MMB Chapter 668 Yao Linglong's Dilemma
Chapter 668 Yao Linglong's Dilemma
Lin Qiye told his teammates that they had 10 minutes, which was meant to make them feel a sense of urgency and not relax too much.
It actually lasted about 30 minutes.
Thirty minutes later.
The empty space was finally filled again by the boundless tide of monsters.
The reborn evil gods and demons were even more frenzied than before, roaring as they charged at the defenses once more.
Lin Shenyue, panting heavily, raised the somewhat deformed shield again.
She felt so wronged that she wanted to curse.
"Review! This guy's mission rating is absolutely off the charts!"
"We worked so hard on the front lines, acting as meat shields and bait, but not only did his strength skyrocket outside, he almost stole all the contribution points from the entire legion!"
Although Lin Qiye's return greatly reduced their pressure, the feeling of being "a mere accessory to a super big shot" and having one's credit ruthlessly squeezed out made the self-important Lin Shenyue feel a sense of suffocation.
……
Meanwhile, Lin Qiye transformed into a streak of blue-black light and, amidst a muffled sonic boom, returned to the coordinates where the Evil God King had fallen.
The moment his toes touched the ground, his brows furrowed tightly.
The evil god king, who should have been continuously obliterated, was now surrounded by thick black mist, his flesh and blood forming a lake of blood!
The flesh and blood of the Evil God King, strengthened ten thousand times by the astral plane, possessed a life force that was almost unreasonable.
Every drop of splattered demonic blood was like a parasite with its own consciousness, and every piece of flesh was desperately trying to converge towards the center.
This recovery speed is indeed ten or even a hundred times faster than that of an ordinary evil god!
Those martial gods who had rushed over excitedly to seize the credit now looked utterly disheveled.
Although they were attacking, their force was like a light rain falling into the ocean when it hit the evil god king's mountain of flesh. Before the wounds could even tear open, the terrifying flesh buds had already filled them.
Worse still, those insatiable "mysterious levels" not only failed to suppress the evil god king, but instead became his "nutrient supply".
"Help! Help me! This thing is eating my psionic energy!!"
A mysterious, peak-level female martial artist was letting out a sharp scream. She had originally intended to take advantage of the chaos to cut off a piece of bone from the mountain of flesh, but she never expected that a drop of the Evil God King's living flesh would directly wrap around her waist.
The viscous, dark purple liquid seemed to have a life of its own, seeping into the gaps in her armor and not only corroding her spiritual energy but also frantically draining her life force.
There were many unfortunate souls like her, like insects caught in a spiderweb, struggling desperately on the massive mountain of flesh, which only accelerated the reorganization of the evil god king.
At this moment, the Evil God King's hundreds of compound eyes were staring intently at these vulnerable "prey" around him through his still-developing eyelids.
Lin Qiye snorted coldly when he saw this.
"If you want credit, you have to see if you have the ability!"
Before the Evil God King, those who are not at the Martial God realm do not even have the right to stand in this pool of blood.
Within this lake of blood, Yao Linglong is suppressing the flesh and blood of the Evil God King.
However, when she truly faced the flesh and blood of this evil god king, which had been strengthened ten thousand times over, a deep sense of powerlessness quickly swept over her entire body.
Even though she was the heir of the founding family and had comprehended the ultimate martial arts will, she could only barely suppress a small area within a thousand meters radius at this moment.
This entire lake of blood is a full ten thousand meters wide!
"Damn, this level of activity... I've never heard of anything like it!"
Fine beads of sweat appeared on Yao Linglong's forehead. She watched helplessly as the ambitious and reckless contestants around her were all backfired.
Not far away, the mysterious girl who had rushed out of the battlefront earlier was now letting out a piercing scream.
Her petite body was tightly bound by several thick, purplish-black fleshy buds, and thick black energy frantically entered her mouth and nose, causing her once vibrant skin to wither and turn black at a visible speed.
"Help...help me..."
Seeing this, Yao Linglong could only shake her head helplessly.
She's already at her limit just maintaining her own defenses, so she has no way to spare any hands to save anyone.
What worried her even more was that, due to her long absence from the command position, her original squad's position was being battered and shattered by the frenzied monster tide.
"This is a chain reaction." Yao Linglong's heart sank. "If that 777 doesn't return soon, all the teams in this area will be dragged down. Not only will the Evil God King be reborn, but we'll all be kicked out of the instance."
Just as this atmosphere of despair reached its peak, and even Yao Linglong began to consider whether to force a retreat to cut her losses—
"Buzz—!!!"
A piercing buzz suddenly erupted from the dark clouds without warning.
Immediately afterwards, countless phantom spears, carrying an aura of annihilation that surpassed all living beings, struck the center of the violently writhing lake of blood like a divine thunderbolt of judgment!
"Boom—!!!"
The terrifying shockwave instantly shattered the surrounding fleshy buds that were "feeding".
Lin Qiye descended from the sky once again.
The moment he landed, the blood lake, which had been violent, twisted, and full of evil, strangely fell into absolute stillness.
"The great sun!"
"Endless Blue Ocean!"
"Annihilation Thunder!"
"Suppress the mountains and rivers!"
The super martial will of the fourth perfect realm bombarded the spiritual sea of all the evil god kings' flesh and blood.
The spirit influences the present world, freezing the entire quagmire of flesh and blood in place.
The abyssal will that had been frantically attacking everyone was instantly dissolved in the face of Lin Qiye's extremely domineering pressure, like a venomous snake encountering its natural enemy!
Yao Linglong stared blankly at the blue-black figure standing atop the spear, his back to her.
The other party's vast aura made her eyes look complicated.
Lin Qiye slightly turned his head, his golden eyes beneath the mask sweeping over the disheveled crowd around him, his voice steady and cold:
"Those who can't handle it, stay away."
Lin Qiye's golden eyes swept coldly around, and finally, his gaze landed on a woman.
Although his appearance had been modified by the anonymous system to be unremarkable, his fighting spirit stood out from the crowd, causing Lin Qiye to raise an eyebrow instantly.
"You, come here."
Lin Qiye pointed a finger, his voice deep and powerful, ringing directly in Yao Linglong's ears.
"I?"
Yao Linglong's delicate body trembled violently, and the dark gold longsword in her hand instinctively cleaved through the fleshy bud that was trying to sneak up on her.
Her mind was instantly thrown into turmoil.
"I was recognized? No way! I completely overhauled my model..."
"If he found out I was secretly taking advantage of his misfortunes, I'd feel like dying!"
Despite a thousand hesitations in her heart, under Lin Qiye's tangible pressure, her legs seemed to have a mind of their own, and she involuntarily pushed aside the surrounding flesh and walked towards the black and gold spear.
Lin Qiye ignored her anxiety and turned his gaze to the several high-level martial gods around him who were struggling to hold on, his tone leaving no room for doubt:
"And you few, you're mainly responsible for suppressing the evil god king's flesh and blood in this area."
When Yao Linglong learned that it was her and others who were arranged to suppress the flesh and blood of the Evil God King, she felt relieved but also a strange sense of loss.