King s Awakening

Chapter 745: Chapter 745: The Danger-Filled Central Region
 

White Mitchell nodded without denying it.

The God of Heaven War and the Earth War God were not particularly surprised either.

Having fought alongside one another for so long, they could deduce what Mitchell was thinking to some extent.

At present, it was harder than trying to reach the heavens to move freely around the periphery of Emperor Qing’s Relics due to the watchful eyes of people from the four major city fortresses.

Currently, the only way to evade their pursuit was to venture into the central area.

Moreover, the central area was not their final destination.

Their destination was the core area of Emperor Qing’s Relics.

At this moment, they had not forgotten their own mission. They had come into Emperor Qing’s Relics to find resources to bring back for their brothers in the White Army.

The central and even the core areas were extremely dangerous, but it also meant that they held richer resources.

Seeing this, Lucy was astonished.

Before entering Emperor Qing’s Relics, the Elders of the Beast Controlling Sect had repeatedly warned her to stay away from the central area.

But now, she had accidentally followed White Mitchell and was gradually approaching the central area.

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It was said that the central area was full of dangers and densely populated by Beast Kings at the Foundation Establishment stage.

One’s negligence could result in being devoured by them.

Even worse, it was said that many ominous occurrences had happened there.

In the past, several extraordinarily powerful individuals had entered together, but they ended up being wiped out by a seemingly harmless old rat.

Another person was sucked into a pottery jar he had stumbled upon and was horrifyingly turned into a pool of blood.

The older generation of the Beast Controlling Sect had witnessed the Yin Soldier Corridor kill a group of powerful individuals in the later stages of Foundation Establishment when they were young.

In short, the closer one approached the core area of Emperor Qing’s Relics, the stronger the dread and horror.

It didn’t take long for White Mitchell’s party to enter the central area of Emperor Qing’s Relics.

The central area of Emperor Qing’s Relics was a desolate land that people were hesitant to enter. It was as if stepping into this area was stepping into another world, presenting a gloomy and terrifying sight.

The bright sunlight seemed to have been entirely swallowed up in this region with darkness pervading the whole space. Ruins lay scattered on the ground, with stones and crumbling walls filling the surroundings, giving off an indescribable sense of desolation. There was no sign of life, only endless silence.

In the center of the relics stood an ancient and mysterious temple. Its towering walls were eroded by time and carved with runes filled with miasma. The heavy gates remained tightly shut, concealing endless doom within its seemingly ordinary wooden material. It was known as the “Cursed Door”.

Once one steps inside the temple, one will inevitably encounter demons from the abyss, and ferocious ancient beasts waiting there. In the dark corners of the temple, countless bloodthirsty monsters lurk, their pitch-black eyeballs glistening with hunger.

At the back of the temple, an ice field stretches endlessly. The ice fields here resemble a hell covered with bone-chilling snowflakes. The Ice Field Wolf King, who feeds on fresh blood, rules this area like a thirsty monster. Its gargantuan body, glossy black fur, and terrifyingly murderous eyes strike fear into anyone who dares to enter, as it mercilessly rips them apart at the mere wave of its paw.

On the other side of the ice field lies the territory of the Six-footed Bear King. This massive and brutal beast, with its six exceptionally sturdy paws, possesses a body as expansive as a moving mountain. Its deafening roar sends shivers down the spine of all nearby creatures. Where the Six-footed Bear King roams, everything becomes a deadly abyss.

In the central region of Emperor Qing’s Relics lies another chilling entity – the vines. These exceptionally large, twisted vines lie in wait like giant pythons, with the desire to consume life. Any creature unfortunate to be entangled by them is stripped of their last scream.

There is another unique creature in this place – the Red Giant Ants. Their bodies, more than three meters high, covered in shells as solid as steel and red as blood, exude an eerie glow. Every time they appear, they bring about a great disaster. The Red Giant Ants wreak havoc in the central region of Emperor Qing’s Relics, devouring innocent lives as if they were Adriel himself.

This area is permeated with a dark atmosphere, alive with death and terror. Adventurers entering this place are destined for only two outcomes: merciless annihilation or eternal lost souls.

The clash between the Ice Field Wolf King and the Six-footed Bear King is truly an epic showdown. On the massive ice field, these two gargantuan beasts intertwine and battle, every clash causing massive force and shockwaves.

The Ice Field Wolf King, standing over ten meters tall, has silver-white fur that shimmers with a cold glow. Its body is covered with iron-like armor; each hair as sharp as a sword. The wolf king’s eyes burn with a cold blue fire that exudes utter ruthlessness. Agile and swift, every leap it takes summons a gale, leaving deep marks on the ice field. Its razor-sharp teeth could rip into metal, and every roar sends a shockwave so strong it causes the mountains to collapse. The entire ice field trembles, and to other creatures, this is the embodiment of a demon descending.

