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Chapter 198 Golden Thunder Nine Falls Suppresses the Lion King, Mountain Wall Collapses to Reveal Secret Corridor

Yang Hui planted the scepter into the ground, gripped the scepter with both hands, and pressed all the electric arcs towards the tip of the scepter.

The moment the staff sank into the soil, the entire earth seemed to sink.

His eyes gleamed with intense golden light, which radiated outward from the center of his iris, its edges a molten, incandescent white, while his pupils turned a deep, dark gold.

Clouds surged in from all directions, pouring into the same vortex.

The lion king lunged forward, sensing something amiss, and charged at Yang Hui at top speed!

With its four claws stomping on the ground, each step shook the grass. Its golden mane stretched into a straight line in the wind, and its gaping maw was wide open, with bits of flesh left by Duan Fan still hanging on its fangs.

The ground sank beneath its feet, and the air rippled visible to the naked eye as it struck the ground.

The center of the vortex hung directly above Yang Hui, and the cloud wall swirled downwards, almost touching the top of the Thunder Scepter.

The lion was about to pounce on him, its fangs less than three feet from his throat.

The lion king's figure had already obscured the sky above him, and his huge front paws stretched out.

Yang Hui looked up at it, and their eyes met in mid-air!

Yang Hui's eyes were calm, covered with a faint golden light, and an ancient majesty struck the Lion King.

It saw its own reflection in those eyes—a ferocious beast with bristling mane and bared fangs, appearing so small in the golden light.

Then the Lion King seemed to see something churning deep within his pupils, heavy and slow, carrying an irresistible majesty, like a thunderbolt that had been brewing for thousands of years deep in the clouds.

The lion's paws stopped in mid-air.

Yang Hui's lips curled slightly as he slowly uttered, "Beast!"

The sound wasn't loud, but the sound of the clouds tearing apart was so loud it sounded like the sky was being ripped in two.

A golden bolt of lightning struck down from the center of the vortex, splitting into nine streams in mid-air, and simultaneously bombarded the Lion King from nine directions.

Nine bolts of lightning, like nine golden nails, pinned the Lion King straight down from mid-air to the ground.

The soil churned and the turf crumbled.

The lion king's limbs were bound by lightning, and golden arcs of electricity leaped across its body, leaving a scorch mark with each leap.

The shockwave ripped off a layer of ground within a radius of tens of meters.

Soil, grass, and pebbles tumbled in the air, ignited by the residual electricity, and fell as a golden rain.

Yang Hui stood right in the middle of the rain.

His clothes were lifted by the gust of air, and his hair was pulled back by the wind, but he remained completely still.

His fingers, holding the scepter, rested loosely on the staff, as if he were holding an ordinary walking stick, and the golden light in his eyes had not yet faded.

Everyone was stunned by what they saw.

Old Gu muttered to himself, "The damaged Thunder Scepter shouldn't have such great power."

The golden lightning swirled wildly for a few seconds before disappearing into the world, leaving behind only a thick plume of burning smoke.

The lion struggled to its feet. Most of its mane was singed, revealing the strong muscles underneath. There were charred wounds on its left shoulder and side, and its right hind leg was trembling.

Blood seeped from the wound, dripping onto the grass and creating small craters.

The lion king was panting, its pupils dilated, almost filling its entire eye sockets. The remaining arcs of electricity on its mane had all been extinguished, replaced by a visible blue-white halo that shone through its skin.

The sound exploded from the depths of its throat, like a bell being smashed by a hammer, the sound waves carrying visible shockwaves that rolled outwards.

The leaves of the bushes were shaken into pieces, the grass stems snapped at the roots, and pebbles bounced off the ground.

Song Lin was thrown to the ground by the noise and rolled twice. Yan Yiming covered his ears and squatted down, blood flowing from his nose.

But what was truly deadly was the lightning that followed.

The lion's mane bristled the moment it roared, each hair standing on end like a steel needle.

A dozen or so bolts of lightning, as thick as an arm, shot out simultaneously from its neck and shoulders, resembling a curved, silvery-white python.

Yang Hui's ears buzzed, as if someone had shoved a firecracker into his ear canal.

Some of the dozen or so lightning bolts crawled along the ground, burning the grass to charcoal; some shot into the sky, turned in mid-air, and then crashed down; some intertwined with each other, twisting into a rotating column of electricity that shot out in all directions with a piercing shriek.

Yang Hui's pupils shrank to pinpoints.

He patted his chest, and the high-voltage insulation barrier opened up.

