing directly at the center of the well.

Chapter 170

The surging tide of souls in the well howled, and countless soul shadows rushed towards him, trying to devour him.

Ron slashed again and again, bursting forth with blood and black light, shattering layer upon layer of the soul tide. Pieces of his flesh tore apart, and black lines spread down his neck.

But he didn't stop.

boom!

The knife was plunged deep into the center of the well.

The system is displaying a message indicating excessive screen-filling:

[Dungeon Core - Well of Souls Triggered]

[Should a mandatory lockdown be implemented?]

Ron didn't hesitate and whispered, "Yes."

In an instant, the entire well exploded. The soul tide was sucked back to the bottom of the well, as if grabbed and forcibly shoved back in by an invisible hand. Countless cracks appeared in the well wall, and black flames shot out from the cracks.

Ron pressed the knife down hard with one hand, while his other hand was plunged into the knife, blood gushing from between his fingers. His body felt like it was being torn apart, but he stubbornly held on.

Half an hour later, the wellhead was completely sealed, and the tide of souls dissipated.

The square was silent, save for the corpses and remnants of the army lying on the ground. Fewer than fifty people were still standing.

Ron's arm bones were cracked, and blood was flowing like a river, but he still pulled out the knife and slowly raised his head.

A system notification appears:

The core of the dungeon, the Well of Souls, has been destroyed.

[Current Progress: Abyss Bone Tower 81%]

His voice was low and deep: "Those who survive, keep going."

The drumbeats sounded again, weak, yet still urging them forward.

Even after the Well of Souls was sealed, the area below the well opening did not become completely quiet.