Stronger with More Jobs-Chapter 477 - 241: Entropy of Time, the Mysterious Woman!!
BOOM——!!!
A dark red pillar of light, like a lava torrent with a life of its own, erupted from Jiang Wei’s small frame, instantly sweeping outwards in all directions.
It wasn’t fire.
At least not in the ordinary sense of the word.
It was viscous and deep, like a mixture of molten obsidian and the core of a star, carrying an extreme high temperature that warped the air into mournful cries.
Wherever the dark red passed, the air emitted a piercing ’hiss’, instantly igniting...
The thick, slippery, cold layer of humus underfoot, like thin ice under scorching sun, vaporized noiselessly, revealing charred, cracked rocks and twisted tree roots beneath.
The dark green vines, coiling like giant pythons, upon contact with the dark red stream, barely had time to struggle before succumbing like wax statues tossed into a furnace.
Starting at the point of contact, they quickly softened, collapsed, and finally turned into wisps of foul-smelling blue smoke...
Further away, the twisted, writhing, ominous trees, their trunks covered in corpse-like bark, emitted wailing screams of true despair, as if countless souls thrown into purgatory, when the crimson flow reached them....
"Woooo—!!!"
"Hiss hiss hiss—!!!"
Pain, sharp and despair-filled.
It was the wailing of the entire twisted forest’s will.
The eerie green "tree eyes" on the trunks, slowly opening, instantly burst, oozing dark green pus.
The thick branches twisted and convulsed madly, like insects pinched by an invisible giant hand, trying to flee the searing pain,
But to no avail.
The crimson flow, like a world-devouring fire, mercilessly and swiftly consumed everything.
In its wake, the dark green receded, life ceased, leaving behind a charred, cracked desolation like a landscape stripped bare by a meteor and swept over by magma.
Grandmaster Yue Zhen stood beside Fang Qingyu, feeling the terrifying heat that almost ignited his tier two protective Gang Qi, his face filled with indescribable shock.
The earth-colored heavy sword in his hand buzzed with fear at the all-consuming force.
This little girl... what exactly is she?!
Fang Qingyu’s molten gold eyes calmly surveyed the scene of destruction, his face showing no hint of surprise.
Jiang Wei hovered in mid-air, her small body seemingly the core of this dark red hell, her hair drifting like burning flames, cold red eyes overlooking the wailing burning forest below.
Her method was simple, direct, brutal.
Since this twisted forest was the lair of the Life Ghosts, their shield, their maze.
Then use the purest, most extreme destructive fire to wipe it off the map entirely.
When even the lair itself no longer existed, those lurking underground could not hide.
...
The spread of the dark red flames was beyond imagination.
In just a few minutes, centered on Jiang Wei’s hovering position, a giant blackened "Death Domain" over a kilometer in diameter had already taken shape!
And it continued to expand wildly outward.
Dense smoke billowed, obscuring the already dim "Heaven", the air filled with the acrid smell of scorching and sulfur.
At the edge of this desolate wasteland, where three dark green, dense, eerie, tier two tree ghosts lurked, in the intersection of three original densest and most sinister patches of tree sea!
A mutation suddenly occurred!
Rumble—!!!
The ground shook violently!
The land, scorched and cracked by the crimson flames, suddenly arched upward.
Like a slumbering earth dragon awoken by fire, writhing in pain.
A massive opening, over ten meters in diameter, with jagged, tooth-like edges, dripping viscous dark green liquid, opened abruptly from the arched scorched earth, like Hell’s gaping maw.
A stench of rot and a sweetish scent mixed, blew out from the dark depths like a tangible hurricane.
The depths of the hole were pitch black, seemingly swallowing all light, with only a palpable chill and deathly stillness spreading out.
As if it were... a silent invitation.
Inviting this fearsome destroyer outside to enter the true depths of their lair.
Fang Qingyu’s molten gold eyes locked onto the hole instantly, a cold smile curling at his lips.
"It seems they can’t wait any longer."
Grandmaster Yue Zhen’s face was grim, resting his heavy sword horizontally in front of him: "To expose the entrance voluntarily... there must be a trap!"
"Even if it’s a trap, we have to step into it." Fang Qingyu’s voice was resolute, with no hesitation, "The front lines are tight, the sooner we’re done here, the better Qingjian’s security. They want to lure us, then fulfill their wish and catch them in their trap!"
He turned to Yue Zhen: "Grandmaster Yue, where are the two reinforcements positioned? Send them the signal; the entrance has been revealed, converge quickly!"
Yue Zhen immediately took out a diamond-shaped communicator emitting a faint red glow, quickly operating it: "Signal sent! They’re not far, should arrive soon!"
Sure enough, in less than two minutes.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Two figures carrying strong auras, like arrows piercing through the smoke, sped swiftly from different directions, landing steadily beside Fang Qingyu and Yue Zhen.
The one on the left, tall and thin, dressed in blue-gray tight-fit attire, with a stern face, carried a peculiarly shaped, narrow long sword on his back, the blade flashing a ghostly blue light, exuding an unrivaled sharpness, was one of the reinforcements, Grandmaster Shen Yi, or "Broken Water Blade."
The one on the right, of medium build, wearing ordinary camouflage combat clothes, with an unremarkable face but extremely steady, sharp eyes, hands adorned with black gloves gleaming with metallic luster.
