150: Chapter 150 Bloodbath at Dragon's Gorge: A Pawn Forced into a Desperate Situation

The response to him was not words, but the extremely violent killing intent of this Dragonfall Gorge, which seemed to have come alive.

In that instant, the Void Realm seemed to be torn apart by a pair of invisible giant hands, and the originally ink-thick mist was frantically pushed to both sides amidst violent tremors.

Immediately after, a spine-chilling hiss with the sensation of metal rubbing together exploded from above the ink-black cliff walls.

It was the sound of a snake's tongue vibrating rapidly in the air, accompanied by a foul stench that seemed to corrode everything.

Lin Chen's gaze narrowed as he saw, on the hundred-zhang-high cliff wall to his left, a pitch-black behemoth the thickness of a water barrel slithering down the vertical rock face.

The Golden-Threaded Yao Python, which should have been the overlord of the forest with golden threads flowing all over its body, now had its iconic golden patterns long since eroded and replaced by a strange, seemingly living ink-black color.

In its lantern-sized vertical pupils, there was not a trace of the ferocity of a Yao Beast, only a dead silence and madness remaining after its consciousness had been completely erased.

Almost at the same moment, a cloud-piercing, stone-splitting eagle cry came from the top of the cliff on the right.

An Iron-Feather Thunder Hawk with a wingspan of over ten zhang brought with it a sea of black lightning, swooping down.

Every one of its feathers glittered with a cold metallic luster, its edges wreathed in wisps of black electric arcs that exuded an aura of destruction, and its pair of blood-red claws precisely locked onto the seemingly fragile beast cart below.

Two violent bursts of Yao power belonging to the Early Stage Golden Core collided fiercely in the narrow gorge, and the resulting Spiritual Qi hurricane instantly ground the surrounding dead trees into powder.

Lin Chen snorted coldly, his right hand, which had been stroking the stone ring, suddenly spread open, palm facing downward, and pressed down into the void.

"Thick Earth Bearing Loads, rise!"

Before the words had even faded, centering on this dilapidated beast cart, the ground within a radius of ten zhang emitted a dull roar without warning.

Countless earth-yellow Spiritual Qi, as if receiving a supreme command, surged frantically from underground and rapidly intertwined in mid-air.

A translucent light shield, as solid as a mountain and with dark golden ripples flowing across its surface, instantly protected the beast cart and the terrified, limp scaled horse securely in the center.

This was the ultimate defense Domain evolved from Lin Chen's Chaos Golden Core after it had devoured the Luck of countless offspring.

"Boom—!"

The Golden-Threaded Yao Python's snake head, like a small mountain, slammed heavily against the earth-yellow light shield.

Immediately after, it suddenly opened its blood-red maw, and a jet of venom, as viscous as ink and exuding a pungent sulfur smell, poured out like a flood breaking a dam.

The moment the venom touched the light shield, it emitted an extremely harsh "hissing" sound, and the earth-yellow Domain, which was capable of withstanding a full-force strike from an Early Stage Golden Core Cultivator, actually dimmed at a speed visible to the naked eye under the corrosion of the ink-black venom.

Before Lin Chen could adjust his Spiritual Qi, the Iron-Feather Thunder Hawk above had already arrived.

Its wings, forged as if from steel, flapped violently, and dozens of black lightning bolts as thick as an arm, mixed with an unsettling aura of the Law of destruction, smashed fiercely onto the top of the light shield.

That was the Thunder Dao Law specifically designed to counter earth-type defenses; although it was only a remnant of the intent, it became exceptionally violent under the augmentation of the Formation.

The light shield trembled violently, the dark golden patterns on its surface flickering frantically as if encountering a natural enemy, and spiderweb-like cracks spread rapidly in all directions from the point of impact.

Lin Chen frowned slightly; he could clearly feel that the Yao power within these two beasts was mixed with an extremely Advanced and twisted will.

