In an unknown snowy mountain range, the sharp and straight reflection of the mountain range was reflected in the lake.
The surface of the lake was as clear as a mirror, without a single ripple. There was only a patch of dark blue. Other than the reflection of the snowy mountain, there was only the blue sky.
The lake was not big. It was oval-shaped, and the edges were all white ice faults. The water was so clear that it was almost transparent.
On one side of the lake was a tall and quiet snowy mountain. The parts of the mountain that were not covered by snow were grayish-brown.
On the other side, there were layers of snowstorm clouds flying in the sky.
Looking from afar, the clouds squeezed together and covered the ground in a blizzard. It was a completely different world from the quiet and clean lake.
The sun shone on the lake and on the left side of the snowy mountain. Other than a faint golden hue, there were also scattered shadows on the other side of the mountain.
Boom …!
At this moment, two figures suddenly rushed out of the white snowy clouds.
The one in front was a smaller white dragon whelp. It was in a sorry state and looked like it was heavily injured.
The one chasing behind it was a human figure in pitch-black knight armor.
The two of them flew towards the snowy mountain like cannonballs, leaving a long trail of white smoke in the air.
"Here?" Garen had a vague feeling that something was wrong here, but he couldn't care less about it now.
He was powerless. His attributes had decreased twice, and his agility had decreased by four points. The knight behind him was faster than him. The distance between them had decreased from more than a thousand meters to less than a few dozen meters. Fortunately, he added four points to agility in time. He still had eleven points left, but he still managed to increase the distance between them.
This was the only place in his soul ring that he had a premonition that would be of help to him.
He had no other choice now.
The quiet snowy mountain and the mirror-like lake. This place was close to perfection, but there were no signs of living creatures. Even an idiot could tell that something was wrong here.
But Garon wanted something to be wrong here!
He charged towards the snowy mountain without fear.
Without a doubt, that was the center of everything here. If there was anything unusual, it would definitely be concentrated there.
*****
"Here!?"
The Suffering Knight had just entered this area when he felt that his connection with his master was cut off.
He was shocked and slowed down a little. He hesitantly observed the snowy mountain in front of him.
The surrounding environment was so pure that there wasn't even a single living thing. It was lifeless and lifeless.
A feeling that made his hair stand on end faintly rose from here.
"Should I continue the chase?" This thought only flashed through his mind for a moment before it was immediately suppressed.
"Master's orders are supreme. No danger can stop me from carrying them out."
He instantly threw everything to the back of his mind and hurriedly chased after him. He had no intention of leaving.
"But I have to get rid of the guy in front of me as soon as possible … I can't delay any longer."
He lowered his head and looked at the red symbol on the tip of the greatsword. The symbol slowly lit up. It emitted a blood-red light.
*****
Garon felt his body getting weaker and weaker, so he quickly added another point to Vitality. He only had 10 attribute points left. If he couldn't get rid of the curse this time, it would be a huge loss even if he used up all his attribute points.
Feeling better, he wobbled as he flew into a crevice in the snow mountain.
It was icy cold inside the crevice. Even though he was a White Dragon, he could feel a bone-piercing chill faintly permeating his entire body.
Resisting the discomfort, Garon sped up and flew into the crevice. The entire crevice twisted and turned as it extended downwards.
The crevice below was bottomless. It was pitch-black as if it was a bottomless abyss.
Whoosh!
All of a sudden, something seemed to fly past his cheek.
Garen was stunned. That thing's speed was extremely fast. Coupled with the fact that his entire body and spirit were exhausted to the extreme at this moment, he had flown at full speed for two consecutive days without daring to stop and rest. This had already pushed him, who was only a Dragon Whelp, to his limits. Therefore, he did not notice what was flying past him at all.
"There's no aura of living things … I don't care! It's better than falling into the hands of a Soul Master no matter what! "He continued to dive into the crevice.
The crevice below was getting wider and bigger. It was also getting colder and colder.
Garon felt as if he was flying towards the core of the earth. It was very strange.
There was no light in front of him. Even if a White Dragon had the gift of night vision, he could not see any light. He could only rely on the flow of air to sense the space.
The Suffering Knights behind him were getting closer and closer. They seemed to be in a hurry.
Whoosh!
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
In an instant, a few black objects passed by Garen's side.
His body suddenly stiffened. His entire body was completely frozen. He could barely flap his wings. His body fell straight towards the bottom of the crevice.
This time, the distance was too close. He finally saw what was flying past him.
They were simply streaks of black smoke with human faces on them!
