143: Chapter 143 Breakthrough at the Extreme

Lin Ye's first step landed on the front-left corner of the iron plate.

The dark red iron surface was so hot that the soles of his combat boots emitted a faint charred smell.

Zhao Mengmeng followed behind him, the two-meter auxiliary line kept slightly taut.

She didn't look at the fire pillars in the distance, only staring at Lin Ye's ankles and shoulder line.

"Lower your left shoulder."

Lin Ye's voice was extremely soft.

Zhao Mengmeng immediately lowered her shoulder.

An invisible heat ray swept past her scalp.

The ends of her hair curled and charred, and a burnt smell drilled into her nostrils.

"This thing is too treacherous."

"Don't make a sound, it will disrupt your breathing."

Lin Ye shifted his right foot half a step to the side.

Zhao Mengmeng did the same.

The two of them squeezed through the gaps of the crisscrossing heat rays in mid-air.

At the edge of the lift platform.

Blake stared at Lin Ye's back, his gaze locked tightly onto the distance that was constantly widening.

He stepped around to the side and thrust his bone spear fiercely into the empty space ahead.

The spear tip touched some invisible boundary.

It instantly turned white.

The next moment, the front three inches directly vaporized.

Scalding high-pressure steam surged back.

Large blood blisters rose on the back of Blake's left hand, and the beast-tendon bindings smoked on the spot.

He let out a muffled groan.

The bone spear hit the iron plate, and the spearhead was now missing a chunk.

Zhao Mengmeng glanced back.

"Yo, the USA has paid its toll too."

The Great Xia Live Stream chat was frantically scrolling.

[Who wanted to overtake just now? Driver's license revoked on the spot!]

[The spear tip is gone and he's still scouting? Scouting right to his great-grandmother's doorstep, right!]

[Keep going, don't step in Brother Eye's footprints, blaze your own new path!]

[Blake: I admit my pace was a bit fast just now.]

Ivan stood at the edge of the lift platform, grinning with his yellow teeth.

"USA guy, didn't open up the path, but your hand is certainly cooked."

Blake turned his head sharply.

"Shut up, hairy bear."

Ivan shook his bone pickaxe and stepped directly onto the first foothold Lin Ye had left behind.

Martin dragged his injured leg and followed without a word.

Pierre wrapped the rope around his waist one more time, dragging his residual leg across the iron plate, leaving a trail of dark red blood.

Lin Ye opened and closed his Left Eye instantly.

His mental energy was near depletion; every time the red light flickered, it felt like sharp needles stabbing into his eyes.

He pushed the activation time of his vision to the limit.

Stop every three steps.

Change angles every five steps.

The dark red iron plate beneath his feet began to glow, emitting a scorching heat.

It turned from bright red to white—that was the omen of rising fire pressure.

Lin Ye stopped in front of a wide, rectangular iron plate.

The view ahead cleared, and the web of heat rays in mid-air tore open a large gap.

Just as Zhao Mengmeng was about to step forward, the auxiliary line at her waist tightened suddenly.

"Hold still."

Lin Ye opened his Left Eye instantly.

At the bottom of the iron plate, a point of red light expanded rapidly, blindingly bright.

The moment he closed his eye, his right arm's Dark Weaver fired two anchor points horizontally.

They nailed firmly into the fire-resistant stone shelf on the side.

"Stick to my back, pull!"

The winch spun wildly.

The two were violently yanked sideways, their boot soles grazing the edge of the iron plate as they swept through the air.

Their feet had just slammed onto the stone shelf.

Boom!

The center of that rectangular iron plate exploded.

A sky-high pillar of fire tore through the air, its white-hot tongue of flame pouring straight into the dome.

The heatwave made the bear skin on Zhao Mengmeng's back sizzle.

She lay on the stone shelf, panting heavily.

"This crappy floor tile has landmines too?!"

The moment the fire pillar erupted.

Ivan swung his heavy pickaxe, the tip slamming hard into a crack in the black rock beneath the stone shelf.

The violent heatwave blasted him out of the passage.

He hung in mid-air by one arm.

The rough animal skin on his back was burned, curling and turning charred yellow.

A roar erupted from Ivan's throat, and he forcibly dragged himself back to the edge.

Pierre was too slow.

His residual leg couldn't keep up with the rhythm of the movement.

Seeing Lin Ye pull sideways, he instinctively threw out his rope as well.

The rope loop hadn't even tightened.

The iron plate had already exploded.

The pillar of fire swallowed his lower body directly from beneath his feet.

Pierre only had time to jam his short blade firmly into an iron crevice.

The flames rolled.

The figure of the France Challenger instantly melted into the fire pillar.

The rope burned through.

The short blade burned red-hot.

The scream didn't even have time to escape his throat; man and blade turned to ash.

The France Livestream was dead silent.

The chat abruptly stopped.

[Pierre!]

[This isn't survival! This is a slaughter!]

After a brief silence in the Great Xia Live Stream, a few chat messages scrolled by.

[Everyone who can survive to this point is ruthless, but this tower is even more ruthless.]

Ivan lay on the edge of the stone shelf, staring at the spot where Pierre had vanished.

He pulled out his bone pickaxe and slammed it heavily onto the iron plate.

"Gaul, go well."

Blake pressed hard against his scalded hand, gulping down the scorching air.

He didn't dare take another step.

After the fire pillar erupted for eight seconds, it collapsed dejectedly.

