Chapter 124 Ten-Minute Life-or-Death Defense Line: Everyone Holds the Line During the Power-Building Period

The moment Lin Ye closed his eyes, the entire Abyss Core suddenly went quiet.

It wasn't the quiet of a battle coming to a halt, but rather something heavier that suppressed all the sounds on the battlefield.

The previous dull thuds of the Lord of the Abyss's tentacles striking the ground, the sound of the Shadow Demon Dragon's wings flapping, and the constant skill sound effects from the healers in the back row were all drowned out by an extremely low and heavy humming.

That humming didn't come in through the ears; it rose from the bones, like a very blunt saw slowly grinding against the spine.

The Lord of the Abyss knew that Lin Ye was charging up.

The ancient sealed entity within its body had previously been forcibly suppressed by the four-in-one barrier, but now, taking advantage of the window where Lin Ye had exited the suppression sequence, it surged up again from the deepest part of the seal's rift.

A grayish-white cold light seeped out from the rift in the center of its torso that hadn't completely closed yet; the light was faint, so faint it was almost transparent, but every wisp of light emitted a sharp hissing sound upon contacting the air, as if it were burning something.

The Magic Creator God's chains were the first to feel that power.

Several deep purple magic chains pierced up from the ground and wrapped around the base of the Lord of the Abyss's tentacles; they were originally pulled very tight, with elemental runes constantly flowing across the surface of the chains, each rune continuously reinforcing the binding.

But after the grayish-white cold light spread from the surface of the tentacles to the chains, the elemental runes on the chains began to fade from deep purple to light gray; the fading speed was not fast, but there was absolutely no sign of it stopping.

The Magic Creator God pulled the chains backward with both hands, the shadow light flow on her robe swaying violently like a candle flame disturbed by the wind; she gritted her teeth and said that the chaos mirror image of the sealed entity was eroding the energy structure of the chains, she could still hold on, but the chains needed regular magic replenishment.

The Cultivation God of Creation stood three steps in front of Lin Ye, with his whisk held horizontally before him.

His purification barrier spread out a pale golden translucent light shield centered on the whisk, covering Lin Ye and a small patch of ground around him tightly.

The vertical-pupil eyeballs on the back of the Lord of the Abyss turned toward the light shield simultaneously, dark red energy beams beginning to accumulate in the pupils, striking the surface of the light shield one after another.

The moment each energy beam hit the light shield, several golden runes on the shield would shatter; the Cultivation God of Creation would gently wave his whisk, and the shattered runes would be replaced by new ones.

He replenished them very quickly, with almost no visible interval, but the knuckles of the fingers holding the whisk were bulging with veins, and fine beads of blood began to seep from the skin at his wrists, dripping down along the handle of the whisk.

The Creator God of Interstellar pushed the power of the gravity beam directly beyond the overload red line on her creation warship.

The deep blue beam pressed firmly against the center of the Lord of the Abyss's torso, the temperature at the core of the beam so high that it burned a hole through the clouds above the Abyss Core.

The alarms in her warship's bridge were deafening; the adjutant shouted in the channel that the gravity generator's temperature was forty percent over the limit, and pushing it any higher might cause it to burn out.

She didn't reply and manually pushed it to the final power setting.

The Lord of the Abyss was pressed down onto one knee by the gravitational field, shattering the entire expanse of rocky ground beneath its knee, but the grayish-white cold light in the rift at the center of its torso became even brighter, as if it were using the energy of the gravitational field itself to power itself in return.

Su Qinghan placed three layers of healing shields around Lin Ye, each with a different rune structure—the innermost layer was a standard holy priest light shield, the middle layer was a spiritual power barrier temporarily learned from the Cultivation God of Creation, and the outermost layer was an energy reflection plate made on the spot by the ghost using fragments of star core steel, floating in the air and slowly rotating.

She stood between the three layers of shields, the handle of the healing staff in her hand already covered in sweat.

Fatty Wang led the BOSS legions from the three major planes to hold the very front of the defense line.

The Shadow Demon Dragon swooped down from the sky and spat a mouthful of shadow breath at the two new energy tentacles that had emerged on the left side of the Lord of the Abyss.

The moment the breath hit the tentacles, they were burned off at the roots, but the grayish-white cold light at the break immediately wrapped around the shadow energy of the breath and began to inversely replicate the energy structure of the shadow breath.

The Shadow Demon Dragon roared in the channel, flapping its wings to retreat rapidly, cursing in its mouth, "It's learning to breathe fire from me."

Sword Venerable Qingming's waterfall of sword energy cut in from the side; millions of sword qi severed that segment of grayish-white cold light that was replicating the breath in two, and the collision of spiritual power and cold light exploded into a blinding white light.

He sheathed his sword and looked at Lin Ye; Lin Ye was still sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, the seal patterns on his palms having spread from his fingertips to his wrists, and every inch the golden array patterns advanced, the surrounding air became one degree denser.

The assault team of the Guardian Alliance, under Sister Chen's command, filled the gaps that the sword energy and breath could not cover.