These black smokes were like swimming fishes as they swam rapidly through the cracks. They were densely packed and more and more black smokes kept passing by Garen's side.
A hundred, two hundred? A thousand, ten thousand, a hundred thousand? A million? Garon could no longer count the number of black smoke. Only then did he realize that there was light here!
His body stiffened. He allowed gravity to pull him down towards the bottom of the crevice.
In his dragon eyes with night vision, he could faintly see a colorless, transparent light slowly shining from the bottom of the abyss. It was like white light, but the light source was a blurry, transparent sphere.
The light source was at least a few kilometers away from him. Looking from afar, the light source was surrounded by countless black smoke faces.
The black smoke seemed to have a life of its own. They danced around the light source with twisted eyes filled with hatred.
Countless black smoke surrounded the light source and formed a huge tide-like whirlpool. The colorless light source was at the bottom of the whirlpool.
Garon felt as if he was falling towards the bottom of the whirlpool. He had no one to rely on. It was as if he was falling into hell.
"What … is this place!!?" He heard the Suffering Knight's roar behind him.
"Dosima, Dark Grayne … Tranquil flames of purgatory, eyes of pain, open your arms, gaze upon the frozen eternity …" A low chant came from behind him.
Garon suddenly felt a bone-chilling threat coming from behind him.
His Soul Rings shook violently as if they were facing the greatest danger they had ever faced. Cracks started appearing on the Soul Rings.
That illogical chant seemed to have some kind of abnormal magic. It penetrated the distance and drilled into Garon's ears.
"… The Final Deathmatch!" When the last syllable ended, Garon saw light.
It was not the faint white light below, but the glaring red light that bloomed behind him. It was a red light that was as viscous as blood!
Countless blood-like red light swept towards him from behind at an unimaginable speed. Garon only felt that the red light had reached his back in an instant. It was almost touching his skin. A sense of helplessness with pain and despair flowed through his body.
"No!!"
He roared madly! The danger came so quickly. Even if he was mentally prepared, he still felt powerless. A deep sense of fear surged from the bottom of his heart.
All the Soul Rings in his body shook violently. Countless cracks appeared all over them. Even if he had to detonate all his Soul Rings, he would not allow himself to be defeated without any resistance!
Garon's eyes began to emit terrifying Soul Power. He could still condense more Soul Rings, but if his soul was gone, then everything would be over!
His eyes revealed an unprecedented ruthlessness.
Crack!
A Soul Ring suddenly exploded, transforming into an uncountable amount of Spirit Soul Power that surged wildly in his mind.
Any existence at the Demon King level had gone through countless trials and tribulations to finally reach this height. Garon was no exception.
There had never been a captured Demon King in Ancient Endor! Never!!
The first Soul Ring exploded, and Garon's strength and physical fitness were forcefully doubled.
The second and third Soul Rings also exploded at the same time!
Countless soul fragments flew everywhere. Garon's body was like an inflated balloon, swelling rapidly. It was still getting bigger and bigger, bigger and bigger! Almost instantly, it grew to the length of an adult White Dragon.
Finally, a small hole split open under his scales.
Boom!!!
At the bottom of the abyss, an unimaginably terrifying heat spurted out.
Heaven and earth seemed to have frozen in an instant. Everything seemed to have stopped, frozen by the faint white light from the abyss below.
Inside the light source, a huge and terrifying golden eye slowly opened. A woman in a black corset dress stood in the eye.
The woman slowly opened her eyes. Her skin was whiter than snow, her hair was darker than the night sky. Her body seemed to be made according to the most perfect golden ratio, without a single flaw.
Although her eyes were open, there was not the slightest bit of consciousness. As if she was still in a deep sleep, she slowly raised her left hand as if she was sleepwalking.
Her palm was facing Garon and the Suffering Knight's direction.
Boom!!!
There was another huge tremor.
An unimaginably huge pressure crossed the distance of a few kilometers and instantly descended on Garon and the Suffering Knight.
Garon felt as if a huge mountain was pressing down on him. This feeling was like the first time he faced the sun flying towards the Mother Planet in the Mech World.
Heavy, huge, unstoppable.
"… Dragon's Aura!!" A painful voice faintly came from behind. That was the voice of the Suffering Knight.
This was the last voice Garon heard.
Time seemed to flow backward … His body quickly shrunk. He returned to his original Dragon Whelp body. The Soul Ring in his body also naturally returned to its original Soul Ring form from the explosion. It was as if it was completely intact.
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