That was the power belonging to "Moyuan," which not only strengthened the Yao Beast's flesh but also endowed them with an erosive nature capable of disrupting the balance of the Law.

The consumption rate of Spiritual Qi was far beyond his expectations.

"Father, take the seal!"

Inside the carriage, a low shout came from Lin Haoyu.

The youth's face, already pale as paper from blood loss, was now filled with determination.

He could not care about the wailing of his Meridians, his palms, knuckles white from excessive force, pressing firmly onto that dark yellow "Blood-Burning Dao-Martyrdom Plate."

A ball of earth-yellow radiance, pure to the extreme, surged into the Formation Plate from Lin Haoyu's palm.

The youth's pure Origin, which originally belonged to the top-grade Earth Spiritual Root, was transformed into the toughest barrier at this moment without reservation.

The originally near-shattering Domain light shield, after receiving the injection of this fresh force, suddenly had a layer of crystal-like film appear on its surface.

Although the ink-black venom was still frantically corroding, it was blocked firmly on the outside by this film.

And the black lightning bolts that struck it only splashed up a few tiny ripples.

"Guard your Sea of Consciousness, do not force it!" Lin Chen shouted without looking back, his right hand's five fingers slightly curled, and his Chaos Spiritual Qi was perceiving along the earth veins, frantically searching for the most minute ripple flaw in this Heaven-Sealing Earth-Extinguishing Great Formation.

In this dead-silent Dragonfall Gorge, time seemed to be stretched to the limit.

Every breath of confrontation was violently squeezing the lives of the father and son.

Lin Haoyu's body had already begun to tremble involuntarily, and a wisp of blood slowly slid down the corner of his mouth.

But his eyes were fixed firmly on the Formation Plate, and the yellow light reflected in his pupils was as tenacious as a stone that had been tempered a thousand times.

Just as the defensive Domain was barely stabilized and Lin Chen was about to capture that ripple of the Formation, an unprecedented, extreme sense of danger that almost froze his Soul exploded from beneath his feet.

There was no sound, no Spiritual Qi fluctuation, not even any killing intent.

There was only a thin, long black line, darker than the deepest shadow, silently stabbing out from Lin Chen's flickering shadow.

It was not stabbing at Lin Chen, but at an extremely sinister, extremely precise angle, pointing straight at the heart of Lin Haoyu, who was inside the carriage, fully maintaining the Formation Plate and completely undefended.

Shadow Erosion!

That Golden Core assassin hidden in the darkness, possessing the Divine Ability of "Shadow Evasion," had finally waited for this most fatal moment.

This was not just a sneak attack, but an open conspiracy.

If Lin Chen saved him, his Divine Sense and Spiritual Qi, currently at a critical point of deduction, would inevitably suffer a backlash, and that defense, which had no blind spots, would inevitably reveal a fatal flaw in an instant.

This was a choice between two options that had to be filled with one's life.

Lin Chen's pupils shrank to the size of needle points in that instant.

His thumb, which had been stroking the stone ring, did not hesitate for even a millisecond; before his mind could even react to this certain-death situation, his body's instinct had already made the choice that, in the eyes of the cultivation world, was the most foolish, yet most consistent with his Dao Heart.

"Scram!"

A thunderous roar was squeezed from Lin Chen's throat.

At the most critical moment, he forcibly cut off the Divine Sense that was searching in the earth veins, and the massive backlash instantly made his Sea of Consciousness feel as if it were being pierced by ten thousand needles.

But he could not care about this; his body, in an extremely twisted posture, forced itself to shift half a foot to the right in this narrow driving position.

"Pfft—!"

That was the dull sound of a sharp blade sinking into flesh, which was terrifyingly clear in this quiet and murderous gorge.

A pitch-black dagger, flowing with an eerie, ghostly light, stabbed obliquely into Lin Chen's left shoulder.

The dagger was engraved with dense Moyuan runes, and the moment it entered his flesh, it turned into countless tiny, corrosive black tentacles, drilling madly into the depths of Lin Chen's Meridians along the wound.

