Chapter 1551: Chapter 946: 365 Li’s Journey
Three hundred and sixty-five miles, oh, crossing through the seasons~
Temude felt he must be hallucinating.
Why was he hearing lyrics in the background music that had no words?
This must be an illusion caused by extreme stress!
He felt like he was being tossed into an overloaded mixer.
Above him were incessantly crashing tentacles, beneath him were crumbling bricks about to break, his companions’ shouts and cries echoed around him, and a flame flickered provocatively in front of him, tantalizingly out of reach.
He almost wanted to curse; the flame atop the tentacles seemed to deliberately remain just out of reach, emphasizing its taunting nature.
The bricks under his feet finally began to crack; his brain could no longer process so much information at once, relying only on muscle memory to leap from one fewer foothold to another.
The last time he felt this cornered was when he fell into a pile of Curse Frogs without any equipment....
Temude no longer dared to stay in one place for more than two breaths, as that was sufficient time for the floor tile under his feet to fracture and turn to rubble, falling into the Abyss, leaving him to keep running.
At this moment, the serene background music actually fit quite well.
He kept trying to chase the flame swaying on the tentacles, but never caught it, every time he was about to grasp it, the hope slipped away, like a donkey chasing a dangling carrot.
The music reverberating in the field wasn’t sharp in melody, yet it entered his mind insidiously.
It made him feel like he was in an endless Marathon.
This song... why does it feel so exhausting?
And it has a sort of very unfortunate feeling.
This must be the effect of Magic!
"Prince! I can’t hold on much longer!"
A warrior’s voice came from the left; Temude turned and saw the unlucky fellow precariously standing on a floor tile only the size of half a washbasin, trying hard to maintain his balance, surrounded by vast empty gaps.
A gust of rescue wind blew by, temporarily dispelling the thick smoke and allowing them to take stock of their surroundings.
"Jump to your right!!" Temude, positioned at the top and vigilant, shouted.
The warrior glanced around and saw a seemingly intact floor tile a few steps away, he took a deep breath and leapt decisively —
Then the tile beneath him shattered into dust the moment he jumped.
His jumping force wasn’t transmitted at all, his whole body fell straight down as if he had triggered a trap, and then disappeared into the smoke.
"Ugh ahhhhh——"
A scream came from below, from near to far, from loud to soft, finally becoming a faint echo.
This warrior stayed on the upper ground the longest, but it seemed it didn’t bring him luck, as the longer he stayed, the fewer tiles were left for him to stand on below, all taken by others...
Temude hadn’t even mourned for his comrade before hearing an exclamation from his right.
"I’ve got you!"
A warrior grabbed the wrist of a companion falling down at a critical moment, with his other hand clinging to the edge of a precarious tile. That tile had already tilted at a forty-five-degree angle, ready to fall from the rock wall at any moment.
"Hold on! I’ll throw you up!" The warrior above gritted his teeth, his arm muscles bulged like they were about to burst from his Armor, trying to swing his body to throw the companion below to a safe place.
"No, no, no, don’t throw——" The warrior below shouted in terror.
Yet, before their brotherly scene could play out, the tile crumbled instantly, and they both fell together.
Their combined screams vanished into the darkness.
Temude’s mouth twitched. He wanted to say something, but before he could speak, the sensation underfoot suddenly felt wrong.
He quickly jumped to the side, and as soon as his toes touched a new tile, it cracked with a "snap" into pieces, forcing him to keep leaping, jumping five or six times, each landing accompanied by the sound of shattering tiles.
Temude felt like he wasn’t fighting a Boss Monster; this was an obstacle course game!
In such circumstances, attacking the Chaos Breeding Ground was impossible; even self-preservation was a challenge, and everyone temporarily neglected the flaming entity.
"Stop jumping around!"
An older, more experienced warrior shouted, his voice standing out steadily amidst the chaos.
"These tiles break in a pattern!" he said as he gently landed on a tile without making any noise, "Look, as long as you control your landing force, reducing the impact, the tiles can last a bit longer!"
The warriors glanced at the intact tile under his feet, hope gleaming in their eyes.
"That’s it! Don’t stomp hard!" someone realized.
The warriors began to imitate him, yet someone still found their tile rapidly cracking despite the attempt.
"That doesn’t work at all, geez! It’s purely because you’re lighter!"
Before his complaints finished, the Chaos Breeding Ground suddenly let out a hoarse shriek.
