123: Chapter 123 Entrance to the Ruins

Xiao Yuqing drew her bow on the canopy, unleashing a volley of spiritual energy arrows that locked down the charge path of the Shadow Iron-Back Wolf like a torrential downpour.

It was as if a dense curtain of silver rain had woven the sharpest of nets within the shadows of the Savage Beast Forest.

Zhao Linger used her Spirit Sound Technique to interfere with the frequency of the Shadow Crystal Core fragment, like the most precise sonic scalpel attempting to sever the shadow control lines within the Savage Beast.

Under the interference of the Spirit Sound Technique, the charge of the Shadow Iron-Back Wolf faltered for a half-beat, like a clock with its gears thrown out of alignment.

Its dark purple vertical pupils flickered under the interference of the Spirit Sound Technique, much like a candle on the verge of extinguishing in an unstable frequency.

Warm Sun Warlock Wen Qingxue was in the rear, providing continuous healing to the team with the golden spiritual energy of a Warm Sun Warlock.

The warm, sun-like radiance was like a gentle golden veil covering everyone's body, as if a warm sun were guarding the endless vitality on the edge of the shadows.

In the instant that Wang Sheng drew the attention of the Savage Beast, Liu Ruyan slipped into the Shadow Clan stronghold like invisible smoke in the shadows.

The Phantom Assassin's stealth technique was as natural as water merging into the sea within the Shadow Clan stronghold.

It was like a fish returning to water, or moonlight returning to the night sky.

Her body moved through the shadows like a quiet snake, winding through the patrol routes of the Shadow Clan warriors.

Her night-walking suit clung to her slender body, like soft silk flowing silently through the darkness.

Every step was like a delicate dance, landing on a silent beat.

The silent elf moved through the Shadow Clan stronghold as freely as if she were taking a stroll in her own backyard.

Her eyes were like the two deepest black gemstones in the shadows, beautiful and captivating.

She sensed the positions of the Shadow Clan warriors, their patrol routes, and the weak points of the stronghold's shadow barrier in the darkness, forming a precise map that unfolded in her mind.

Her slender waist bent at an elegant angle, avoiding the perception of the Shadow Clan warriors.

The full, upright curves beneath her night-walking suit, those rising and falling snowy peaks, trembled gently with her breath.

But under the shroud of her stealth technique, even the sound of her breathing was silently swallowed, just like a quiet flower blooming soundlessly in the deepest shadows.

Her Phantom dagger lit up with a silver glow in the shadows.

Three breaths.

The first breath: the dagger slashed across the shadow barrier of the storage vault, like a sharp crescent moon cutting through thin shadow silk.

Under the silver light of the Phantom dagger, the shadow barrier cracked open with a silver fissure, as if an ice surface had been sliced by the sharpest of blades.

The second breath: the dagger pierced into the Shadow Crystal Core fragment at the center of the storage vault.

It was like a precise scalpel in the shadows cutting into the most lethal acupuncture point.

In the silver light of the Phantom dagger, the dark purple Crystal Core fragment was like a heart of shadow pierced in its most lethal spot by a sharp silver needle.

The third breath: the storage vault shattered.

The Shadow Crystal Core fragment exploded in the stronghold like dark purple fireworks, a farewell as magnificent as it was poignant.

After losing the shadow supply from the storage vault, the five Shadow Clan warriors were like puppets with their strings cut; their spiritual energy plummeted.

Like a fortress that was once sturdy, it became as fragile as a paper wall after its core pillar collapsed.

Wang Sheng seized the opportunity to launch an attack.

Holy Light Slash: Second Stage. Two golden arcs of light slashed out in a cross, glowing with the golden radiance of a rising sun.

The first arc of light swept across the three Shadow Iron-Back Wolves, as if the sun's rays were cutting through the shackles of shadow.

The Shadow Crystal Core fragments were purified and dissipated in the Holy Light, like ice melting under the sun, like waking up from a nightmare at dawn.

