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The intense aura of danger caused her delicate scales to slightly bristle. The pure Azure Wind Flow surrounded the King Cobra's massive body, allowing her to float in the air with an agility that belied her size.
"Stay here!!"
Suddenly, countless pale arms of the creature reached out towards the King Cobra.
In an invisible manner, the King Cobra's enormous body shook violently. It began to slowly descend, as if being pulled down by the creature's numerous arms.
"Roar!!"
The King Cobra, pulled by immense force, let out a painful roar, with strands of green blood oozing from the scales on her abdomen.
Suddenly, she opened her massive jaws, and a golden point of light shot out.
The light rapidly expanded in the air, and the blue Phantom Cavalry let out a silent, frenzied roar, raising two Double-Edged Great Axes to strike at the creature's many heads.
Boom!!!
A large expanse of frost erupted, instantly turning the massive mountains into a sea of ice blue.
However, soon this icy blue was covered by thick black smoke.
In the air, the King Cobra could clearly see that the formidable Cavalry was directly seized by dozens of arms emerging from the void and then yanked violently.
The half-Spirit, half-elemental Cavalry transformed into pure Soul Power within Energy Particles.
Countless blue-green points of light flew into the air and soon vanished completely.
Chapter Three Hundred Sixty-Nine:
Listening to the knight's inexplicable words, Freya immediately thought of the thirteen massive pillars standing in the hall.
If those creatures had come out, then things would likely take a turn for the worse.
Those Hell Creatures were each at least on par with a Dawn Wizard; one alone was manageable, but if all thirteen came together...
However, although she had not fully obtained the Bloodline that would allow her to reach her first form, she was close enough.
Indeed, half of the purpose of this hellish journey had already been accomplished.
Turning back, Freya looked at the knight still wrapped in the Light Band.
"Tell me where the exit is, and I will let you go."
The knight's eyes burst with crimson light, and through the gaps in his helmet, a mocking tone emerged.
"Give up, Tomb of the Dead; there is no way out."
"Then you shall die!!"
Freya's gaze turned cold as she clenched her palm tightly, causing all the Light Bands to immediately tighten around him.
The sound of creaking and grinding filled the air as it emanated from the knight's body.
Countless black smoke and flames poured out from the knight's armor, including from beneath the Black Flame Steed he rode.
The intense Positive Energy caused the knight, who was a Spirit, to emit a silent roar, with violent struggles faintly audible.
However, which seal was stronger? The inherent characteristics of the Rune Array made it impossible for him to break free.
Unless this fellow changed the essence of his Spirit in an instant, he could only be suppressed by the Light Band.
Just as the Spirit Knight was about to be completely purified by the overwhelming Positive Energy that felt like staring directly at the sun, the crimson eyes within his helmet suddenly dimmed.
At the end of the hall, a stone door swung open.
"Hmph!"
Seeing the appearance of the stone door, Freya relaxed her palm and then reached directly for the knight's face.
'Swish!'
Her arm easily penetrated his head, as if plunging into a pool of icy water. A large amount of resentment and Negative Energy caused Freya's expression to change slightly.
Then it seemed she touched something and suddenly yanked.
'Splash!!'
An old black knight's helmet was pulled from the knight's skull by her.
The vast amounts of pitch-black resentment on her arm evaporated due to the dense Positive Energy. After a while, Freya's expression improved somewhat.
The knight, from whom the ancient helmet was removed, instantly turned into countless black dust and ashes, completely dissipating in no time.
She looked down at the helmet in her hand. A large amount of black smoke was continuously pouring out from the gaps, trying to break free from Freya's grasp.
"Is this what your unwilling spirit is attached to? Then you can stay with me for now!"
She whispered softly, giving a slight gesture with her hand.
'Pop.'
A bright halo flashed within the helmet and then fell silent immediately.
Freya had just stored the helmet containing the Knight Spirit when a sudden jolt shook her head again.
"Boom!!!!"
A large amount of white ash fell from above her head.
Freya distinctly felt a strong sense of danger, as if a tsunami were crashing down upon her from above.
'Tear!'
A massive, pitch-black crack resembling an eye suddenly split open in midair. Countless pale, elongated arms crawled out from the fissure, and among these arms was a bizarre head with no facial features, only a gaping Big Mouth.