On the other hand, the Six-footed Bear King is a monster with immense power, a massive body, and rippling muscles. Its fur is black as night, exuding an air of wild and brutal vigor. Its six strong arms swing like massive columns, every movement tearing through the air and releasing a terrifyingly intimidating aura. Its eyes burn with a golden fire, revealing endless rage and brutality. The bear king’s gigantic claws are like iron clamps, capable of easily crushing rocks; any obstacle before it is certain to crumble.

The clash of these two beasts echoes to the heavens, making the entire ice field shake incessantly. Snow and stones fly in all directions as the battle reaches its peak. The Ice Field Wolf King’s speed and agility give it an advantage, while the Six-footed Bear King’s immense strength leaves its every attack astonishing. Interchanging attacks and defenses, they pose lethal threats to one another.

As the battle progresses, the two vicious beasts grow tired: their bodies being covered in wounds, their fresh blood staining the pure white ice field. However, just as the battle reaches a fever pitch, an unremarkable looking vine silently emerges.

This vine winds around both beasts, squirming as it appears to find a weakness. One end wraps around the neck of the Ice Field Wolf King, while the other end pierces into the massive chest of the Six-footed Bear King. Without any warning, the vine tightens its grip, constricting both beasts.

The Ice Field Wolf King and the Six-footed Bear King both feel the immense pressure from the vine and a shiver of shock flashes in their eyes. They struggle desperately, roaring and biting in an attempt to free themselves. However, the vine is as sturdy as an iron chain; they cannot escape their fate.

Time seems to stand still; the battlefield quietens, leaving only the sounds of beasts struggling. The Ice Field Wolf King and the Six-footed Bear King gradually lose their strength; their eyes filled with wrath and regret. In the end, their bodies dissolve into pools of red blood, staining the pristine ice field.

The vine then retracts back to the ground, disappearing entirely, as if it never existed.

Seeing this, Lucy was nearly scared into screaming.

Luckily, White Mitchell immediately covered her mouth.

If they alarmed that vine not far away, then their fate would be sealed to death.

Think about this, White Mitchell didn’t dare to stay too long, swiftly leading people to leave.

But, just not having walked far, they were again blocked by a strange scene.

In the depths of the wilderness forest, a gloomy, terrifying atmosphere covers the entire region. Leaves decay, the ground is wet as if soaked in blood. At this moment, a banner is hanging mid-air, fluttering by itself.

This banner is a war banner, the intricate patterns on its surface emit an eerie glow.

As if seeking something, the war banner seems to chase after a certain force, guiding it, leading it forward. Suddenly, a gust of wind rises, the sky darkens, and terrifying aura spread in the air, suffocating everyone.

The war banner begins to sway madly, the glow becomes more intense. The energy between heaven and earth goes wild, the war banner seems to lose control. Suddenly, a heart-wrenching roar emerges from the war banner, a monstrous cry akin to a wild beast.

The next moment, the battle flag transformed into a giant axe, shimmering with an icy, biting light. It swept across in all directions, silently slaughtering everything in its path. Several huge beast kings suddenly emerged in front of the flag, attempting to stop its rampage.

However, the battle flag, like a ghost, penetrated through the bodies of the beast kings. Blood spurted out, and the beast kings let out piercing roars, their eyes filled with endless despair. Their bodies gradually decayed, eventually turning into a puddle of black blood.

The battle flag watched all of these with a frenzied gaze, its power growing stronger as if possessing endless dark energy. It was no longer a simple flag, but a majestic object of slaughter.

The surrounding jungle began to tremble, the trees withering one by one, as if drained of life by an evil force. The wilderness turned into a fearsome land of deathly silence, emitting only eerie roars and wails.

The power of the battle flag reached its peak, and it became a devil in this wilderness. Its ferocious power caused all creatures to feel a wave of despair, taking away their last breaths of life.

Apparently, this was the ominous thing that Lucy had spoken of.

However, the scene observed by White Mitchell was something different.

In his view, this battle flag possessed its own consciousness, or perhaps, the indomitable will of the person who once wielded this battle flag lingered within it.

How formidable must this will be, to still manipulate the battle flag even after death?

These Emperor Qing’s relics were indeed strange!

White Mitchell secretly thought, then continued forward with everyone.

After walking for a while, they finally saw people.

However, White Mitchell did not rashly approach.

Simply because the person who suddenly appeared in front of them was dressed rather oddly.

A pale moon shone like a knife, casting several faint beams of light through the dilapidated glass windows, illuminating the long-abandoned temple. The temple was overgrown with vines, and the desolate scenery at sunset felt like piles of lifeless bones.

A figure stood alone at the entrance of the temple as if attracted by some mysterious power. The whispering night wind brought with it an indescribable chill, as if an invisible hand was lightly stroking his face. This was an old beggar who was past his prime, his body was thin, and his clothes were ragged. His rebellious eyes appeared exceptionally gloomy in the fading twilight. He slowly walked into the temple, leaning on his cane. Each step echoed with a dull sound, reverberating throughout the creepy wasteland.

As the old beggar delved deeper into the temple, a stifling atmosphere enveloped the entire space. The incomplete Buddha statues on the wall and the broken incense burner filled the air with a heavy, decaying smell. The old beggar stood in the center of the temple hall, he turned around, his back towards the temple’s entrance, as if he knew what was about to face, he dared not look back. The moonlight outside the temple gradually dimmed, as if drawn by some evil force, plunging the entire temple into a shadowy darkness.

