Konoha's Mission Master

[Note: Players will lose all energy system abilities.]

[Note: All attributes of team members are sealed to 60 points.]

Yakumo's aura plummeted at an extremely rapid pace. Due to the decline in his physical condition, the surrounding chill became even more biting. He felt a long-lost weakness, and even his soul energy was firmly suppressed deep within his mind.

These nine free attribute points are extremely difficult to obtain.

The other people's energy levels were also rapidly declining. Mori Masako no longer had the initial excitement and joy, and stood in the cold wind questioning her life.

"Let's go, find as many enemies as possible."

Yakumo stopped in his tracks. Could this be the game system's retaliation for their attack on the barrier, directly increasing the difficulty of clearing the dungeon?

[This game reserves the right of final interpretation.]

"Damn it, it really is!"

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Chapter 436 New Dungeon: Arctic Feast II

Snow and ice.

There were only a few meters of footprints behind them; the area further away was already covered by snow again. The blizzard mixed with the gale made each step increasingly difficult.

Yakumo and his men had been walking for several hours, and all they could see was an endless snowfield.

Throughout the entire process, they encountered no enemies, as if the purpose of this instance was simply to freeze people to death.

In this environment, physical strength is consumed very quickly. In addition, because their clothes are relatively thin, their faces are pale, their hair has turned completely white because of the snowflakes, and many parts of their bodies are covered with a thick layer of snow.

Something's wrong with this space.

Yakumo suddenly stopped and ceased moving forward.

This shouldn't be happening... They traveled hundreds of kilometers in three hours without encountering any animals or plants, nor any mountains or basins; it was all flat snowfields.

How could nature be so flat, as if someone deliberately constructed it?

"Shh."

Yakumo plunged the Demon-Slaying Blade into the snow and continued leading the group forward. He already had some guesses about this world, but he needed to take action to prove them.

The group remained silent and continued on their way.

An hour later, Yakumo waved.

The demon flew out of the snow and into Yakumo's hand; this was the very spot where the group had left an hour earlier.

“How could that be?” Masako Mori said in a low voice.

The group's one hour was essentially a circular journey; they started from here and returned to the same spot, as if they were standing still, and they lost their sense of direction.

“We’re going in circles,” Yakumo said.

"What should I do?"

Masako Mori felt somewhat depressed; this predicament was like torture for her.

"Sage Mode, activated."

Yakumo made a thought to himself, and a sage's mark appeared on his forehead. He then began to observe the falling snowflakes and the raging winds around him.

He could indeed sense that something was unusual about the surrounding space, but he couldn't pinpoint the exact reason.

He couldn't even be sure if this was a spatial loop, or if their disorientation had caused them to follow this trend and walk into a circle.

Is it the world's problem, or our problem?

"What should we do?" Yougu Qianxue asked.

“Let’s form a line and try to walk out with our eyes closed.”

After a moment's thought, Yakumo came up with a solution.

In the low-temperature environment, the group's physical strength was constantly being depleted. If this continued, they might be frozen into ice sculptures before even encountering any enemies.

Of course, given their strength, they can probably hold out for another three days.

"it is good."

Yukotsu Chiyuki and Mori Masako nodded in agreement.

"Why don't I go ahead and follow the movement of the airflow? Maybe I can find the real destination."

Reiko Aoyama thought for a moment and offered her opinion. Through the Void Emperor Ring she wore on her finger, she could vaguely sense the problem with this space, but the gale would guide her.

"it is good."

Once the plan was set, the group immediately switched places, clutching each other's clothes.

When they closed their eyes, the world went completely dark, and the group steadily followed in Aoyama Reiko's footsteps.

A fierce wind carrying icy shards slapped their faces, causing a stinging pain. As they approached the finish line, the conditions they faced became even more severe.

The shards of ice carried by the gale were deadly, like thousands of blades whistling through everything, dangerous and deadly, as if stopping them from moving forward.

Reiko Aoyama could no longer tolerate it and waved her right hand.

Blue wind blades formed an invisible barrier around them, and a piercing whistle came from where the two streams of air intersected, directly grinding the shattered ice into tiny ice dust.

"We should be close to the finish line."

As Masako Mori held Reiko Aoyama's waist, she sighed softly. Compared to the endless silence, the sound of ice being shattered was the most beautiful melody in the world.

"Then let's speed things up."

Yakumo spoke softly, and the group linked arms and ran wildly across the snow in perfect coordination until the snow beneath their feet was no longer flat, until they climbed the ice ridge, until they had completely entered a new world.

Ah... what my body feels is no longer the cold wind, but a warm current.

"I think I can open my eyes now?"

