Chapter 605: Escape from the Gate of Life, Time-Space Turbulence, Wu’e Watches the Monkey!

"Run!" Lin Qingmo shouted aloud.

Now that the five-year pact binding Wue had vanished,

he would definitely use the most cruel methods to tear them to pieces one by one and grind them into flesh paste!

The expressions of everyone changed drastically.

"We shouldn’t stay here for long!"

Lin Qingmo’s gaze was as sharp as a knife, quickly sweeping across the collapsing terrain around them.

The coercion above the firmament was getting closer and closer.

That sense of palpitation, as if one’s heart was being pinched by an invisible giant hand, had climbed to the extreme.

Right now, facing an Old Monster of Wue’s level, they were still equivalent to throwing an egg against a rock, courting death in vain!

Their only way out alive was to run.

"Everyone listen to my command and head for the location of the teleportation Formation!"

"Let’s go!"

Lin Qingmo took the lead, and the power of the creation and destruction ancient tree within his body erupted completely.

His figure was like a meteor tearing through the darkness, hurtling wildly toward the direction of the Formation.

Ah Yin, Bi Ji, and the others also reacted extremely quickly.

The violent wind howled shrilly beside their ears.

The earth cracked crazily beneath their feet.

The sky behind them had already faded from that pure darkness, turning into a more bizarre dark red permeated with a bloody stench.

Waves of scalp-numbing, ferocious laughter loomed indistinctly within the heavy blood-colored clouds.

It was as if the Grim Reaper was pressing closer step by step from behind.

Run!

They must escape alive before Wue descended!

...

The violent wind howled, and sand and stones cut at their faces.

On the desolate land of the Sea of Chaos Burials, several afterimages sped along close to the surface.

Da Ming rushed at the very front, his massive Azure Bull Python true form crushing the withered bones and rocks along the way like a bulldozer, forcibly carving out a smooth path.

"Hurry! Don’t stop!"

Lin Qingmo shouted sternly and fiercely.

No one dared to look back.

The myriad spirit stone vein had already been left far behind.

But that suffocating, terrifying coercion was like a steel blade hanging over their necks, getting closer and closer.

"We’ve arrived!"

Da Ming let out a low roar, his massive body coming to an abrupt halt in front of a basin.

In the center of the basin was an ancient altar.

Its surface was covered with crisscrossing Formation patterns, buried by thick dust of the years, exuding a desolate and dilapidated aura.

This was the teleportation Formation of the Sea of Chaos Burials, the door to escape.

Lin Qingmo let go of Ah Yin’s hand and sprinted onto the altar.

"Don’t just stand there dazed, clear out the most core eye of the Formation!"

Everyone acted together, and amidst the surging Soul Power, the dust on the surface of the altar was completely blown away.

The ancient Formation patterns were finally exposed to the air.

Right at this moment,

the sky suddenly darkened.

The murky firmament was violently torn open by an invisible giant hand.

Pitch-black cracks in the void lay horizontally above everyone’s heads.

An indescribable sense of oppression poured down from the cracks.

The air became incomparably viscous.

Ziji missed a heartbeat, her fingertips trembling slightly and uncontrollably.

It had arrived.

That monster who viewed all living beings as ants had chased them here after all.

Within the void cracks, a slender figure slowly descended.

Wue.

He was not in a hurry to make a move.

Dark red energy converged beneath him, condensing into a gorgeous throne.

Wue leaned extremely lazily against the back of the chair.

He propped his chin with one hand, looking down condescendingly at the few people on the altar.

There was no anger or killing intent in his eyes, only banter.

It was like a human watching ants bumping around blindly inside a glass jar.

"You sure ran quite fast."

He changed to a comfortable sitting posture, his fingertips gently tapping on the armrest of the throne.

Ziji clenched her teeth tightly, the Abyss Magic Dragon bloodline within her body boiling crazily, and pitch-black dragon scales emerged on the surface of her body.

"What on earth does he want to do?" Ziji lowered her voice, cold sweat seeping from her forehead.

