sinovels Chapter 984 Danger Ahead
Chapter 984 Danger Ahead
Lin Qiye sensed something awakening deep within the bone tower, resonating with his Blood Demon power in a way he couldn't comprehend. It felt like a hand reaching out from the abyss, gently resting on his heart—not tight, not heavy, yet sending chills down his spine.
But he had no desire to continue investigating.
He knew that deep within the Canggu Mountains, at the core of that bone tower, lay some great secret—perhaps related to the essence of the Blood Demon's power, or even the truth behind those fluorescent blue crystals.
But so what?
He doesn't need to risk uncovering these secrets.
He now has Luo Sheng, Shuang'er, and Man Ji, and there will be many more women in the future.
He only needs to live peacefully, multiply, and continuously grow stronger through bloodline feedback. Sooner or later, he will be able to reach a level where he can stand on his own in this world.
adventure?
That's something only someone with no other options would do.
He has a way out.
No need to take risks.
Lin Qiye withdrew his gaze, twirled the black iron spear in his hand with the tip pointing downwards, turned around, and strode away quickly in the direction he had come from.
He walked quickly, but without panic.
Each step followed the footprints left behind, quickly retracing his steps. His Blood Demon Power circulated silently within him, suppressing his aura to the extreme while expanding his senses to the maximum range, ready to deal with any unexpected situation at any moment.
The basin receded further and further behind him, and the outline of the bone tower gradually blurred in the gray-white mist.
But the sense of resonance did not diminish as the distance increased.
It's actually become stronger.
It was as if the tower didn't want him to leave.
Lin Qiye felt a slight chill and quickened his pace. He didn't look back, nor did he accelerate to his maximum—in this unknown area, running at full speed often meant ignoring the surrounding dangers and making it easier to fall into a trap. He maintained a steady high-speed movement, allowing him to escape quickly while preserving enough room to react.
soon.
He had already traversed the canyon filled with fluorescent blue crystal clusters and returned to the relatively open area of black rock formations on the outskirts of the mountains. According to his memory of the way there, once he crossed the low ridge ahead, he would be able to step onto the gray-white wasteland of ashes once more.
Just as he was about to step onto that mountain ridge.
A roar came from not far away.
The sound was extremely terrifying, deep and resonant, making Lin Qiye's eardrums ring and the ground beneath his feet tremble slightly.
The echoes of that roar reverberated through the mountains, lingering for a long time.
Immediately following were several short, sharp screams.
Lin Qiye recognized the scream—it was Qingya's voice. The boy's voice was filled with terror and despair, as if he had seen something beyond the limits of human comprehension. The scream stopped abruptly, as if swallowed whole by something, leaving no echo.
Then came Shadow's voice, cold and urgent, as if ordering a retreat. The sound was torn apart and fragmented in the aftershocks of the roar, making the content indistinct. Immediately following was a dull thud and the crisp sound of something shattering.
After that, there was only deathly silence.
Lin Qiye could sense that those auras—Kuishan's, Ying's, Yunyin's, and Qingya's—were extinguishing one by one at an extremely rapid pace at the limit of his perception, like four oil lamps being blown out one by one, disappearing into the darkness.
The scent of Green Fang disappeared first.
Then came Yunyin, whose breath only lasted a few more breaths before it was suddenly extinguished like a candle flame that had been extinguished.
Next was Kuishan. The rugged yet steady aura fluctuated violently in his perception, as if it had undergone an extremely fierce battle, then suddenly darkened and completely dissipated.
Finally, there is the shadow.
Shadow's aura lasted longer than the other three, flickering violently several times after the roar, attempting to break through to the distance. However, the aura surging from the direction of the Bone Tower was too terrifying, like an invisible net slowly closing in from all directions. Shadow's aura struggled stubbornly for a few breaths within that net's encirclement, but ultimately, like the other three, it was completely swallowed by the darkness.
All four auras were extinguished.
From the roar to the last breath disappearing, it took no more than ten breaths.
The speed was chilling.
Lin Qiye continued to flee at high speed, his gaze fixed on the area deep in the mountains shrouded in grayish-white mist.
Four high-ranking deacons couldn't even last ten breaths against that unknown giant rock rhinoceros.
Lin Qiye did not stop and continued to rush forward.
He moved swiftly, his robes fluttering in the wind, the black rock beneath his feet crackling rapidly with the soles of his boots. He didn't need to look back to see what had happened in that area—the extinguishing of those four auras spoke volumes.
He didn't know his four temporary teammates, so he felt no affection, no sadness, and not even regret. In a place like the arena, deacons die every day in various missions, and no one lingers long for the dead.
Lin Qiye's steps did not falter in the slightest, his gaze fixed on the low ridge ahead. Once he crossed it, he could escape this eerie mountain range and return to the relatively safe Bone Ash Wasteland. He had already pushed the power of the Blood Demon to its limit, concealing his aura as if he were an ordinary rock in the mountains, and even slowed his heartbeat by half.
then.
His steps abruptly halted, and his pupils contracted sharply.
The ground ahead, the black rock layer covered with a thin layer of ashes, suddenly began to churn violently. It wasn't a general tremor like an earthquake, but rather as if something deep underground had abruptly awakened, arching upwards at an incredible speed. The rock layer seemed to be torn apart by an invisible, immense force, emitting dull cracking sounds, with fissures spreading wildly outwards from the center. Then, the entire ground bulged up with a deafening roar, a massive "path"—no, an indescribable, colossal ridge, like an enraged dragon from the earth, rapidly extending towards his location.
The bulge was several meters in diameter, causing rock strata to shatter and rubble to fly wherever it passed. Even the fluorescent blue crystal clusters embedded in the rock were shattered, turning into countless streams of light that scattered in all directions. The aura emanating from the bulge carried an ancient, almost decaying sense of oppression, yet it also contained a suffocatingly vibrant killing intent.
Lin Qiye's expression finally changed.
Without any hesitation, almost the instant the ground bulged, his body reacted instinctively—his toes sharply touched a protruding rock beneath his feet, and he shot backward like an arrow. He retreated even faster than he had advanced, his robes leaving a gray-black afterimage in the air as he streaked backward in an instant.