Sequence Beyond: My Wife is a Mysterious Boss

Ning Wei used a dagger to cut away the surface moss along the pattern of the floor tiles.

The complex astrological patterns have resurfaced.

Her gaze followed the array patterns as she rapidly deduced their direction, her fingers constantly tracing lines in the air.

Lin Bai waited patiently, his right hand resting on his left wrist.

The owl pulled out a silk handkerchief from somewhere and began to wipe his slender fingers gently.

Honglian idly blew pink bubbles into the sky.

Five minutes later.

Ning Wei stood up, her face pale, and turned to look at Lin Bai.

"I understand now. This is a sacrificial array. The entire area beneath our feet is a giant container."

She pointed to the array patterns converging towards the center.

"To activate this trial, you need to be nourished with the blood of a higher-level life form."

"Blood?"

The owl's Adam's apple bobbed uncontrollably.

On his pale face, two dark red lines crept up from the corners of his eyes.

Honglian glanced at Yexiao and slapped him on the back of the head.

"Calm down, I'm drooling."

Night Owl rubbed his head and coughed lightly. "Instinctive reaction."

Lin Bai turned his head.

The butcher lay sprawled on the ground, unconscious. The penetrating wound in his chest was horrifying, and a large chunk of flesh was missing from his right leg.

Blood was everywhere, and the person was completely lifeless.

Take a step forward and walk up to it.

He raised his right foot and kicked the butcher twice in the butcher's soft side ribs.

"Alright, stop pretending. It's your turn to shine."

The butcher remained motionless.

The breathing rate was so slow that even the heartbeat seemed to stop.

For body cultivators who have mastered their physical bodies to the ninth level, this is the most basic method of tortoise breathing.

Honglian watched this scene and a smile appeared on her lips.

"Bang!"

Flames spewed out.

The dark golden bullet grazed the bluestone slab, heading straight for the butcher's head.

The butcher, who had been "unconscious," suddenly opened his eyes.

With a powerful push from his thick arms on the floor, his massive body bounced up like a ball.

He retreated rapidly.

The bullet grazed his scalp, struck the black stone pillar behind him, and exploded into a blinding cloud of frost.

The butcher landed with a thud, looked up and shuddered.

Lin Bai crossed his arms, his gaze calm.

Night Owl toyed with a scalpel he'd pulled out from somewhere, his eyes lingering on the carotid artery in the man's neck.

Honglian's gun, still smoking, was pointed in his direction.

Three monsters.

The butcher cursed inwardly.

With a flick of his wrist, Lin Bai sent a gleaming dagger flying from his hand.

"Take the initiative yourself, don't force me to do it." Lin Bai's tone left no room for negotiation.

The butcher looked down at the dagger, veins throbbing on his forehead.

Now, the tiger has fallen into the plains and has been forced into this predicament.

He bent down and picked up the dagger.

Aim at the artery in your right wrist and make a cut.

Blood gushed out, the dark red ninth-order blood, carrying a scorching temperature, fell into the array grooves beneath their feet.

"Tick-tock...tick-tock..."

The moment the blood touched the stone slab, it seemed to flow rapidly along the ancient astrological runes, as if it were alive.

Night Owl took a deep breath, a sickly blush appearing on his pale face, and he even unconsciously took half a step forward.

Honglian reached out and grabbed the belt of his trench coat, pulling him back.

As the butcher continued to bleed the blood, the array patterns in the center of the arena lit up.

The once lifeless black stone pillars now seemed to come alive with the carved beast totems, their hollow eyes glowing with a scarlet light.

The vibrations from the ground traveled up to my feet.

"Boom!"

The floor tiles in the center of the arena slowly cracked open to both sides, and a huge metal cage with a diameter of ten meters rose from the ground.

The cage's bars were made of an unknown dark gold metal, and the surface was covered with dense inscriptions.

Inside the cage, a blurry black shadow was locked inside.

The shadowy figure had no fixed shape, resembling a constantly billowing cloud of smoke.

As the cage rose, a nauseating stench of decay filled the air.

[Trial activated.]

A cold voice echoed through the arena.

[Sacrificial Offering Qualification: Ninth-Tier Body Cultivator.]

[Difficulty Adjustment: Highest.]

Objective: Survive the Devourer of the Abyss for ten minutes.

[Countdown begins in ten seconds.]

The butcher's face was deathly pale, and the muscles in his wrist were constricted as he forcibly stopped the bleeding.

He stared intently at the dark figure in the cage, his hair standing on end.

That pure aura of destruction was more terrifying than any ninth-tier being he had ever seen.

Lin Bai frowned slightly.

The dark, hidden body beneath the shadow immediately expanded outwards, pulling Ning Wei behind it.

The owl put away its scalpel, and its fingernails rapidly grew, transforming into jet-black claws.

Honglian then pulled out both double-barreled muskets and licked her lips.

......

"Ten...nine..." The cold, mechanical voice echoed through the dome.

The ten-second countdown has reached zero.

The dark gold inscriptions on the surface of the metal cage were completely extinguished, and the thick fence turned into iron powder scattered all over the ground.

The dark, inky shape was completely freed and expanded wildly in all directions.

Honglian was the first to move.

She drew her double-barreled musket and fired repeatedly at the shadowy figure.

A dozen or so bullets, glowing with a ghostly blue light, tore through the air and disappeared into the shadows.

Not a sound was made.

Ripples spread across the surface of the shadowy figure, and the violent kinetic energy and explosive properties were swallowed up completely, like stones sinking into the sea.

Moreover, after swallowing the bullet, the shadowy figure grew significantly taller and moved even faster.

The owl moved swiftly, appearing to the side of the shadowy figure.

With a swift grasp of his five fingers, several blood-red blades, barely visible to the naked eye, sliced ​​through the air, precisely striking the tentacles extending from the shadowy figure.

The blood-stained blade pierced through his body.

The tentacles broke off and fell, but before hitting the ground, they turned into black mist and re-integrated into the main body.

Immediately afterward, thicker and longer new tentacles sprouted from the area that had been severed.

"This thing... is devouring my energy." Night Owl landed, his face grim.

Quickly create distance by moving back.

The dark shape seemed to be enraged by the previous attack, and more than a dozen black tentacles, each as thick as an adult's waist, lashed out from the air.

The power-wielding figure stepped forward, blocking the way for the crowd.

His massive body was taut with muscles, and dark red lava patterns lit up as he crossed his arms to withstand the sweeping blow.

The immense impact caused Powerful Body to lift his feet off the ground and stagger backward four or five steps.

Before it could even stand up straight, several tentacles wrapped around its arms.

The terrifyingly high temperature emanating from the lava body not only failed to burn the tentacles, but instead became its nourishment.

The tentacles tightened their grip, and the shadowy figure continued to expand.

This trial...

Any form of attack and energy release will become nourishment for the enemy.

Ten minutes of survival time felt like an endless hell in the face of this ever-growing monster.

The three of them didn't even have a minute before they began to dodge and weave around as more and more tentacles appeared.

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