Chapter 1022 Solidifying the Spell <TOC> Chapter 1024 Origin of Misfortune
Translator: SumTLMan
“Could it be that I’ve been detected?” Angel pondered with an inexplicable unease in his heart.
Judging from the frequency of the vibrations, this was unmistakably a formidable creature.
With each tremor, a significant amount of dust was lifted, turning the air in the underground cave incredibly murky. Furthermore, as the entity drew closer, loose rocks rained from the ceiling akin to a stone shower, causing the cave to exhibit signs of impending collapse.
At this point, Angel was almost certain that this behemoth was targeting him.
“Why does it have to be now?!”
Presently, his magical energy was nearly depleted, and in the face of an adversary, he was undeniably at a disadvantage. Moreover, although he couldn’t ascertain the realm of the creature outside, he surmised that it wouldn’t be weak.
Possibly, it might be even stronger than the colossal serpent he had previously encountered in the Shadowy Caverns!
Since Angel’s arrival in the Abyss, the most unfortunate moment was probably now. From a perspective of natural conditions, in the environment of the Abyss, he was inherently at a disadvantage compared to the native creatures; concerning geographical advantages, being trapped in a closed-off underground cave, there was no escape route; in terms of harmony among people, Sanders was absent, and his own magical energy was in a state of exhaustion… it could be said that time, place, and people — none of these elements were on Angel’s side.
In such a passive situation, what could be done to turn the tables?
Suppressing the escalating panic in his heart, Angel forced himself to calm down, muttering under his breath: “There must be a way… There must be…”
With thoughts racing, Angel mentally went over all of his trump cards once more.
Then he realized, if he were to face a demon stronger than himself head-on, he practically had no course of action.
If the “Gateway Model” in his mental space could be formed, under the stable spatial condition in Whispering Wind Valley, perhaps he could utilize it to open a passage. Regrettably, he had only managed to construct half of his Gateway Model.
After half a day of contemplation, Angel felt that his only chance probably lied in escaping through the Gravity Lines.
Suddenly, the vibration stopped.
Angel could sense that the behemoth was right outside the underground cave. Simultaneously, a chilling gaze lingered around him. Whenever Angel made any move, he would be locked by this gaze, a terrifying pressure descending, leaving him immobile.
However, if he obediently stood still, the other party would relax the pressure.
The moment the other party let go of the pressure, Angel immediately fell to his knees, spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood.
Such a sense of oppression was unparalleled to anything he had encountered before. Even in his confrontation with Isabella, he had never felt such a chilling force. It was clear to Angel that his opponent was far from using their full force. Instead, it felt as though he was being toyed with, as though he was nothing more than a plaything.
The individual lurking outside, their power might even surpass that of Sanders.
As this thought crossed Angel’s mind, a cold shiver ran down his spine.
In such a predicament, even relying on the Gravity Lines, an escape seemed nearly impossible.
Could it be that there’s really no opportunity to escape? Angel questioned himself repeatedly in his heart, but the answer seemed to be a resounding yes.
A thunderous roar echoed around him.
Gigantic shards of rock rained down from above, striking the already scarred ground beneath. A hole was punched into the ground, leading to an underground cave more than ten meters deep, a bleak dim light shone through it from the outside.
Angel lifted his gaze. At the very least, he wished to see what monstrous entity lurked outside.
But the first thing he caught sight of was not the terrifying beast outside, nor the ominous scenery, but rather, a whirlwind of shattered rocks and dust lifted by the wind. It started as a vortex, but soon morphed into a horrifying tornado.
Originally, the underground cavern only had a small hole. However, in the face of this devastating tornado, large rocks from above fell in succession.
Within only a few minutes, the underground cavern ceased to exist. It had transformed into a gigantic pit.
Angel was now at the bottom of this pit.
His current state was far from ideal. Confronting the earlier tornado and a rain of falling rocks, with his magical energy almost depleted, his only choice was to use his Soul Out-of-Body chant, relying on the Gravity Lines to protect himself.
Although he had managed to survive, his last ace had been exposed.
Initially, he had planned to take advantage of his opponent’s lack of knowledge about his true power, looking for a chance to escape using the Gravity Lines. But now, the secret of his Gravity Lines would undoubtedly have been noticed by his adversary. Finding an opportunity to escape had become increasingly difficult.
The wind ceased, and the dust settled.
From the bottom of the pit, he could see the gloomy sky above.
On one side of the pit, Angel heard a rustling sound. As he lifted his gaze, he spotted a massive claw covered in scales, clinging onto the edge of the pit.
Simultaneously, a gruesome visage that struck fear into Angel’s heart gradually revealed itself.
The sight reminded Angel of a vision of a demon calamity shown to him by Sanders, in which a nation that had erected a towering wall, a hundred meters high, naively believed they could fend off enemies. Yet, they had not anticipated the emergence of a colossal troll skull, blanketed in molten lava, from that very wall — the monument that embodied their hopes. It gazed into the confines of the wall with blood-thirsty, terror-inspiring eyes at the humans inside.
