Chapter 124: The Siege

Since normal attacks couldn’t pierce through, I had no choice but to use the supernatural ability I was reluctant to wield. If I didn’t defeat this thing, I wouldn’t be able to enter the elevator to rescue Er Peng and the others. Even if I managed to save them, we still wouldn’t be able to get out.

A faint golden aura swirled once around my arm, then I plunged my hand into the void. A pale golden blade materialized in my grip.

This sword, forged from supernatural energy, was no match for a real blade. While better than ordinary weapons, it was utterly powerless against legendary-grade arms. Moreover, it was fragile and prone to dissipate easily—truly a headache.

“Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!”

I slashed three times at the eight-clawed creature. Thankfully, each strike tore through the cursed spirit’s flesh, oozing thick pools of green liquid that emitted a revolting stench.

“Damn, it stinks so bad! Dong, hurry up and finish it off—we can’t take this anymore!” Wang Yong and Jiang Luyu shouted at me from inside the elevator.

“You can’t stand it, but do you think I can?” I snapped, raising the blade just as three massive claws, each tipped with steel-like nails, swung viciously toward me.

This was madness. With this thing around, a group attack meant one against forty. Those half-meter-long steel nail claws cutting through a crowd would be like harvesting wheat.

Raising the blade to block was not merely defensive. I infused extra force and unleashed a sharp slash of external supernatural power at the three claws attacking me.

“Crack, crack, crack!”

I hadn’t expected the cursed spirit to be so frail. With just one strike, I severed its three massive claws. It seemed frightened, suddenly dodging my attacks and desperately trying to flee in our direction—clearly seeking escape.

How could I let it get away? If it escaped, it would be a disaster—this creature would surely slaughter Chinese people first. Here was China, teeming with people, and with those nail-like claws swinging, it would be like reaping a field of wheat.

“Yah-hey, die, you freak!”

A solid wave of pale golden energy shot from the blade, slashing viciously into the back of the cursed spirit’s head, cleaving it in two. Its broken body convulsed on the marble floor before dissolving into a puddle of green liquid, the foul stench making us not want to stay even a second longer. We hurried into the elevator and headed up to the seventeenth floor.

Upon reaching the seventeenth floor and opening the elevator doors, we found a completely different scene. Rows of small iron doors and glass windows lined the corridors, which were chaotic and confusing—anyone unfamiliar would easily get lost.

The area was brightly lit, with white marble flooring and walls. Aside from the iron doors and glass windows, nearly every surface was marble-clad.

Fortunately, despite being hundreds of meters underground, the oxygen supply was good—indistinguishable from the surface, with no discomfort felt.

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