204: Chapter 204 Everyone's like dumplings in boiling water, the only one standing, please begin your performance.

Before the words "Kill him" could even land, the Dead Soldier Captain was the first to leap down.

The moment his body left the edge of the pit, tenfold gravity dragged him down, the speed so great that his ears were filled with the whistling wind. He held his blade in one hand, point down, hurtling toward the bottom like a cannonball.

The dead soldiers behind followed in quick succession. One, two, five, eight.

A dense mass of silhouettes leapt from all sides of the giant pit simultaneously, carrying various weapons and tracing thick lines of descent through the dark red mist.

Tenfold gravity was the best accelerator.

Originally desperadoes who traded their lives for others, this jump treated their bodies as disposable items.

During the fall, the wind pressure peeled back the skin on their faces, distorting their features entirely.

Xiao Kuangyun was sandwiched in the middle of the group, both his legs feeling like jelly.

He had been kicked down by a dead soldier from behind.

His whole body flipped twice in the air, a string of unbroadcastable curses spewing from his mouth as the stomach acid nearly surged out.

"Holy shit, holy f**k!"

Beside him, Han Qianchi had jumped on his own, though his expression looked as if he had swallowed a pound of flies. He knew perfectly well that he was cannon fodder—a disposable resource used by the dead soldiers to drain Lin Qi's attention.

The kind that gets thrown away after use.

But not jumping would be even worse. That poison in his stomach sat there like a time bomb; if he didn't obey, there would be no antidote, and without the antidote, he would die a painful death.

Either choice led to death; the only difference was whether it would be fast or slow.

Two hundred meters away in a Space Interlayer, Ying Wan took all of this in.

He didn't move.

Even his breathing rhythm remained unchanged.

If this bunch of cannon fodder rushed down, the best result would be to interrupt Lin Qi's cultivation and drain some of his energy. The worst result would simply be thirty more cripples.

Either way, it was beneficial for him.

The "perfect moment" he was waiting for hadn't arrived yet.

But it was close.

At the bottom of the pit, Lin Qi sat cross-legged, the white steam wrapping him like a smoking statue.

The Ancient Blood Energy inside him was still raging.

The scalding torrent in his Meridians ran wild like a horse off its leash. The guiding speed of the Blood Moving Technique had been pushed to the limit, and the bones of his Prototype Golden Body were desperately devouring every wisp of essence that surged through.

It was both painful and exhilarating.

The feeling was hard to describe—roughly like eating a fire-and-ice hotpot while bungee jumping, with his internal organs screaming simultaneously.

But in his heart, he was steady as a rock.

Although his Martial Intent Insight was compressed to within thirty meters, he had sensed them the moment those people peeked over the edge of the pit.

Footsteps, breathing, heartbeats.

And that metallic rust and bloody scent unique to dead soldiers.

They were all here.

Lin Qi kept his eyes closed, the corner of his mouth curling upward slightly.

Good timing.

This was the moment he had been waiting for.

He wasn't just waiting for the enemies to come to their deaths.

He was waiting for a chance to use their strength against them—to kill two birds with one stone.

The unrefined Ancient Blood Energy in his body was as violent as a gut full of high explosives, and he was worried about having nowhere to vent it. No matter how precise the Blood Moving Technique's guidance was, he could only absorb sixty percent; the remaining forty percent was rampaging through his Meridians. If he didn't deal with it, his Meridians would snap in a dozen seconds.

He had been pondering how to discharge it safely.

And now...

Someone had actively come to his door to serve as a target.

Why be polite?

The sound of wind poured into the bottom of the pit, the dark red mist overhead churned by the falling silhouettes.

The Dead Soldier Captain at the front could already clearly see the back of Lin Qi's head.

Twenty meters.

Fifteen meters.

Ten meters!

The blade in his hand, accelerated by tenfold gravity, was incredibly heavy. The edge sliced through the air with a sharp hum, heading straight for Lin Qi's crown.

Now!

The Dead Soldier Captain's eyes were full of murderous light, the muscles in his arms bulging to their limit.

This strike concentrated all the power of his Third-Turn Peak, and with the boost from tenfold gravity, it could slice even a steel plate in half.

The tip of the blade was less than a foot from the top of Lin Qi's head.

Lin Qi opened his eyes.

Without any warning, those eyes suddenly snapped open, his pupils reflecting the descending blade light.

Then, he moved.

He slammed a single hand onto the rock layer beneath his feet.

Simultaneously.

He forcibly reversed the direction of the blood energy vortex spinning rapidly inside him.