The soldiers' shoulder-mounted individual energy cannons fired continuously, the shells blasting dense rows of explosion craters beside the Lord of the Abyss.

The dark red crystal fragments on the massive body of the Lord of the Abyss kept peeling off after being bombarded by artillery fire, the fragments melting into a pool of corrosive liquid immediately upon hitting the ground.

Sister Chen discovered that the shells were effective against the crystalline shell and immediately ordered concentrated fire to bombard the area surrounding the seal rift in the center of the torso, forcing the sealed entity to deal with attacks from multiple directions simultaneously, restraining it so it could not focus on eroding the barrier.

The defense line was held at all costs, but the casualty figures on the front line continued to climb.

The front-row heavy armored knight from the War Soul Hall, Tiebi Wujiang, had been holding the position with the most intense aggro on the left side of the defense line; his shield had already been eroded by abyss energy, leaving several gaps with purple edges, and his health bar was jumping back and forth between below the safety line and the edge of the safety line under the extreme tug-of-war of the healing aura.

He used his shield to knock away an Abyss Claw Monster pouncing toward the healing squad, turned half a circle to smash the Abyss Claw Monster to the ground, and used his last bit of strength to plug the gap that had been opened.

Another heavy armored knight nearby rushed up to take his place.

The chains in the Magic Creator God's hands emitted a piercing metallic snapping sound simultaneously.

The thickest chain snapped in half under the erosion of the grayish-white cold light; the broken half of the chain lost its magic support and slammed heavily onto the ground, the shattered rock debris splashing onto her robe and burning several small holes.

She ignored it and flung out new chains from her sleeves to wrap around it; the elemental runes on the new chains were denser and brighter than the previous ones, and her entire magic output power had changed from purple light to nearly white.

The sleeves of the cyan robe on the Cultivation God of Creation had already been soaked into a dark brown color by his own blood beads.

He whispered to Su Qinghan that the purification barrier could still be maintained for a while, telling Su Qinghan to lead the healing squad to prioritize moving the heavily wounded from the front row into the inner circle of the barrier, without needing to keep everyone on the outer perimeter to hold on hard.

Su Qinghan didn't ask a single extra word; she turned around and led three priests, running all the way to transfer several endangered tanks to the edge of the light shield one by one, and immediately rushed back out after putting the people down.

Tiebi Wujiang, who had been carried into the inner circle of the barrier, lay on the cold ground, looking up directly at the torn-open night sky.

Through those gaps, he saw three beams of light striking down from beyond the sky—deep purple, deep blue, and pale gold—each beam as thick as a mountain.

His lips moved, and he said in an extremely low voice, "Even the Creator Gods have come."

The priest nearby was seizing the time to stack recovery status on him; Su Qinghan heard it but didn't look back, simply pressing the shattered armor on his chest firmly in place, and said softly, "Brother Ye is still charging."

Seven minutes.

The grayish-white cold light of the Lord of the Abyss had begun to show unstable frequency jumps under the repeated tug-of-war of the magic chains and the gravity beam; the energy output of the sealed entity revealed a tiny, extremely short gap of attenuation after seven consecutive minutes of high-intensity confrontation.

The ghost caught this gap and reminded the three Creator Gods in the channel that the sealed entity might experience a brief charging hiatus in a moment.

He thought that if the alliance could seize this window to perform a concentrated suppression, perhaps they could buy the final critical time remaining for Lin Ye's charge.

Sister Chen heard it; her first reaction wasn't to issue an order but to look at Su Qinghan.

Su Qinghan raised her head during a gap in healing, too busy to wipe the sweat from her forehead, and only replied with a few words: "We can hold it."

Eight and a half minutes.

The Shadow Demon Dragon's left wing was grazed by a beam of grayish-white cold light, leaving a deep gash on the wing bone, and even the frequency of its flapping began to slow down.

It descended in altitude while carrying the injury, but forced itself to rise up again, stabilizing air superiority once more.

The Interstellar Behemoth's missile silos were all switched to star core steel armor-piercing warheads, blowing the thickest tentacle on the Lord of the Abyss's back in half from the root.

The Cultivation God of Creation let out a muffled groan, and a wisp of white hair from his whisk suddenly snapped off at the root, drifting down to Lin Ye's knees.

He looked down at the broken strands, didn't say anything, and simply switched the remaining intact whisk to his other hand and gripped it tightly again.

Nine minutes.

The seal patterns on Lin Ye's palms had spread to his shoulders, and the golden array patterns paused briefly at the shoulder blades, as if accumulating power for the final barrier.

The surrounding air condensed to a degree approaching solid, making breathing become sluggish and heavy.

Nine and a half minutes.

Sword Venerable Qingming recalled all the sword arrays on the isolated peak, and the flying swords, having exhausted their last bit of spiritual power, densely surrounded the barrier, rotating slowly.

The Magic Creator God's chains had been replenished countless times; every new chain would be eroded and faded as soon as it wrapped on, then replenished, then faded again, in a repeating cycle.

The Creator God of Interstellar's gravity generator continued to roar in an overload state, her hands gripping the control stick without moving a muscle.

Ten minutes.

Lin Ye opened his eyes.