A chill capable of freezing the Primordial Spirit, mixed with that kind of crazy, chaotic will, instantly caused the left half of Lin Chen's body to completely lose all sensation.

The blurry figure of Shadow Erosion, who had been hiding in the shadows, finally revealed a hideous afterimage the moment the dagger struck.

The pair of eyes under the cloak were filled with coldness and mockery after the scheme succeeded.

But his target for the one-hit kill—Lin Haoyu—had managed to save his life by the narrowest of margins because of Lin Chen's near-self-mutilating act of blocking the blade.

"Thump—"

Lin Chen was pushed by the massive force carried by the dagger, staggering and slamming heavily against the carriage frame.

His defensive light shield, which had been as steady as Mount Tai, suddenly stalled for a moment due to the massive shock to his mind and the turbulence of his Spiritual Qi at this instant, and the original flowing dark golden patterns completely collapsed.

"Crack, crack!"

The two beasts had been waiting for a long time.

The Golden-Threaded Yao Python's snake body, like a giant mallet, took the opportunity to lash out fiercely at the weak point of the light shield, and the Iron-Feather Thunder Hawk brought both claws down, tearing a huge hole in the crystal-like film that Lin Haoyu was barely maintaining.

The sky full of black lightning and foul-smelling ink-black venom poured in through the gap.

"Father..."

Inside the carriage, Lin Haoyu let out a weak and desperate murmur.

In that instant just now, in order to help Lin Chen stabilize the light shield, he had completely overdrawn every drop of Origin power in his body.

At this moment, he didn't even have the strength to move a finger; he watched helplessly as the pitch-black dagger stabbed into his father's shoulder, watched Lin Chen's body swaying in the storm, and finally, unable to hold on any longer, his vision went black, and he completely passed out on that dark yellow Formation Plate.

Shadow Erosion, having succeeded in one strike, saw his figure dissipate into the shadows like smoke again, as if waiting for the next moment to pluck the fruit.

Lin Chen was driven to a true dead end.

At the wound on his left shoulder, those ink-black tentacles had already begun to erode his Chaos Golden Core.

The Chaos Spiritual Qi within his body was frantically repelling these foreign forces, but it left him unable to mobilize even 30% of his cultivation at this moment.

In front were two Yao Beasts that had completely fallen into madness and were about to break through the Formation; in the darkness was a top-tier assassin ready to deliver the final blow at any moment.

And beneath his feet, every inch of land in this Dragonfall Gorge seemed to be emitting a low, malicious mockery.

Lin Chen's back was against the dilapidated carriage, his bamboo hat long lost, and his black hair danced wildly in the foul-smelling gale.

His face was pale to the point of transparency, but his eyes, in this desperate situation of certain death, erupted with a destructive light that was even more blinding than that black lightning.

Pain, it had already become numb.

But beneath that numbness, the rough stone ring on his left thumb exploded at this moment with the most terrifying anomaly since his Transmigration.

It was trembling.

It was wailing.

Soaked in the blood overflowing from the wound, it seemed to have finally caught the scent of the ultimate flavor belonging to that ancient Geng Metal fragment suppressed deep beneath the Dragonfall Gorge.

That was not hunger.

That was a roar originating from the primordial era, carrying a will that could destroy the world.

Lin Chen lowered his head slightly, watching the stone ring that had begun to turn a striking, blood-red color, and feeling the devouring force coming from his fingertips that was enough to suck his entire Soul into it, the corners of his mouth actually curved into a hair-raising arc the instant before the ink-black poisonous rain descended.

Since this heaven wanted to cut off Lin Chen's path.

Then he would not mind poking a hole completely through this heaven.

His only remaining movable right hand pressed fiercely onto the dagger on his left shoulder that was still continuously emitting poisonous gas, and his fingertips wiped heavily across the cold blade.

A splash of blood-red that did not belong to the mortal world instantly exploded completely on the surface of the trembling stone ring.