Suddenly, the old beggar raised his cane and pointed at the temple’s wall. In the gloomy corner, a ghastly figure quietly emerged. He was dressed in tattered brown clothes, his face hideous. The faceless face had only two bloody eye sockets left. He was an evil entity, rumored to have emerged from hell, bloodthirsty and murderous. He was the Evil Charm the old beggar had transformed into.

The old beggar turned around, his robust face revealing a grimacing smile, exuding a hair-raising evil aura. He coldly stared at the figure in the temple and let out a terrifying, piercing laugh.

“Who are you?” The old beggar’s voice echoed eerily, like a summon that sent chills down the spine, “Why dare you enter my territory?”

The young man lifted his head, his helpless eyes gazing at the old beggar, his trembling lips quivered, “I… I just lost my way… please… please help me…”

The old beggar let out a mocking laugh, malice flashed in his eyes, “Help you? Why would I help you, weak human? You’re just prey to me. You can try to escape my hunt.”

The young man’s face turned pale, but he still tried to struggle and leave. However, the old beggar’s evil power had trapped him in the temple, and he could not cross the seemingly illusory barrier.

Seeing that escape was impossible, the young man finally gave up struggling. Tears trickled down, but his eyes still held the hope of survival: “Please spare me. I’m still young, I have dreams that have not been realized…”

The old beggar coldly watched the young man, his cruel laughter unending. “Dreams? In this ruinous world, what worth do dreams possess? Only my joy will be your final resting place.”

As his words faded, the old beggar suddenly cast out a beam of dark light, instantly shrouding the entire temple. The young man screamed in agony, his pupils dilating, blood spurting from his eyes, ears, and nose. He collapsed on the ground in pain, trembling as if devoured by the evil force.

A bone-chilling sensation rapidly spread, and the temple was filled with a stench of gore. In the darkness, the beggar’s figure became exceptionally eerie. He seemed to grow taller and exuded an imposing aura, as if ruling over the darkness.

In the ruin-like temple, screams and terrifying wails echoed continuously, like specters of hell crying out for help and howling in grief.

Finally, the temple descended into a deathly silence, with only the cruel laughter of the old beggar echoing in the empty temple.

“Hehehe, this is yet another wonderful night. My strength has grown once again.” The old beggar laughed loudly, his voice filled with bizarre glee. “Who will be the next, will it be you?”

As he spoke, White Mitchell suddenly noticed that the beggar, who originally had no face, was looking directly at him.

A wave of evil filled the air around the old beggar, inducing palpitations.

White Mitchell couldn’t help but shiver, a sense of foreboding growing in his heart. Looking at the beggar’s tattered face, a pair of red devilish eyes flamed intensely, and in an instant, a powerful force attacked him.

His steps slowed, fish of fear flooding his heart, but he couldn’t afford to be cowardly, he was a son of the Mitchell Family, he should bravely face any danger!

“Fall back!!!” White Mitchell’s shout reverberated throughout the temple, echoing countless times.

The old beggar laughed heartily, the red glow in his eyes becoming all the more terrifying. His tattered robe flapped violently, transforming into a dark wind, and rushed towards White Mitchell and his companions.

White Mitchell and his team evaded with all their strength but the dark wind seemed omnipresent, they were quickly surrounded.

White Mitchell’s movement technique was nimble, he successfully dodged several attacks from the dark wind. He tumbled a few times in the air, successfully evading a fatal strike.

However, others weren’t as fortunate. The dark wind quickly engulfed their surroundings, trapping them securely. They stood, helpless and trapped.

“White Mitchell, save me!” A panicked voice echoed. It was none other than Lucy, whose strength was the weakest.

White Mitchell’s gaze flickered, he lunged towards Lucy without hesitation. He tightly held onto Lucy’s arm, and exerted all his strength to pull him out. Lucy too tried his best but couldn’t escape the shackles of the dark wind.

Facing the evil force, White Mitchell’s resolve ignited. He knew that their only glimmer of hope lay in breaking free from the dark wind’s constraint.

So, he began to operate his True Qi and invoked the First Layer of Power. A powerful force surged from his body, bursting out with intense brilliance.

The brilliance illuminated the entire temple, partially dispelling the darkness. White Mitchell struggled continuously, hoping to use this power to pull Lucy out of the dark wind’s restraints.

Suddenly, the old beggar let out a furious roar, his body radiating an even more terrifying and intense evil aura. White Mitchell felt his power being drawn by an invisible force, and his body was attracted towards the old beggar by a powerful pull.

White Mitchell staunchly resisted the pull, gritting his teeth, his eyes flickering with the light of determination. He knew that if he was drawn within the constraint of the dark wind by the old beggar, they all would face imminent doom.

He couldn’t retreat; he must resist the evil temptation and protect himself and his teammates. Withstanding tremendous pressure, he struggled with all his might.