"The will of death, Eternity, the undying Lord of Death does not allow Desecration!"
The creature rasped its throat, reciting this phrase in a hymn-like tone.
Hearing this, Freya's scalp tingled, and a chilling sensation rose from the depths of her heart, causing goosebumps to cover her body.
Her expression changed slightly. Without hesitation, she quickly flew toward the stone door at the end of the hall.
Just as she left, the strange creature crawled out like a spider, its numerous arms hanging from the stone slab above, whispering incomprehensible words in a nervous manner as it swiftly made its way toward the stone door Freya had just exited.
Behind the monster, thick, sticky black mist surged out rapidly, followed by several indistinct creatures appearing, all rushing toward the stone door at the end of the hall like waves.
As Freya flew at high speed, a crack slowly opened in the middle of her forehead, green fluorescence swirling within it.
Freya's vision suddenly broadened; the dark passage seemed to brighten as if it were daylight, eliminating unnecessary troubles.
"The Eye of the King Snake not only grants true sight but also dark vision. Not bad."
The activation of the Eye of the King Snake provided these two abilities and possibly others yet unknown, but now was certainly not the time for research.
The dangerous aura pursuing her was closing in rapidly.
If Freya chose to stop and resist at this moment, she would likely be completely consumed within two seconds.
"The Lord of Death will eventually return, with all things wilting and the Underworld River flowing backward!!"
The hoarse chant from behind continued to echo, as if it were about to pounce on her back at any moment.
Freya instinctively turned around to look behind her.
Amidst the thick black mist, grotesque and tormented faces flickered in and out of view. Within that mist, a figure entirely shrouded in strange silver attire appeared in her line of sight.
The figure had abnormally pale skin, with the corners of its mouth curved up to reveal two sharp teeth, sitting upon a massive, menacing throne.
Surrounding the throne were bizarre creatures, each gazing at Freya with malicious and greedy eyes.
However, when Freya saw the figure on the throne, she paused for a moment. She suddenly realized that this figure was the illusory projection she had seen earlier when entering the tomb.
The figure sitting on the throne waved at her, and Freya's vision suddenly blurred, her entire body feeling as heavy as if filled with lead.
But then, a brilliant green light suddenly shone from her waist, and Freya immediately regained her clarity.
"This guy..."
A deep sense of dread flashed across her face as she decided not to hold back her strength. Countless green wisps of smoke began to swirl around her, and in an instant, King Cobra shrank down to a slender form and shot out like a green lightning bolt.
Ten minutes later.
Hell World.
Under the dim sky, within the dark mountains.
"Roar!!"
A desolate and piercing roar suddenly erupted from a certain area.
Boom!!!
Then came a tremendous muffled sound as a large black hole abruptly exploded open at the peak of the dark mountain.
Suddenly, a nearly thousand-meter-long Emerald Giant Serpent burst out of the cave, accompanied by large swirling dark clouds.
Its massive body swept through the trees on the mountainside, stripping them bare in an instant.
Countless dark clouds left a clear trace as they passed.
The giant serpent emerged from the mountains, its mouth stained with blood, and its body covered in thick, black, sticky smoke that writhed like moving black mud eels trying to burrow into the serpent's fine scales.
"Roar!!!"
Within the pitch-black clouds, the giant serpent twisted and thrashed violently, churning the heavy clouds in the air.
Dense humidity and fog quickly gathered in the atmosphere. Before long, a torrential downpour began to fall.
The sticky black mist reacted to the rainwater as if it were contaminated by acid, immediately emitting a hissing sound.
However, just as this black mud-like smoke was about to be purified away, it suddenly began to gather toward the enormous black hole in the mountain.
Large amounts of thick black mist surged out from the hole, and countless pale, slender arms suddenly grasped at the cave walls. Suddenly, dozens of grotesque heads with only mouths appeared together.
"Death!!!"
The overlapping heads let out a hoarse and mournful wail directed at Freya.
The purifying rain that had just fallen came to a halt in that moment.
The massive body of the King Cobra was hidden within the dark clouds. Its emerald green eyes fixed intently on that strange creature.