How dangerous was this operation? To use an analogy, it was like suddenly shifting into reverse while an engine was screaming at three thousand RPMs on the highway.

The pressure on his Meridians instantly more than tenfold.

If an ordinary person did this, they would explode into a mist of blood on the spot.

But Lin Qi was no ordinary person.

Martial Saint-level Internal Energy control was, to put it bluntly, taking the act of "courting death" and elevating it to an art form.

He knew the pressure limits of every meridian and acupoint in his body like the back of his hand. At the moment of reversal, the Blood Moving Technique simultaneously switched to twelve different diversion paths, precisely gathering the rampaging blood energy into his right arm and pouring it into his palm.

His palm was pressed against the ground.

Boom!

That portion of unrefined Ancient Dragon Blood Essence was treated as a disposable bomb, pouring out from his palm.

A dark red shockwave exploded from the point of contact with the ground.

It didn't go up.

It went in all directions.

The shockwave slammed into the rock layers at the bottom and the surrounding walls, cracks spreading at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This power did not follow System calculations or digitized rules; it was pure physical internal demolition.

The effect was immediate.

The Ten-Thousand-Year Beast Bones embedded in the pit walls were the first to give way. With a crisp "crack," a massive rib over ten meters long broke off the wall and crashed toward the bottom.

Then came a second, then a third.

Followed by large chunks of rock.

Finally, the entire floor at the bottom of the pit began to shake.

It collapsed.

A massive fissure split open in the center of the pit floor, expanding to over thirty meters wide within a second.

An even hotter dark red air current surged up from the fissure—energy leaking from the deeper Blood Energy Veins that had been shattered.

The Dead Soldier Captain's blade struck nothing but air.

It wasn't that Lin Qi had dodged; it was that the ground beneath his feet had suddenly vanished.

His entire body sank, his center of gravity instantly lost. At this moment, the tenfold gravity was practically a death warrant, his body sliding uncontrollably toward the rift.

He tried desperately to stand firm, but beneath him were only shattered rocks and rolling beast bones; there was nothing to grip.

"F**k—"

Before his scream could finish, he tumbled into the rift along with his blade.

The dead soldiers who had jumped after him were in even worse shape.

They were still falling in mid-air when the floor began to cave in, meaning their landing point had simply disappeared. Their calculated landing spot had turned into a wide-mouthed abyss.

Tenfold gravity dragged them down; they couldn't stop even if they wanted to.

Seven or eight dead soldiers fell like dumplings, one after another, into the collapse zone.

Screams, the sound of breaking bones, and the roar of colliding rocks blended into a chaotic mess.

Seeing this from mid-air, Xiao Kuangyun felt like his Soul was about to fly out of his body.

"No! You're motherf**king cultivating! Does someone who's cultivating suddenly blow up the floor?!"

No one answered him.

A Prodigy beside him was hit in the shoulder by a flying rock. With a scream, he deviated from his original path, slammed into the pit wall twice, and rolled into the pile of rubble.

Han Qianchi's reaction was relatively fast.

During his fall, he desperately grabbed onto a beast bone that hadn't detached yet. The tenfold gravity pulled on his arm until it was nearly dislocated, but at least he didn't roll down with the others.

The entire giant pit had transformed from a "pit" into an "abyss."

The original eighty or ninety-meter-deep pit had collapsed dozens of meters further at the bottom, forming a deeper, darker, and more terrifying rift valley.

Rocks and beast bones continued to fall, the clattering sound lasting for several seconds before gradually fading.

Dust filled the air.

As for Lin Qi, the moment the collapse began, his toes had already tapped onto a piece of flying rock.

Ghost Shadow Yu Step.

Using the momentum, he took to the air, then tapped again.

With three steps, his figure rose more than thirty meters from the bottom, landing steadily on a relatively intact rock at the edge of the giant pit.

He looked down from his high vantage point.

The collapse zone was a mess. A dozen dead soldiers and prodigies were scattered among the rubble and beast bones; some were struggling, some were wailing, and some were already motionless.

Tenfold gravity pinned them firmly into the ruins; even trying to crawl up required every ounce of their strength.

Lin Qi shook his right hand, his palm still feeling a bit hot.

That move of reversing his blood energy was indeed wild; his Meridians felt a bit sore now.

But it wasn't a big deal; the self-healing power of the Prototype Golden Body was already repairing them.

On the contrary, those unrefined Impurities had been cleared out all at once, making his body feel much more refreshed.

Two birds with one stone.

Waste utilization.

He looked down at the enemies below, who were like turtles flipped on their shells, and muttered to himself.

"Now, it's hunting time."