Chapter 115: Adela, the Crimson Spider Queen

That sword strike was terrifying beyond measure. Its power far exceeded what a level 20 hero could wield; it belonged to an entirely different realm.

Truly, appearances can be deceiving, just as one cannot measure the sea with a bucket.

Originally, Luoyong had already held Pang Ding in high regard, harboring deep respect and caution toward his combat prowess. Yet it wasn’t until this moment that he realized all his previous assumptions had been inaccurate.

Pang Ding’s strongest form could easily take on an entire Fearless Battalion single-handedly without breaking a sweat.

No wonder he had been so arrogant before, utterly dismissing Handsome’s presence.

No wonder he was blacklisted by the Hero Association yet still roamed free without consequence.

All of this stemmed from his overwhelming strength.

At this instant, Luoyong profoundly understood that even the wealthiest patrons had their weaknesses; he could no longer afford shortcuts.

Both investment and cultivation were essential—progressing hand in hand was the only righteous path!

Within the confines of level 20, this rotund man’s combat power was the absolute ceiling—no one could surpass him!

His true vocation must be the legendary Infinite Sword Saint.

That bastard had lied, claiming to be a Shadow Assassin!

Swish, swish, swish!

Glints of cold light rained down relentlessly upon the bewildered young girl, her face etched with shock, seemingly unaware of the unfolding events.

Yet no matter how fierce Pang Ding’s onslaught was—a veritable storm—he failed to scratch her, not even causing her to flinch.

Moreover, her aura grew increasingly fearsome, surpassing level 20 and edging toward level 30.

Witnessing this, Luoyong did not hesitate; he bellowed, unleashing multiple magics simultaneously.

Wind enchantment!

Gravity augmentation!

Gale heavy slash!

Five level 25 skeleton soldiers!

In that instant, Luoyong donned a bracer embedded with several rune gems that boosted levels.

He had grown tired of constantly fussing over his disguised blade, so he simply prepared an item with multiple slots, ready to equip at a moment’s notice.

Crack!

A skeleton soldier ventured too close—right beside Pang Ding—and was instantly shattered by a flash of sword light, utterly defenseless.

The remaining four charged from different angles, brandishing sharp bone knives toward Adela, who lay upon the grand bed.

Clang! Crack! Crack!

Blades and swords struck Adela’s body together, yet her armor held firm; only a faint sway betrayed the impact.

Simultaneously, a chilling aura surged forth, causing both Luoyong and Pang Ding to shudder involuntarily.

“Is there no other way?!” Pang Ding suddenly shouted, his formidable aura reaching a peak before beginning to wane.

“Here, take this!” Luoyong abruptly thrust the level-boosting bracer into Pang Ding’s hands.

His longsword began to shift shape.

“You bastard! Why didn’t you use this earlier?” Pang Ding cursed loudly, equipping it without hesitation.

“Watch the sword!”

Now at level 30, Pang Ding’s assault grew even more savage, though he refrained from unleashing his ultimate move—such powerful techniques surely drained immense inner energy.

Cough.

Yet beside Pang Ding, a powerful aura erupted, nearly matching his own.

Luoyong’s longsword transformed into a massive halberd.

At that moment, the Crimson Spider Queen Adela’s eyes flickered with surprise, as if recalling something.

“Peerless Chaos Dance!”

Luoyong roared, his aura soaring with wild intensity as he wielded the halberd in a whirlwind, delivering a rapid combo upon Adela’s form.

“Ah!”

The halberd struck with immense force; though still unable to pierce her armor, it rocked her body violently.

With a piercing scream, the dormant soul within her began to awaken!

“Foolish humans! How dare you challenge the Queen’s authority!”

A furious roar rang out, as if echoing from the heavens, striking their souls with overwhelming force.

Her presence surged rapidly; with a mere lift of her hand, she sent Luoyong flying.

“Damn!” Pang Ding yelled, his slender sword caught by her grasp!

Bang!

Adela flicked it away like a mere toy.

Yet Pang Ding gripped tightly, refusing to release his blade.

Then, the classic scene unfolded—

Adela rose gracefully from the bed, taking a few slow, seductive steps.

Though two human men shared the room, neither had the leisure to appreciate her elegance.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Gripping the sword’s tip, Adela swung repeatedly, hurling Pang Ding about like a ragdoll, smashing him against the stone walls with deafening crashes that made one wince.

