Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?

Chapter 1630 - 979: Sunlight King • Gwyn (Ten-Thousand-Word - )_3

"What is that thing, a person?" "I can’t see clearly, can someone use the Eagle Eye Skill on me?" "Such a heavy sense of oppression, don’t go over rashly!"At this moment, a few untimely sounds suddenly rose from the ground; upon closer inspection, it turned out the adventurers riding on giant dragons had arrived.

Leon and Temude, along with their companions, were riding on the backs of the dragon clan leaders, Elo and Hidor, following the rampaging dungeon all the way here.

They initially planned to observe what the rampaging dungeon would do, only to find that all the monsters of the dungeon had disappeared, leaving only a black-skinned naked man floating in the sky, exuding an immense sense of oppression.

"What’s going on, is that a monster too, which dungeon did it come from?"

"It seems a bit off; we better retreat, boss!"

"A woman of the Yanor Kingdom, are you still a warrior? How can a warrior talk of retreat lightly!"

Viskasa looked down at them, and with just this glance, the pressure forced the two giant dragons to pause for a moment.

"Unexpected spectators, our duel doesn’t need an audience."

He said this as he once again raised his strong arms toward the sky.

"You picked a really untimely moment to show up." Gong Qiying rubbed his brows and slapped the monster resource warehouse with his palm.

Meanwhile, in the direction of Hepa Town.

Just as the rebel army in Hepa Town was fighting against the newly appeared Demon Clan, a multitude of powerful oppressive sensations descended simultaneously. Overlapping, neither humans nor Demons could take any action, oppressed to a standstill by these forces!

"It’s the Sain Dungeon! It has mutated again!"

Someone saw several differently-colored streams of light flying out from the Teleportation Gate of the Sain Dungeon towards the direction of the capital, and yelled immediately. As soon as the lights flew away, the pressure in the area weakened significantly.

Some Demons reacted quickly and were about to strike at the soldiers in front of them, but the next moment.

"Whoa——"

A blazing flame ignited on the Demons’ bodies, burning them to stationary charred figures in an instant!

No, not just this one Demon.

The Demons scattered around Hepa Town all burst into flames, thousands upon thousands of "torches" were born, and the firelight illuminated Hepa Town as if it were daylight!

"What is this?"

Hevi and the others who stayed behind watched the Demons burning fiercely, unable to comprehend what was happening to the world.

"Is this the work of Sain Dungeon?"

"Hold on, look at the sky!"

As people argued endlessly, someone suddenly pointed to the horizon, and everyone raised their heads in unison, their bodies trembling at the sight.

They saw flames, an expanding blaze seemingly capable of crushing the entire sky, sweeping off in a certain direction!

As the blaze gradually condensed into a familiar form.

"No way?"

The people of the Starfire Church saw this scene and exchanged glances.

They immediately took off running, flying towards the direction of the flames even if they had to leave Hepa Town behind!

Meanwhile, those four streams of light that had followed the flames scattered in different directions in mid-air.

They fell to places where the Demon Clan was most rampant.

East.

"Someone, save me, even if it’s a Demon!"

Helpless refugees, surrounded by the Demon Clan, cried out in despair, seeing nothing but bloodthirsty sneers; he could only close his eyes helplessly.

But then, suddenly, silence enveloped the surroundings.

"Huh?"

When he tremblingly reopened his eyes, the Demons around him had vanished, and what remained before him was...

A pool of steadily churning pure black abyss!

The last vestiges of the Demon Clan were consumed by the abyss, immediately followed by countless Soul-sucking Ghosts emerging from the viscous black mud, launching an assault on the Demons, observed by the refugee who was so scared he nearly wet his pants.

Meanwhile, above this big city, the Four Kings of Little Londo were recklessly spreading the abyss.

West.

Countless vine tendrils rose from the city’s ruins, crushing Demons and simultaneously transforming into the sturdiest shield for the survivors.

The chaos’s nursery flung its flames across the land; from each chaos flame climbed a horrific Demon, the grotesque Chaos Demons pounced on the bewildered Demons.

North.

A miasma symbolizing death engulfed the lifeless city.

Wherever the black fog traveled, the Demons’ sinister laughs ceased abruptly, morphing into frantic cries of panic.

In the end, where the fog loomed, all was silent, save for the dead, cloaked in black, marching ahead.

South.

Brilliant crystals surged from the ground, granting new life to the beleaguered city walls.

The soldiers guarding the city were at a loss, watching dazedly as the crystals stretched into the distance.

Where they passed, all Demons transformed into eternal crystals.

Such mythic miraculous scenes played out in Scameroon, a nation said to be favored by the gods.

Faced with such miracles, people could only do two things.

Either record it with an Image Stone or imprint it firmly within their eyes.

"Well done, Sain."