As Yakumo spoke, he opened his eyes, and suddenly the warmth dissipated.

The surrounding area was still a snowfield, resembling a mountain ridge. In the distance, at the foot of the mountain, there was a vast expanse of ice, covered with countless giant blue snakes.

"That shouldn't be the case."

Reiko Aoyama raised doubts, arguing that snakes of this size could only exist in warm environments, and it was impossible for them to grow to this size in such cold weather.

"Let's try it with our eyes closed."

As everyone closed their eyes, Yakumo once again felt the warm and gentle sunlight, the rich and lingering fragrance of flowers in the air, and even heard the cheerful chirping of birds.

When I opened my eyes again, the warmth had naturally dissipated.

Is there something wrong with our vision, or with our senses?

Masako Mori asked, somewhat puzzled.

"I'm more inclined to believe that there's something wrong with the world."

Reiko Aoyama crossed her arms and shivered slightly.

"We'll understand once we take down those giant snakes."

Mori Masako was already familiar with the routines of the dungeon world; only by clearing out the monsters in front of her could she possibly continue to advance in the dungeon.

"Let's give it a try."

Yakumo slid quickly down the sloping ice surface, gripping his weapon, Fuma, with both hands. The others followed suit, sliding down the ice towards the foot of the mountain.

The giant blue snake flicked its scarlet tongue and approached the group in an S-shaped serpentine motion, spewing out bursts of deep purple poisonous gas.

Reiko Aoyama waved her hand, and the surrounding airflow suddenly changed direction. The gale dispersed the poisonous fog, and Yakumo had already made contact with the giant snake.

His crimson-gold pupils ignited, and the scales scraped against the ice, producing a piercing screeching sound—undoubtedly torture for Yakumo.

The giant blue snake straightened its front half of its body, and the next second its muscles exploded, biting at Yakumo's waist at an extremely fast speed, like a surprise attack. However, its explosive speed was still not as fast as Yakumo's.

After easily stepping aside to the side, Yakumo swung his weapon and thrust it into the giant serpent's massive body from the side, then suddenly pulled the weapon out of his hand.

The foul-smelling blood flowed onto the ice, corroding it and producing plumes of white smoke. The blood of these snakes carried a terrifying corrosiveness, and its color resembled melted asphalt.

"Save your energy," Yakumo reminded him.

The largest snake in the swarm straightened its body, which widened towards the top, reaching about three meters in width at the belly, and was connected to nine ferocious heads.

"Hydra, huh?"

This seemed to be a mythical creature from some mythology, possessing incredibly terrifying power and might, but Yakumo couldn't recall which mythology it was, just as he didn't think the nearly thousand-meter-long behemoth in front of him was anything special.

After all... the dominant species among sea monsters, with a body length exceeding ten thousand meters.

Yakumo identified his target and began gliding across the ice, extending the length of his Fuma weapon to about three meters. This was the perfect weapon to slaughter these giant snakes.

A simple swing can create a wound nearly three meters long. Even if the person doesn't die instantly, the continuous loss of blood will eventually lead to death.

In the sky, a fierce wind swept down snowflakes, and a chill permeated the air.

As the group engaged in battle with the snakes, the surrounding temperature dropped even further; if it were an ordinary person, their blood would freeze almost instantly.

The swarm of snakes continued to attack, but were quickly killed by Yakumo and his companions.

The air was filled with a fishy, ​​foul odor that made one feel slightly nauseous.

Yakumo wielded his greatsword with both hands without any hesitation, constantly approaching the enormous nine-headed serpent, which stood in the center of the swarm like a king awaiting the enemy's attack.

Suddenly, huge icicles began to rise from the ice surface, the longest of which was nearly three meters long. They were like sharp blades, constantly growing from the ice surface and approaching the group, yet they did not harm the giant snakes.

"Get closer first."

To avoid accidental injury, the four regrouped.

Reiko Aoyama slammed her hands against the ice, and a terrifying airflow surged outwards like a barrier, causing the ice shards along the way to explode into countless fragments under the immense pressure.

The giant snakes were also pushed by this invisible barrier. Some were crushed to pieces, turning the invisible barrier into a blood-red gale. The remaining snakes collided together, forming a large sphere made up of giant snakes, piled up in the corner of the valley. The constantly twisting snake bodies looked like countless blue worms.

The nine-headed serpent was the only exception; it withstood the impact of the barrier without moving, but blood oozed from between its scales.

"Nether Slash!"

You Gu Qianxue stepped forward and swung her swords with both hands. The deep purple death energy suddenly spread out, sweeping away all the giant snakes in its path. The moment they came into contact, their flesh and blood gradually withered and decayed, turning into pale bones.