Infinite flow is not like that at all

If it weren't for Raven's ability to sense the entire area without using his eyes, the rest of them would be sitting ducks with their eyes closed.

It's no wonder that the Raven Legion has been able to establish itself in the world's oceans; its capabilities and resources are indeed unmatched by ordinary teams.

The raven leader ignored the stares of the crowd. He glanced at the dense array of doors on either side, his eyes gleaming slightly, and his tone carried a hint of confirmation:

"This is the containment area."

"The mortal artifacts we're looking for are in these rooms."

Upon hearing this, everyone's spirits lifted.

Isn't this exactly what they risked entering this three-star nightmare dungeon for?

The group from Tianfang perked up: "We've finally arrived..."

"Don't be careless."

The raven leader spoke calmly, "The contained objects in each room are no less dangerous than that monster from before. Don't forget the rules: you can only stay in any room for no more than ten minutes. Nobody knows what will happen if you exceed that time."

Everyone nodded, making the rule a habit.

You can't stay in the outer corridor for more than ten minutes, and the same applies to the inner rooms. This ten-minute rule is like a rule etched into the very foundation of the entire instance, omnipresent.

Du Ziteng, however, showed no joy.

He looked around and found that there were only the ten of them in the corridor, and Shen Ye was nowhere to be seen.

His heart sank little by little.

"Brother Shen hasn't arrived yet..."

The young man with the earring looked at him, his tone calm yet tinged with a blunt cruelty, and shook his head:

"I'm not trying to discourage you. That trap we were in just now—if you closed your eyes, the monsters would ambush you; if you didn't, the mental pollution would completely overwhelm your consciousness. It took ten of us working together, plus Raven's synesthetic command, to hold out for thirty seconds. For him alone…it would be very difficult..."

The burly man from the Magic Shield patted Du Ziteng on the shoulder without saying a word.

The meaning is already quite clear.

If it's just one person, it's almost a dead end.

The young raven glanced at Du Ziteng, his tone flat: "This is a three-star nightmare dungeon, take care of yourself first."

He pointed to the depths of the corridor and began assigning tasks: "I suggest you work in pairs, split up and search the rooms to find the mortal tools that suit you. If you encounter a danger that you can't handle, retreat. Don't try to fight it. Remember, you must get out within ten minutes, and you can't stay in this corridor for more than ten minutes either."

The group immediately sprang into action, quickly dividing into five groups and each choosing a direction.

Du Ziteng was assigned to a group with one of Tianfang's team members. He stood there, glanced back at the darkness at the end of the corridor, his lips moved, but in the end he said nothing.

He silently prayed to himself: Brother Shen, you have to hold on.

He then took a deep breath, gripped the dagger in his hand, and followed his teammates to the nearest room, pushing open the heavy wooden door.

squeak

The door hinges creaked, and darkness slowly seeped out of the room.

Chapter 98 The Midnight Adventurers Assemble!

the other side.

The humanoid monster, almost a giant, was nearly three meters tall. Its skin was a swollen, bluish-white color, like a corpse that had been floating in water for decades. Its flesh was so swollen that it was about to burst through its tattered work clothes.

At this moment, he was staring intently at the little boy in Shen Ye's hands, letting out a muffled growl from his throat, filled with the fury of protecting his child, yet because the hostage was in the other party's hands, he dared not take a single step forward.

"Don't get agitated."

Shen Ye ignored the giant who was poised to attack, and with a slight tightening of his fingertips, lifted the little boy in his hand a little higher, gently pressing the blade against the boy's cold neck: "Little friend, tell your brother, where is this place?"

The little boy, who had been terrified, reacted instinctively with a knife to his neck, opening his mouth to let out a strange "hohohoho" laugh.

The laughter had barely begun to rise.

"Snapped!"

Shen Ye slapped it on the forehead with his backhand. The force wasn't great, but it made its head tilt to the side, and the laughter that was about to come out of its mouth was swallowed back. It almost choked and rolled its eyes back.

"What are you laughing at?" Shen Ye said calmly. "Speak properly."

The little boy covered his forehead, his empty eye sockets filled with grievance. His throat was already completely hoarse; all he could do was laugh and scream, unable to utter a complete syllable, let alone speak properly. He struggled to point to the note in his school uniform pocket.

Shen Ye loosened the back of its collar, casually tossed it onto the tiled floor, the knife tip still pointed at it: "Write."

The little boy shakily pulled out a piece of paper and wrote crookedly on it.

My brother and I were captured and brought here. This is the second containment layer, which contains many dangerous contaminants.

"Is this your brother?" Shen Ye glanced at the three-meter-tall, mouthless giant not far away, raising an eyebrow slightly.