The oppressive sensation that existed only in that illusion was strikingly similar to the current predicament.
However, the skull surfacing from the pit was not that of a troll; it was something far more horrifying——
The, Abyss, Dragon!
Angel was certain he hadn’t misjudged. The crocodile-like skull, the incredibly sharp horn, and the scales covered in thorns matched the indescribable entity in the legends perfectly!
Before arriving in the Abyss, he had read a book describing the creatures of the Abyss. Within it, the “absolutely not to be provoked” entities included the Abyss Dragon!
For a great demon, the book merely suggested: try to avoid confrontations at all costs.
But for the Abyss Dragon, the warning was explicit, do not provoke it. Once provoked, there was no chance of survival. Even the mighty Lord Mengke of the Southern Region had to tread carefully when facing the Abyss Dragon, let alone others.
The visible concentration of wind energy surrounding the Abyss Dragon in front of him indicated that this was indeed an Abyssal Wind Dragon!
Just yesterday, Angel heard a legend about the Whispering Wind Valley from Sanders.
The prefix “whispering” was assigned to this valley because of the unusual liveliness of the wind elements here, leading to occasional whistling sounds, as if the gods of the wind were whispering secrets.
At that time, Sanders had joked, “Such an active wind element and yet, no elemental life has been born of it. It seems peculiar. Is it possible that a powerful wind creature is slumbering here?”
He had unintentionally hit the nail on the head.
Not just a wind creature, but a near invincible Abyssal Wind Dragon had appeared here.
Perhaps, the active wind elements in Whispering Wind Valley were indeed caused by this Wind Dragon.
Facing such an adversary, Angel was plunged into the depths of despair.
The might of an Abyss Dragon is of at least the true knowledge level. And an adult Abyss Dragon almost invariably dwells at the peak of the third level of true knowledge, even potentially breaking into the legendary level.
Angel didn’t know where in its life cycle the Abyss Dragon before him was, but regardless, his odds of escape seemed to be vanishingly small.
Especially considering…those twin scarlet eyes of this Abyssal Wind Dragon, when they looked upon him, were filled with an extreme malevolence.
In the face of such an almost tangible malevolent intent, Angel had no possibility, no chance, to flee this harsh predicament.
What would you do when you realize that no action you take can alter your circumstances, and you’re fated to sink into the depths of despair? Angel didn’t know what others might choose, but now, despite his seemingly calm exterior, his eyes slowly darkened and his mind teetered on the brink of madness.
A succession of blows, ceaseless misfortunes, stirred up a ferment of emotion within Angel, and the present despair and fear acted as a catalyst in this emotional reaction.
Madness became the sole thought in Angel’s mind.
Once, Angel had stirred up a series of incidents in Twilight Auction, leading to the subsequent changes in the Eternal Night Kingdom.
Now, bereft of all his trump cards and devoid of hope, Angel intended to flip the tables one more time!
Even if he were to die here, so be it.
However, as Angel’s mad thoughts coursed towards the wound on his soul, the Abyssal Wind Dragon suddenly spread its terrifying wings that obscured the sky. It unleashed a volley of wind blades, negligible to the dragon but lethal to Angel, raining down like a storm of blades upon the crater…
As the raging wind energy enveloped Angel, his mind suddenly became eerily quiet.
It is said that everything becomes cold and calm before death.
Even time seemed to stand still. This was the final cadence before death — the silent chapter.
Images from a life’s journey would surface in this silent requiem of death, slowly becoming apparent.
Until, at last, the light goes out.
Angel’s pupils dilated and then contracted, finally returning to their normal state after a moment of apparent tranquility.
He thought he was on the brink of death, but such a fate was not to be.
All the wind energy remained motionless in front of him. It wasn’t the silent serenade he’d expected before death’s curtain call, nor was it a momentary temporal dislocation. Instead, the Abyssal Wind Dragon before him had intentionally ceased the winds.
Angel lifted his gaze, the dragon’s eyes still brimming with malicious intent. However, a touch of puzzlement now threaded through the malevolent glare.
Angel remained immobile under the chilling stare of the dragon, unable to move.
Yet, in that moment, the dragon suddenly broke the silence.
Not with a roar, but with a mental message that penetrated directly into Angel’s mind.
“Why does your scent resemble his?”
The thought echoed with grandeur and antiquity. Angel’s eyes went hazy for a moment, as if someone was forcibly prying open his vault of memories.
A sudden intense tingling sensation on his back brought Angel out of his daze.
“What curious power,” the mental message arrived again.
Before Angel could fully recover, he noticed a fierce rush of wind. Then, the stench-filled head of the Abyssal Wind Dragon was hovering in front of him.
At the same time, a gentle breeze rose around Angel.
His clothes slowly unfurled in the wind, revealing Toby, who had been slumbering in his breast pocket, being gently lifted up by the soft wind.
Chapter 1022 Solidifying the Spell <TOC> Chapter 1024 Origin of Misfortune