Although the clash between the Demon Swineherd and Bei Zhelong only covered a radius of several kilometers, the ripples of killing intent surged continuously outward through the labyrinth's corridors.
Many class users who sensed this terrifying murderous intent frantically fled from the center of the conflict. Yet a few who weren't afraid of death moved toward the center instead.
Strictly speaking, it wasn't that they were unafraid of dying; rather, their extraordinary skill gave them supreme confidence.
In addition, after sensing the killing intent, some of Yu Xian's summoned beasts also began heading toward the battle zone. Well, in their case, they truly weren't afraid of dying.
In Avici Hell.
Through the eyes of a rock-climbing spider, Yu Xian watched Bei Zhelong and the Demon Swineherd trading blows.
Hearing Bei Zhelong's voice, he immediately recognized him as the class user who had snatched Zhang Shou's treasure chest. Yu Xian's expression turned somewhat odd. It couldn't be that... this fight was caused by him, right?
"These demonic frenzy boars seem pretty decent."
After pondering for a moment, Yu Xian's attention was quickly drawn to the Demon Swineherd's summons.
By this point, the demonic frenzy boars had already transformed into their demon forms, swarming together to besiege Bei Zhelong. In this demonic state, their strength exploded, and their usage of demonic power was no longer as crude as when they were in their boar forms.
Bei Zhelong unleashed continuous sonic waves, but they were all neutralized by the purple light enveloping the boars. Both sides shifted continuously through the labyrinth, locked in a ferocious stalemate.
The demonic frenzy boars acted like an impenetrable wall between Bei Zhelong and the Demon Swineherd. Bei Zhelong's wish to strike down the leader to scatter the herd had no chance of succeeding.
Yet the demonic frenzy boars were equally helpless against Bei Zhelong.
Bei Zhelong moved with astonishing speed. If not for the boars' overwhelming numbers, he might genuinely have pulled off an ambush against the Demon Swineherd.
The battle raged from a T-junction to the next four-way intersection. Demonic frenzy boars that had previously charged off in the stampede turned back one by one, shifting into their demon forms as they threw themselves into the fray.
Bei Zhelong felt as though he had fallen into an ocean of pigs. No matter which way he turned, massive porcine faces filled his vision.
The murderous intent inside him burned hotter and hotter, as if he were building up for an ultimate attack. Every strike that failed to injure a demonic frenzy boar caused his killing intent to surge, making the surrounding fluctuations of murderous aura grow increasingly terrifying.
If an ordinary person were exposed to this aura, they would be obliterated in an instant.
Through the rock-climbing spider's senses, Yu Xian could detect an ominous, exceedingly dangerous sign growing clearer by the second. The spider's instincts urged it to retreat, but its unwavering loyalty kept it firmly anchored to the wall, determined to see the clash through to the very end.
"Fourfold Quartet of Murderous Intent: Sound of Death!"
Finally, having suffered enough frustration, Bei Zhelong abruptly entered a state resembling both demon and god. Black energy enveloped his entire body, leaving only a pair of blood-red eyes radiating ghastly killing intent.
Then, he tore open his own abdomen. A mouth immediately tore free across his belly, letting loose a crazed, horrifying burst of laughter.
*Bang! Bang! Bang!*...
The laughter traveled outward like ripples. Every living creature touched by it exploded on the spot.
Even in their demon forms, the demonic frenzy boars could not withstand the sheer destructive might of Bei Zhelong's fatal art. Every boar besieging him detonated into mist. Witnessing this, the Demon Swineherd finally caught the scent of death.
Without waiting for an order from its master, his mount, the Demonic Frenzy Boar King, wheeled around and fled at mind-boggling speed. It even sent any demonic frenzy boars in its path flying straight out of the way.
The class users who had gathered to watch the spectacle also realized the terror of Bei Zhelong's technique and scattered in panic.
In the end, only Bei Zhelong was left at the crossroads, his black hair flying wildly as his body arched backward, the split mouth on his belly howling with unending, maniacal laughter.
The black ripples generated by his laughter swept violently in all directions like shockwaves. Upon slamming into the labyrinth walls, they bounced back, dispersing in other directions.
Yu Xian's rock-climbing spider was obliterated the second Bei Zhelong unleashed his ultimate attack.
However, he still had numerous summoned beasts deployed throughout the vicinity. Through countless vantage points, Yu Xian clearly perceived just how terrifying Bei Zhelong's move was.
Suddenly, an idea struck him.
If he lured Lauked-Hades and Fathe'aim over, could Bei Zhelong's technique severely wound the two of them?
The more Yu Xian thought about it, the more tempted he became. Without hesitation, he acted on the impulse—no time to lose, do it right now!
Closing his eyes, he projected his will into a Silver Mirror Ghost King. He then summoned a mount, leaped onto it, and galloped straight toward Fathe'aim's location.
Because he possessed so many summoned beasts, he had a complete grasp of Fathe'aim's and Lauked-Hades's positions. For every step the two took, Yu Xian's surveillance summons stepped back several paces, constantly maintaining a safe distance.
Furthermore, the scouts he used were spiritual entities that moved completely silently and possessed exceptional hearing talents. Not a single movement from Lauked-Hades or Fathe'aim could escape Yu Xian's notice.
Within the event labyrinth, Fathe'aim was moving at incredible speed, scouring his assigned route.
In truth, his vigilance had begun to slip. Having failed to run into Yu Xian for so long, he was starting to suspect that Yu Xian might be along the route Lauked-Hades had taken.
Suddenly, as he rounded a corner, he spotted Yu Xian crouched in a recess of the labyrinth, picking up a treasure chest.
"Holy crap!"
Sensing his gaze, Yu Xian turned, yelled out, and immediately teleported away.
"Over there!"
Fathe'aim didn't have time to care about the treasure chest left on the ground. The moment Yu Xian swapped places with a slime, Fathe'aim sensed Yu Xian's aura appearing around a farther corner.
He didn't have time to wonder why Yu Xian hadn't teleported farther away. Kicking the slime to death, he launched forward like an arrow, sprinting in Yu Xian's direction.
A moment later, he caught sight of Yu Xian wildly fleeing on his mount.
Yet just as he was about to catch up, Yu Xian swapped positions with another slime. Fathe'aim closed the distance, pulverizing both the slime and the mount with a single punch, and resumed the chase.
*Something's wrong.*
*Earlier, Yu Xian could teleport great distances. Why can't he now?*
*Could he be trying to lure me into an ambush he prepared? Hmph, so what if it's a trap? In the face of absolute strength, traps are nothing more than a joke.*
Fathe'aim pondered why Yu Xian hadn't teleported farther away even as he pursued him.
The next instant, however, a shriek of agony from Yu Xian drew his attention. He burst into full acceleration, rushing toward the source of Yu Xian's aura, and immediately felt a formidable surge of killing intent.
*Could Yu Xian have another enemy here?*
Fathe'aim felt a surge of delight. If Yu Xian were taken out by someone else, things would be much easier for him.
With that possibility in mind, he poured on even more speed. Yet rushing toward him wasn't an 'ally,' but a ripple of black energy.
Faintly, he could hear a burst of laughter laced with mad, bloodthirsty fury.
Chapter 542