"They don't look like twins, but it's not a big problem. Show me around this floor."

The little boy quickly wrote on a piece of paper: "There are many wandering containment objects in the corridor. If we walk like this, we will definitely encounter them. It's very dangerous."

"It's alright. We are actually a friendly and cooperative team. What if we can work together with all of you contained creatures to create something brilliant?"

Little boy: "?"

He stared blankly down at the knife still pressed against his neck.

You call this friendly cooperation?

The knife was just taken off my neck, you know!

The monsters behind them dared not speak out in anger and could only follow them step by step.

Shen Ye used the boy to control his brother, but in reality, he could defeat the monster himself, but that's not the point.

"That phantom..."

The countless pairs of eyes he had just seen on the first floor and the terrifying and dangerous object that appeared at the end were still vivid in Shen Ye's mind.

This made the little rascal scream in terror.

Moreover, that death line is still very strong... it involves Shen Ye and everything else...

Yes.

Even these contained objects seem to be at risk of being killed by that phantom at any moment.

at this time.

The group hadn't gone far.

Suddenly, a static-like noise came from a half-closed iron door on the left.

The little boy stopped abruptly, his hair standing on end. He began to write rapidly with his pen.

[Danger! The ghost in the most terrifying videotape on this floor!]

[Run!]

If it targets you, you're dead!

The words were written crookedly, even the exclamation mark sounded trembling, showing that he was truly terrified to the core!

The giant brother beside him also tensed up, a suppressed whimper escaping his throat, and he subconsciously took a half step back. This thing is a spirit, and physical attacks are almost ineffective against it, which is perfect for suppressing physical deformities like them!

But it was too late.

"Zi La"

The static on the screen inside the iron gate suddenly became louder, and then a clump of long, jet-black hair slowly drooped down from the crack in the door.

The woman's figure slowly crawled out through the crack in the door. She wore a faded white dress, was soaking wet, and her long hair clung to her deathly pale face, obscuring most of her features, leaving only a pair of completely rolled-back eyes, devoid of any black pupil, entirely a lifeless gray-white. Her body was half-real and half-ethereal, like a projection or an aggregate of resentment. Wherever she passed, a thin layer of frost formed on the walls, and a biting chill spread from the ground, as if even the air itself was about to freeze.

This is a spiritual contaminant, extremely corrosive to the mind, and almost immune to physical attacks.

The ghost's rolled-back eyes swept straight over, landing on the group at the front. It let out a sharp hiss and its body transformed into a blur as it pounced forward!

The little boy was terrified and opened his mouth to scream in a desperate attempt to save himself.

But it had just opened its mouth.

Shen Ye took a step forward and casually drew his Ghost Slash.

The jet-black blade gleamed with a cold, sharp light, and the corrupting aura emanating from it was a hundred times stronger than that of the ghost. Shen Ye didn't even use any techniques; he simply swung his hand forward casually!

"Swish"

The blade sliced ​​through the air, carrying a terrifying pressure of 230,000 pollution points, and slashed straight at the oncoming ghost!

"boom!"

The ghost's movements suddenly froze in mid-air.

For the first time, clear emotions appeared in its rolled-back eyes: bewilderment, astonishment, and a deep-seated fear.

It is formed from the aggregation of pollution and resentment, and its sensitivity to the scent of its own kind far exceeds that of other creatures.

The instant the blade slashed down, it didn't feel the sharpness of the blade, but rather a terrifying pollution as deep as an abyss, countless times stronger than itself. It was like an ant crashing into a mountain, unable to even muster the thought of resistance!

"Pfft."

The ghost plummeted straight down from mid-air, struck by the blade and landing on the ground, its semi-transparent body trembling violently!

It seemed that if the knife had gone down an inch further, she would have been utterly destroyed.

The little boy's mouth was open, but his laughter was stuck in his throat, and he couldn't make a sound for a long time.

He stared blankly at the trembling videotape ghost on the ground, then at the knife that Shen Ye had withdrawn from his hand; he was completely dumbfounded.

Is that... all there is to it?

Just as he was still in a daze, Shen Ye squatted down, looked at the ghost curled up on the ground, and revealed a harmless smile:

"Friend, would you like to join my Midnight Adventurers team?"

The ghost's body trembled even more violently. She probably didn't understand what the midnight people were or what the adventure team was, but she just kept nodding.

The little boy stood there, feeling a chill on the back of his neck.

Although the knife was removed from its neck, it still feels like... the knife could be put back against its head at any moment?

This person is more like a monster than any of the contained objects!

With the addition of the videotape ghost, the team's atmosphere instantly changed.