Just as the force field took shape, a lightning serpent struck it, exploding into a blinding white light.

The force field trembled violently, and cracks spread out from the point of impact like tree branches.

Yang Hui was sent flying to the side by the blow, his back hitting a rock.

Thunder and lightning surged forth from the Lion King's body like a runaway power plant.

Yang Hui got up from the ground. The force field was covered with cracks, and its surface was sometimes bright and sometimes dim, as if it would dissipate at any time.

He gritted his teeth and ran to the left, trying to escape the lion king's front.

A raging dragon grazed past his shoulder and struck the mountain wall behind him.

With a deafening roar!

The mountain wall suddenly exploded!

The lightning bolt was like a red-hot knife cutting into butter; the rocks melted, and lava flowed down from the cracks.

Gravel and dust sprayed out, forming a grayish-white mushroom cloud.

But when the smoke cleared, what was revealed was not a rock face.

The gray-white alloy wall surface, where it was torn open by lightning, revealed a silvery cut surface.

That layer of rock was less than half a meter thick, and the rest was hollow.

The scattered arcs of electricity and blood around the Lion King mingled together, making his mane resemble a circle of blue flames.

More lightning bolts shot out from it, striking different parts of the mountain wall.

Each impact tore open a gash, exposing an increasingly larger area of ​​the metal wall.

Yang Hui crouched behind a rock; the high-voltage insulation barrier prop that Song Lin had given him was completely shattered.

He gripped the scepter tightly, his eyes gleaming with gold, ready to strike again the moment the lion king turned to him.

The lion's roar suddenly stopped, as if someone had grabbed its throat.

The lightning of the raging dragon also disappeared, the blue flames on its mane went out, and the remaining arcs of electricity jumped twice on its fur before disappearing.

It stood there panting, no longer having the strength to launch an attack with such a wide range.

suddenly!

The Lion King struggled to lift his head, sniffing the air, his gaze fixed on the mountain wall that had been unintentionally damaged. The mountain wall was completely unrecognizable, with large areas of rock peeling away, revealing a whole metal wall underneath.

There is a double metal door on the wall, with a nameplate embedded in the center of the door seam, on which a blurry number is engraved.

One side of the door had been torn open by lightning, revealing a dark entrance from which cold wind rushed out, carrying the smell of machine oil and rust.

The entrance extends downwards, revealing steps paved with anti-slip steel plates. Embedded cool white LED strips are installed on both sides of the steps, with the light extending all the way to the bottom.

The Lion King glanced back at Yang Hui, then stepped into the metal entrance. Its claws slid across the non-slip steel plate, making a clanging sound as it staggered. Its massive body disappeared into the darkness, blood dripping onto the ground, the sound growing deeper and farther away.

Yang Hui stood up from behind the rock, his Thunder Scepter hanging at his side, panting heavily.

His palms were scraped raw, his knees had hit the rocks, and there was a bloodstain at the corner of his mouth.

He stared at the dark entrance, the cold white light casting a long shadow on his face.

"Are you alright, Yan Yiming?!" Yang Hui shouted.

"Pfft!" Yan Yiming spat out a mouthful of black blood and said, "I'm alright, I won't die! It's just a bit difficult to activate the entry again."

Old Gu was the first to walk to the entrance, squat down and touch the cross-section of the metal wall.

"Stainless steel." His voice was soft. "A double-layered structure with an insulation layer in between—this is clearly not something you'd expect from a dungeon."

Zheng Chong, supporting his arm, walked over and glanced into the entrance: "What's down there?"

"I don't know." Yang Hui squinted. "But the Lion King went down."

Duan Fan crawled out of the bushes, his shoulder riddled with bloody holes, his face as pale as paper, but he was still alive, which meant his physical attributes were not low.

He glanced at Yang Hui, his lips trembled twice, but he couldn't say a word.

Song Lin helped Duan Fan up and took out a bandage to wrap around his shoulder.

Yan Yiming stood behind Yang Hui and whispered, "Shall we go down?"

Yang Hui glanced at the scepter in his hand. This broken Thunder Scepter had reached its limit. If he were to forcefully use it to cast Lightning Strike again, although it would effectively reduce the mental energy required to activate the golden affix, Yang Hui put it away and saw if the person in the Administration Bureau could repair it.

Perhaps this scepter can be used to deceive people in the future.

He looked up at the downward-facing metal opening.

"My gut feeling tells me this is inextricably linked to Unicorn!"

Mr. Gu nodded in agreement.

Yan Yiming's expression was also grim: "We've been set up? Unicorn Company has something going on without telling us!"

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