The iron plate was burned bright, dark red molten iron dripping from its edges.

"Go."

Lin Ye jumped off the stone shelf.

Zhao Mengmeng flipped over and followed.

"Pierre is gone."

"Yeah."

Lin Ye didn't pause and strode forward.

The core area had arrived.

The density of the invisible heat rays increased sharply.

Up, down, left, and right, there were no complete pathways left, everything was cut up.

Fire pillar vents were scattered all over the ground.

Black pipes crisscrossed the walls, and a few pipe casings were covered in striking, grayish-white frost.

Lin Ye opened his Left Eye instantly.

A stinging pain pierced through his temples.

The dense red light wove into a meat-grinder web with no dead angles.

There was only one window.

Remaining time, seven seconds.

After seven seconds, the horizontal and vertical heat rays would lock completely.

He stared at a frosted pipe on the side wall.

The pipe had a tiny crack.

Distance, twenty-seven meters.

Separated by three layers of heat ray webs, the Dark Weaver anchor points couldn't penetrate in a straight line.

"Mengmeng."

"I'm here."

"The frosted pipe on the right wall, the third one, the middle section of the crack."

Zhao Mengmeng quickly set up her crossbow.

The heatwave steamed, and the target in her sight twisted and swayed in the air.

"The distance isn't stable enough."

"You only have one shot."

Zhao Mengmeng didn't waste words, resting the crossbow body on Lin Ye's shoulder socket, locking onto the line of sight tightly.

Lin Ye was like a stone statue, not moving a muscle.

Zhao Mengmeng closed her Left Eye and pressed the trigger hard.

Twang!

The wooden arrow left the string.

It precisely passed through the tiny gap between two heat rays.

The fletching grazed the high heat and instantly charred black, but the trajectory didn't deviate.

Pfft!

The refined iron arrowhead pierced through the frost-white crack.

The high-pressure coolant caused the pipe to explode with a roar.

Thick, freezing white mist gushed out, sweeping across the entire core area.

The high-temperature heat rays hidden in the air encountered the coolant.

They instantly triggered striking red steaming light trails.

A giant web of death, formed by dozens of crisscrossing light trails, hung nakedly in mid-air.

In the direction of the lift platform, there was dead silence.

Martin stared fixedly at that web, his withered Adam's apple bobbing with difficulty.

"We were... walking inside this kind of thing just now?"

The veins on the back of Zhao Mengmeng's hand gripping the crossbow arm bulged.

"Seven seconds."

Lin Ye pulled the auxiliary line tight.

The two were like a fully drawn bowstring, suddenly shooting out.

The first second, Lin Ye sidestepped to squeeze through two horizontal lines, Zhao Mengmeng following his shoulder line to interweave.

The second second, Lin Ye performed an extreme backbend slide, Zhao Mengmeng's knees knocking heavily against the iron plate, sparks grazing her armor.

The third second, the two leaped onto a solid iron ridge only half a foot wide.

The fourth second, the left fire pressure warning turned white, Lin Ye activated the Dark Weaver winch to pull sideways, and the two swung through the air past the eruption vent.

The fifth second, the overhead heat rays pressed down rapidly, Zhao Mengmeng rolling forward with her back almost touching the ground.

The sixth second, Lin Ye swung his remnant axe, slamming hard against a warped iron plate to block the fire tongue spewing from the side.

The seventh second.

The two slammed heavily onto the black stone ground outside the web.

The white mist was exhausted.

The red lines hid themselves again in the scorching air.

Behind them, it returned to an empty dead end once more.

The Great Xia Live Stream went completely crazy.

[Mengmeng's shot was godlike!]

[Threading the needle in seven seconds! Is this a path a human can run through?!]

[I just want to ask how the foreign internet can copy this! This test paper is right in front of them and they can't even copy it!]

Outside the black stone passage.

Ivan watched the white mist dissipate, his rugged face pulled tight.

Martin looked down at his bleeding thigh, his hand gripping the knife slowly loosening.

Blake stared fixedly at Lin Ye's back, his eyes full of despair and hatred.

Lin Ye didn't look back.

At the end of the black stone passage, a heavy grinding sound came.

The entire ground trembled along with it.

Zhao Mengmeng instantly leveled her crossbow.

"There's still something?"

In the shadows of the archway ahead.

A behemoth covered in crimson armor plates slowly crawled out of the darkness.

Its limbs were as thick as pillars, and blinding magma flowed through the gaps in its back armor.

Its flat giant mouth opened, and two streams of scorching white smoke puffed from its nostrils.

A pale blue light screen appeared before Lin Ye's right eye.

[Exotic Beast: Red-Armored Lava Beast]

The Lava Beast's lower jaw drooped.

A dazzling white-hot fireball condensed rapidly deep in its throat.

Zhao Mengmeng's scalp tingled.

"This level even comes with a goalkeeper?"

The fireball erupted with a roar.

Lin Ye grabbed her by the back of her collar, and the two threw themselves heavily behind a stone pillar to the side.

Boom!

The fireball slammed into the black stone surface where they had just been standing.

Gravel wrapped in magma splashed in all directions.

The massive body of the Red-Armored Lava Beast blocked the entrance to the fourth level tightly.

It didn't pounce.

Its giant mouth slowly opened again, and even more blinding firelight brewed in its throat.

It completely sealed off the only way out.