With the complete annihilation of the Cavalry, a thick, dark fog rolled violently, and a sinister throne slowly emerged behind the monster.
The Silver-Clad Figure gradually stood up from the throne, their slightly curled lips gazing at the enormous form obscuring the sun in the sky.
"Choose to submit or face death."
For the first time, the figure spoke, and surprisingly, it was a woman's voice—cold and unusual. Combined with her masculine physique and face, it created a particularly strange sensation.
'Puff!'
A faint sound echoed as more bloodstains appeared on the massive body of King Cobra, as if it were about to be torn apart by this overwhelming force at any moment.
"Roar!!"
Just as King Cobra was about to succumb to the pull of this power, countless dense green fumes emanated from its body.
King Cobra's enormous form rapidly disintegrated, revealing a blood-soaked Freya emerging from the smoke, her green hair disheveled and her complexion exceptionally pale.
She looked extremely disheveled, as if she could fall from the sky at any moment.
"Damn it!!"
Her icy gaze fixed on the figure sitting on the throne in the mountains.
Just moments ago in the cave, she had nearly been completely consumed; if it weren't for using two trump cards to temporarily escape, the consequences would have been unimaginable.
However, even now, although there were still some trump cards left unused, their effectiveness would likely not be significant.
Apart from the monster with countless arms that moves at incredible speed, there were about ten more terrifying creatures behind that large hole.
These beings were the 'Apostles' mentioned by the Spirit Knight.
"Will the humble submit or die!"
It seemed that patience had worn thin, as the figure slowly spread its arms, and a multitude of tormented Faces and Phantoms gradually emerged behind it. These Phantoms overlapped each other, standing like a massive gate behind the figure, slowly opening.
Feeling this terrifying aura, Freya suddenly steeled herself. She swiftly drew the Black Sword she had taken from the tomb and hurled it directly at the figure.
"Die!!!"
What initially appeared to be an ordinary black sword suddenly ignited in mid-air, and a Crimson Cyclops abruptly opened in the center of the Blade.
The Cyclops gazed indifferently at the figure below and the monsters beside it.
Upon noticing the Black Sword thrown by Freya, the previously calm expression on the figure's face changed dramatically.
It suddenly screamed, and with a loud bang, the massive gate behind it swung wide open. A gigantic black arm reached out from within the gate towards the Black Sword.
'Boom!!!'
A violent Death Wave erupted from underground, sending a powerful shockwave that propelled Freya's slender body high into the air.
In a daze, Freya saw that a section of the mountain below had been severed, as if it had been inexplicably sliced away by a sword.
And due to this sudden turn of events, the force that had been pulling at her body vanished without a trace.
Without having time to think, Freya used the thrust of the Death Wave to escape directly towards Hell's Mouth.
The energy flow of the Wind Element Particle shot out as if it were worthless, leaving a long azure trail in the air.
Freya reached her fastest speed yet.
In fact, Freya's vision could not keep up with her current speed.
The terrain beneath her changed rapidly, and soon large areas of the Black Mountains disappeared completely, with the roaring sound of the Underworld River echoing in her ears.
The mark she left at Hell's Mouth clearly reflected information about her location.
"Invader"
The massive figure of Hell's Eye slowly emerged from the Underworld River, but it had not yet had time to do anything.
Wrapped in Wind Element Particle, Freya suddenly dove into Hell's Mouth...
Wizarding World.
In the tranquil, dark forest, a faint sound of wind suddenly came from somewhere.
As time passed, the sound of the wind grew louder, like a hurricane from Blackwind Gorge.
Whoosh!!!
A large burst of Azure Wind suddenly exploded in an open area.
A disheveled figure suddenly appeared in the empty space.
Freya's once pristine robe was now tattered, and her overexerted mind throbbed with pain, as if a knife were constantly twisting inside her head.
"If it weren't for the fact that I was already close to the first transformation, that guy would have been in trouble this time!"
She fished out a blue test tube from her waist pouch, removed the stopper, and poured its contents directly into her mouth.
After the potion stimulated her brain to produce a bit of mental energy, Freya suddenly opened her palm and then slammed it down towards Hell's Mouth's Black Well. (To be continued...)
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