Before Luoyong could finish his combo, more skeleton soldiers emerged from the walls, lunging anew at Adela.

But the awakened Crimson Spider Queen allowed no approach; she effortlessly blocked and sent them flying with a casual wave.

A mocking smile surfaced on her face.

“Ah-pft!”

Pang Ding spat blood, using the momentum to loosen his grip and fly toward the exit.

“I can’t go on, Luoyong! If we keep this up, we’ll meet in hell!” he shouted, summoning his remaining strength—and then fled.

“Damn it!” Luoyong was blocked again, crashing into the stone wall, blood seeping from his mouth.

Though invincible, the impact left serious injuries.

“Adela! Die!” Luoyong shouted, quickly activating several tactical scrolls.

Seizing his invulnerability, he too turned tail and ran.

Since awakening, the Crimson Spider Queen’s level had surged rapidly, nearing 40.

Invulnerable to weapons and immune to magic, she was utterly impervious.

In this situation, survival was the only option; everything else had to wait.

Yet as he fled, Luoyong sensed a terrifying aura behind him.

Adela was pursuing!

Perhaps roused abruptly from her slumber and struck relentlessly, even these two insignificant insects had enraged her.

She intended to kill these foolish humans.

“Hey! Don’t chase me! Split up, you idiot!” Pang Ding sprinted ahead, his short legs moving rapidly like an anime character with lightning feet.

No one knew how he had cultivated such speed.

Likely from countless chases by powerful monsters.

Indeed, all learned from real combat.

Practice from battle, applied back into battle—no effort wasted.

“Cut the crap! There’s only one path here, no other exits!” Luoyong’s aura waned rapidly, weakness washing over him.

But at the brink of life and death, there was no time to rest.

Even breathing felt like a luxury in this suffocating moment.

“Tactical scrolls!”

“Buy us time!”

After racing several dozen feet, the two finally caught their breath and shouted together.

Then, both unleashed tactical scrolls behind them.

Boom!

Sizzle!

A flash of fire exploded behind them.

A bolt of lightning illuminated the dark dungeon.

Yet the pursuing figure passed calmly through the flames.

The lightning merely flickered and vanished, as if nothing had happened.

“Damn magic immunity!”

“Pervert!”

Both shouted in unison, then tossed more tactical scrolls in perfect harmony.

Not to cause harm, but to hinder the enemy.

Boom, boom, boom...

A volley of scrolls detonated, shaking the dungeon violently, as if the concentrated magic might cause it to collapse.

“Let there be light!”

Suddenly, Pang Ding hurled a scroll forward, opening a shimmering teleportation gate, diving through it instantly.

“Believe in the light!”

At that moment, Luoyong’s heart brimmed with fervent faith.

He opened a portal and followed through.

Just then, he noticed Pang Ding’s portal beginning to collapse, initiating self-destruction.

“Damn it!”

Luoyong cursed silently; that rotund man had used a special teleportation gate allowing only single-person transit, which self-destructed immediately to erase all traces, preventing pursuit.

Tsk!

No wonder he was a seasoned operator in the underworld.

Such tactics were flawless and casual.

Compared to that, Luoyong felt inexperienced.

His was just a common scroll leading to Fear Canyon.

No time to overthink—any teleport scroll would do; open it and leap through!

Whoosh!

Luoyong passed through the portal, appearing inside Fear Canyon.

Without hesitation, he opened another teleport scroll to the Land of Divine Weeping.

Swish!

A figure emerged from the portal behind him, stepping forward gracefully and leisurely.

If this were any other monster, the relentless barrage of tactical scrolls from Luoyong and Pang Ding would have left them dead or at least wounded.

But she remained unscathed.

Not a single hair was harmed.

Luoyong rushed through the portal, arriving in the Land of Divine Weeping, where over a hundred small flying machines swarmed instantly, blocking the gate.

Glowing with strange light, they unleashed psychic attacks—if not enough to kill Adela, at least to slow her down.

“Hmph! Foolish humans!”

Adela emerged from the portal, sneering coldly.

With a wave, invisible magical ripples burst forth, detonating dozens of Reaper Dragonflies in a violent explosion.

“Eh?”

Suddenly, her motion faltered.

The hand that had pointed at Luoyong seemed bound.

The entire Land of Divine Weeping pulsed with a strange magic, resonating in that moment, affecting Adela profoundly.