With Wue’s strength, crushing them to death was merely a matter of lifting a hand; why was he sitting there talking nonsense?

Lin Qingmo’s gaze was as sharp as a knife: "What else could he want? He’s watching a monkey show."

Ziji was stunned.

"Watching a monkey show?"

"Yes."

Lin Qingmo did not stop his movements, pulling out large handfuls of myriad spirit stones from the storage Soul Guidance Device.

"He is too bored."

"Trapped in this damn place for who knows how many epochs, now that he finally has living people to keep him company and relieve his boredom, how could he bear to slap them to death with one palm?"

Lin Qingmo precisely pressed a fist-sized, extremely high-quality myriad spirit stone into the eye of the Formation.

"He knows better than anyone what we are going to do."

"Using myriad spirit stones as the energy core to forcibly activate the teleportation Formation and leave the Sea of Chaos Burials."

"This set of procedures—this Old Monster must have tried it countless times back then."

Hearing this, Ziji’s heart sank.

"He tried it?"

"Nonsense, every method that could be tried, he had long tried clean."

Lin Qingmo didn’t even raise his head, continuing to arrange the eye of the Formation.

"But he failed, so he has determined that we will inevitably fail as well."

"He is now just waiting to watch us open the door full of hope, and then plunge into even deeper despair."

"To kill someone is to punish their heart, understand?"

Ziji’s expression changed drastically, and even her voice carried a hint of dryness.

"Since even he couldn’t do it, can we really succeed? This Formation..."

"Shut up!"

Lin Qingmo sternly shouted out, interrupting her self-doubt.

"Don’t use his limits to measure me."

"Do as I say!"

"Stuff all the myriad spirit stones of the best quality on your body into the Formation!"

Ziji gritted her teeth after being reprimanded, but her movements did not have the slightest hesitation.

She knew deeply that right now she could only unconditionally trust Lin Qingmo.

Da Ming and Bi Ji also successively took out myriad spirit stones.

Following Lin Qingmo’s instructions, they inlaid crystals flashing with strange lights one by one into the ancient grooves.

The last myriad spirit stone returned to its position.

Lin Qingmo took a step back, his hands quickly forming hand seals.

Vast Soul Power surged into the center of the altar along his palms.

"Open!"

A piercing humming sound reverberated outward.

The originally dead altar erupted with an extremely dazzling, strong light.

Those Formation patterns that had accumulated for who knows how many years lit up one by one like blood vessels injected with fresh blood.

The lights intertwined, converging into a huge vortex above the grand Formation.

At the center of the vortex, the spatial barrier was forcibly torn apart.

A deep, gloomy spatial passage was abruptly formed!

"We succeeded!"

Ziji’s heart leaped wildly, and emotions of wild joy instantly overwhelmed all fear.

The grand Formation was truly activated!

The exit of the Sea of Chaos Burials was right before their eyes!

"It’s open! The passage is open! Let’s go!"

Ziji shouted loudly, her legs exerting force as she rushed toward the spatial passage like an arrow leaving the string.

"Come back! Do you want to die?!"

Lin Qingmo had quick eyes and fast hands, grabbing Ziji’s arm and forcibly pulling her back to her original spot.

"What are you doing?!" Ziji was about to flare up.

The next second, an extremely sharp whistling sound came from within the spatial passage.

Visible silver Qi overflowed from the passage entrance, brushing past the edge of the altar.

Puchi!

A corner of that incomparably hard black stone altar, without even any room to resist, instantly turned into extremely fine powder.

Even the powder was twisted and cleaned out completely in the subsequent Qi vortex.

Ziji drew a sharp breath, staggering backward, her back filled with the chill of being soaked in cold sweat.

"What the hell is that thing?"

"That is spatial-temporal turbulence," Bi Ji said with an ugly expression.

"The spatial-temporal power within the passage is in a completely violent state."

"There are no rules at all, only indiscriminate slaughter."

"This power is too terrifying..."

Bi Ji took a deep breath: "Even if I activate my strongest defense and rush in, I will be minced into bits of flesh within a few breaths!"

(End of Chapter)

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