A skeletal hand stretched out from the smoke, striking Bai Zhannian's back. Bai Zhannian cried out in pain and lurched forward two steps, as another skeletal hand whistled towards him from the front.
"Damn it."
Without a moment's hesitation, Bai Zhannian summoned his long sword to parry.
"I barely managed to escape the swarm, and now I've fallen into an even more dangerous situation," Bai Zhannian thought to himself, but his sword remained in an offensive stance, showing no signs of relaxation.
"Kid, you're quite skilled," a voice came again, but it was the same voice emanating from all directions. There was no time to discern its origin, leaving him only to defend passively.
"You can't escape! How many years has it been? How many years! I've finally found new sustenance, do you think I'll let you escape so easily??" The voice suddenly turned sharp and piercing.
"Damn it." At this point, Bai Zhannian was flailing blindly.
"I am the Elder Ancestor of Kunlun, the chief disciple! What monstrous being dares to gravely wound me!!!" With no other option, he could only declare his lineage.
However, when the entity within the mist heard this, it surprisingly ceased its attacks.
"Why do you seek to harm me, senior?" Seeing no more ghostly hands emerge from the mist, Bai Zhannian's defensive posture remained unchanged. Yet, he cupped his fists and bowed deeply towards the mist.
After a moment of waiting, just as Bai Zhannian was about to leave, the sharp voice reappeared...
"It's no use no matter who comes! This is the Chaotian Ancient Tomb! Even if I don't kill you, you won't live much longer. It's better to become nourishment for me to absorb and extend my lifespan!!!"
"What! The Chaotian Ancient Tomb has appeared??" Hearing this, Bai Zhannian's face turned ashen with shock...
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"Zhannian, where are you???" A man, who had been sitting amidst the ruins and corpses, slowly rose to his feet.
"But no matter where you are, I, Chen Fan, will surely live on with your will and kill all those who wronged you, Bai Lin!" Chen Fan's eyes were bloodshot, his clothes tattered and torn from his fall and injuries. Coupled with his tone of voice, he surveyed the corpse-laden site like a living Asura.
"Alright, I've recovered most of my strength. I refuse to believe I can't blast open this heavy water waterfall this time!!"
With that, Chen Fan condensed his true energy into a single finger. As the true energy gathered, the air around his index finger began to tear.
"Xuantian Finger!" Chen Fan shouted, then quickly darted forward, pointing his finger directly at the waterfall.
"Boom!!!"
The explosion this time was clearly five times more intense than the previous one. Even the core of the so-called corpse platform began to shake violently, and the surrounding rock walls cracked.
The perpetrator of this strike, though his index finger was fractured from the recoil, was otherwise unharmed. The previously stubborn waterfall was cleaved directly in two before him. Chen Fan closed his eyes and calmed himself for three seconds. Still, no waterfall descended. Truly, the Xuantian Finger at the quasi-divine realm was infinitely close to the divine realm.
Chen Fan didn't hesitate. Behind the waterfall, a tomb passage came into view. Without further ado, Chen Fan stepped inside.
"Creak... creak... creak... creak."
The torches on both sides of the tomb passage suddenly ignited and moved in unison towards the front.
"Interesting," Chen Fan mused, using the light to quickly secure his injured index finger as he walked forward.
The tomb passage grew wider, and tall guard sculptures began to appear on either side. At a glance, it seemed the end of the passage led to a small room, and Chen Fan continued to walk.
Suddenly.
"Click."
The sound of another mechanism activating.
The stone walls on both sides began to close in.
"Not good!" Seeing this, Chen Fan dared not linger. He ran forward frantically, not even noticing that the sculptures on either side seemed to have moved...
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"Boom..." Chen Fan leaped, a flying dash towards the room that was now within reach.
Just as Chen Fan was about to reach the doorway, the stone walls on both sides accelerated their approach.
"Clang....... " The sound of stone walls colliding.
"Hoo... hoo..." Chen Fan lay on the ground, a corner of his clothes caught and held fast between the closing stone walls.
"I almost lost my life..." Chen Fan felt a surge of relief. If he hadn't leaped forward at the last moment, it wouldn't have been a corner of his clothes trapped between the walls, but his entire body.
"This is so damn treacherous! That Bai Lin is truly no good!" Chen Fan, relieved to be alive, still grumbled.
All Chen Fan wanted now, besides being extremely weak, was to get out of this ancient tomb and settle the score with Bai Lin.
After all, the information Bai Lin had given them initially was about an ordinary tomb, not this perilous place.
Chen Fan hadn't rested for more than a few minutes when.
Another crisp sound of a mechanism rang out.
"Click..."
"Damn it, is there no end to this!!!" Chen Fan cursed angrily.
"There has to be a limit." Chen Fan was about to say this.
Then, four tomb passages, each about the height of a person, suddenly opened in the tomb walls. Footsteps could be heard approaching from all four passages.
Chen Fan summoned his Yun Cong Sword. A red light emanated from the sword, and the surrounding atmosphere grew hot.
When the first person appeared in the tomb passage, Chen Fan's jaw dropped in astonishment.