359: Chapter 359: Wiping out most of them at the start? Don't panic!

"Boom—"

A dull, thunderous roar erupted from the depths of the obsidian platform.

Eight blinding beams of red light shot into the sky, transforming into a violent flame storm that instantly swept through the entire underground space.

The moisture in the air evaporated instantly, and the scorching heat wave turned into a tangible shockwave that swept outwards in all directions.

This was the opening mechanism of the level 45 Hell-grade dungeon, a high-intensity fire-attribute check with no blind spots.

"Ah!"

Screams instantly merged into one.

The moment the flames touched their bodies, a string of despair-inducing red numbers floated above the players' heads.

-15000! -18500! -12000!

For level 45 players, the average HP at this stage was less than 20,000.

Facing an AOE of this magnitude, any wishful thinking was futile.

"Activate shields! Mages, activate Ice Armor!"

"Priests, group heal! Hurry!"

"I'm drinking health potions! I can't hold on at all!"

In the chaos, the smart players had already used all their life-saving skills the moment the red light appeared.

Knights raised their tower shields to activate Absolute Defense, while Mages cast Ice Barrier or even went straight into Ice Block.

The wealthy "tycoons" even bit open high-tier fire resistance potions from their inventory.

Even so, their health bars were still plummeting at a speed visible to the naked eye.

As for those who reacted a beat too slow, or whose equipment was subpar, or who weren't at full health, their bodies twisted in the flames before they could even finish screaming.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

In just three seconds, a large swath of players on the platform fell like cut wheat.

However, in the eighth magic circle where Chen You was located, the scene was completely different.

The moment the flame storm swept in, the Nine Revolutions Primordial Chaos Art inside Chen You automatically activated.

Liquefied pure yang spiritual energy permeated through his body, forming a layer of invisible protective qi on his skin.

The violent flames crashed against the protective qi, failing to stir even a ripple before being forcibly pushed aside.

"Is that it?" Chen You curled his lip.

The level 45 mechanism damage didn't even count as an itch to him.

The four people huddled beside Chen You were currently experiencing the ups and downs of life.

The Berserker was clutching Chen You's left leg for dear life, the Thief was holding his right leg, and the Priest and Mage were each pulling on one of Chen You's sleeves.

The four of them stuck closely within the range covered by the protective qi, watching the sea of fire raging outside the magic circle, and collectively swallowed hard.

"We survived..." The Berserker wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, his voice trembling.

"God You is awesome! Long live God You!"

"I almost thought I was going to be cooked just now." The Thief looked into the distance with lingering fear.

Over there, a Warlock who had wanted to fight him for a spot just moments ago had already turned into a pile of ashes.

The storm lasted for a full ten seconds before gradually subsiding.

Chen You glanced at the team list.

The original full team of forty people now only had sixteen avatars still lit up.

A full twenty-four people had been instantly killed in this opening mechanism check.

The survivors, apart from the four clingy followers beside Chen You, were all "elite" players who reacted extremely quickly or were wearing fire resistance gear.

They were currently slumped on the ground, gasping for air and frantically stuffing recovery potions into their mouths.

"God You, this AOE is dishonorable." A low-health Knight climbed up with a bitter smile, "We haven't even seen the BOSS yet, and more than half the team is wiped out."

Chen You shook his leg, kicking the Berserker away.

"As long as the door is open, that's enough." Chen You said in a flat tone, "Your mission is complete. Just stay far away later."

In his eyes, these thirty-nine people were nothing but tools used to open the door from start to finish.

If they survived, it was their good luck; if they died, it didn't matter, the door was already open anyway.

"Rumble—"

The hundred-meter bronze gate ahead emitted a teeth-grinding friction sound.

Heavy chains snapped one by one, and the gap in the door gradually widened.

Blinding red light shone from behind the door, accompanied by a deafening roar.

"Who disturbs Ragna's slumber!"

The voice was like rolling thunder, reverberating through the underground space.

The remaining fifteen players were forced to retreat repeatedly by this sound wave, and mandatory sonic damage floated above their heads once again.

The bronze gate opened completely.

Magma filled the sky, pouring out from behind the door like a bursting flood, instantly submerging most of the obsidian platform.

In the boiling magma lake, an extremely massive figure slowly stood up.

It was a giant composed entirely of dark red lava and obsidian.

It stood dozens of meters tall, its eyes spewing scorching white pillars of fire, and it held a massive warhammer burning with hellfire in its hands.

[Flame Demon King · Ragna (mythological-grade Lord)]

[Level: 45]

[HP: 20,000,000]

"Myth... mythological-grade?" The Berserker sat down on the ground, his voice completely changing pitch.

"Didn't they say the final BOSS of this dungeon was Legendary-grade? Why did it mutate!"

"How are we supposed to fight this?" The Priest's hand holding the staff was trembling violently.

Ragna looked down at everyone on the platform, as if looking at a group of ants.

It raised the flame warhammer in its hand, the surrounding air was instantly sucked dry, and violent fire elements gathered crazily at the hammerhead.

"Tiny mortals, turn to ashes!"

Ragna roared, and the warhammer, carrying world-destroying power, slammed down heavily towards the platform.

This blow sealed off all paths of retreat.

The fifteen players looked ashen.

They couldn't even bring themselves to think of running away; under this mythological-grade pressure, their bodies had already been forcibly locked in place by the system.

Everyone already saw the outcome in their hearts.

Once the hammer fell, flames would sweep through, and no one would be left standing.

"So noisy."

An impatient voice rang out somewhat abruptly in everyone's ears.

Chen You moved.

He did not retreat, but instead stepped forward, meeting the warhammer that was crashing down like a meteorite.

His Foundation Establishment stage cultivation erupted without reservation at this moment.

The lake of spiritual energy in his dantian surged with monstrous waves, and pure yang spiritual energy flowed along his meridians into his right arm.

Chen You flipped his wrist, and the yuhuang sword emitted a clear dragon's roar, its blade surging with a golden sword aura several zhang long.

"Heaven-Breaking Sword Technique, Fourth Form: Closing Moon."

Chen You swung his sword lightly.

There were no flashy special effects, no earth-shaking momentum.

Only an extremely restrained, almost tangible silver light shadow moved from bottom to top, meeting that massive flame warhammer.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment.

The silver light shadow was like a full moon, enveloping Ragna.

The massive flame warhammer stopped abruptly in mid-air just like that.

Ragna's smashing motion also completely froze.

The scorching white pillars of fire in its eyes flickered violently, and its massive body seemed to be bound by something.

"No... This is impossible..."

Ragna let out a roar of unwillingness.