The Savage Beast looked up blankly, as if startled awake from a nightmare; after the purification of the Holy Light, its dark purple vertical pupils returned to the naturally turbid gaze of a Savage Beast.

The three Shadow Iron-Back Wolves were like lone wolves that had lost their way, scattering blankly into the shadows of the Savage Beast Forest.

The second arc of light slammed into the stronghold; the spiritual energy of a Barbarian General Rank 1 was like a rising sun, enveloping the Shadow Clan stronghold in golden radiance.

Before the Holy Light, the shadow barrier of the Shadow Clan melted and collapsed like ice under the sun.

The sturdy walls were as fragile as paper in the sun's most scorching light.

The five Shadow Clan warriors, whose spiritual energy had plummeted, were scorched by the golden light in the aftermath of the Holy Light Slash.

They were like frost dissipating under the sun or dew evaporating at dawn.

These Shadow Clan members had nowhere to escape in the sun's most scorching light.

In the golden Holy Light, the Shadow Clan stronghold collapsed and dissipated like a stain being cleansed.

Under the purification of the Holy Light, the dark purple Spirit Runes were like blood vessels of shadow, burned away inch by inch by the golden light.

They were like cold mold being wiped away inch by inch in the sun's most scorching light.

The Shadow Clan stronghold was destroyed, and the three Savage Beasts at the relic entrance were purified.

After the shadow barrier collapsed, the stone door was like a giant beast that had slept for a thousand years, finally opening its eyes.

The golden Spirit Runes lit up again, as if awakened. It was like the sun rising anew from the night, like light finally breaking free from the heavy shackles of darkness.

The sun Spirit Rune in the center of the stone door radiated warm light in the golden glow, like a real sun.

It was like the oldest sun of the Savage Continent, rising with a golden dawn after a thousand years.

Golden light poured out from every Spirit Rune on the stone door, like sunlight spilling through every crack in the clouds.

It was as if that golden dawn of the Savage Continent had cleaved the brightest beam of light through the darkness of the Savage Beast Forest.

"Hum."

Driven by the golden Spirit Runes, the stone door slowly opened, like the palm of an ancient deity slowly unfolding.

It was as if the oldest seal of the Savage Continent had finally waited for the correct key after a thousand years.

The sound of the stone door opening was like the ancient pulse of the Savage Continent beating for the first time in a thousand years.

Golden light gushed out from the crack in the stone door, like sunlight rising from the horizon.

On the Savage Continent, the golden dawn surged from within the stone door, illuminating the cliff walls on both sides of the rift.

The dark purple markings were all illuminated; they were like the ancient scars of this Savage Continent.

Inside the door, there was a field of golden light, like the sunlight of ancient times.

Inside the stone door, it was like a dawn with time frozen, shining eternally.

The oldest light of the Savage Continent had been condensed within the stone door a thousand years ago.

It had never set, never extinguished; the light had never truly perished in the deepest darkness.

But in the depths of the golden light, a dark purple shadow, like a dangerous scorpion, was hidden within the golden glow.

It flickered like a faint crack; the shadow refused to dissipate even in the sun's most scorching light.

The shadow was like a stubborn maggot, still seeking the darkest corners within the pure light.

That dark purple shadow in the golden light was... gazing toward them.

At the moment the stone door opened, Zhao Linger's Spirit Sound Affinity was pierced by a sharp shadow frequency, and it suddenly trembled violently.

Her big, round eyes snapped open, like two pieces of amber stained by shadow, and she issued a clear, sharp warning in the moment of danger.

"Wang Sheng! My Spirit Sound Affinity detected traces of Shadow Clan spiritual energy inside the stone door. It's not ancient shadow residue; it was left recently!"

Her voice came from behind Wang Sheng like a frantic alarm.

It was like a musical string emitting a sharp, trembling sound in a dangerous frequency.

"The Shadow Clan is already inside the relic!"