Chapter 517 - 315: Yan Han’s Path to the Netherworld! Defying the Conventional Path! (Part 2)

To successfully obtain the Yanchao relics, Yan Wu and Yan Qing must still be utilized.

Having thought this way, Yan Wu had already stepped onto Yanhan Bridge for half a stick of incense time.

Suddenly.

Boom!

A deafening sound echoed from within the Cold Abyss.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Then, Yanhan Bridge shook violently, before returning to calm.

Yan Qing’s eyes flashed, and he turned to face, with pain: "Your Highness, Yan Wu has failed."

Speaking, he took out a jade stone full of cracks.

"Yan Wu’s Life Stone, cracked."

Yan Huan gazed at the jade stone, showing a matching expression of pain: "Yan Wu is a hero of Great Yan!"

"Your Highness, I must succeed." Yan Qing stepped forward resolutely onto Yanhan Bridge.

Yan Huan remained silent, only watching coldly.

"Life Stone cracked? Haha..."

He looked at the eerie Cold Abyss, a cold smile on his face.

"Two of the royal bloodline, foolishly seeking the imperial treasures, courting death!"

Saying this, he lifted his treasure-replaced right hand, wiped away the void like clearing mist from a mirror, revealing a view of the inside of the Cold Abyss in the size of his palm.

"Everyone believes the secret technique of passing Yanhan Bridge has long been lost, but little do they know, the true secret technique of Cold Bridge is hidden in the ’Yanhan Skill’ practiced by my Yan Clan..."

In the void scene, inside the Cold Abyss, an endless bridge stretched across overhead.

On the bridge, two people were cautiously traversing, one behind the other.

Yan Wu hadn’t died, still trying to cross, and somehow using a protective treasure, was about to pass Yanhan Bridge.

Yan Qing crossed the bridge even faster, as if he knew the bridge’s dangers, deftly avoiding or easily handling them.

Yan Huan saw this scene, his face instantly darkened.

"Profound Treasure! At least a second-class Profound Treasure!" He stared at the cold glow emitted from them, gritting his teeth.

"Humph! Trying to cross with second-class Profound Treasure, do they think the Cold Abyss after a thousand years has lost its power?"

Yan Huan suddenly spat a blood arrow onto the phantom before him.

Then.

Buzz!

The eerie black mist inside the Cold Abyss violently raged.

Next instant!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Yanhan Bridge, inside the Cold Abyss, seemed as if something terrifying awoke, stirring the entire Cold Abyss.

On Yanhan Bridge.

"Not good!"

Yan Wu saw he was about to reach the other side when the bridge beneath him suddenly began violently trembling.

"Big brother, run!"

He heard Yan Qing shout from behind.

"Giant Spirit Yan Jin Guard! It’s the Giant Spirit Yan Jin Guard!"

Yan Qing frantically fled.

"Giant Spirit Yan Jin Guard?!"

"How could there be Giant Spirit Yan Jin Guard here?!"

Boom!

Instantly, from the left and right of the Cold Abyss below the bridge emerged colossal hands breaking through black mist, directly reaching out.

"Ah—"

Yan Qing couldn’t dodge, was mercilessly grabbed from the bridge by the giant hands.

Yan Wu was shocked, unable to care if there were other dangers ahead, his figure flashed explosively, intending to rush off Yanhan Bridge.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

The colossal hands grabbed empty air as Yan Wu narrowly escaped off the bridge, reaching the other side.

But before he could breathe a sigh of relief, from below the Cold Abyss emerged a giant head.

It was a massive head with the right half golden, left half icy, showing no emotion, glaring at Yan Wu with eyes of gold and ice.

Tap... tap...

At this moment, there seemed to be slow footsteps on the bridge.

Through the black mist of the Cold Abyss, Yan Wu saw a familiar figure.

"Yan Wu." Yan Huan stepped off Yanhan Bridge, looking mocking, "You’re not dead."

"..." Yan Wu’s heart pounded wildly, "You... no, Your Highness."

He suddenly knelt down, bowed his head: "I narrowly passed Yanhan Bridge."

"Narrowly... really?" Yan Huan looked down coldly, sneering: "But Yan Qing took out your Life Stone, a shattered Life Stone."

Yan Wu secretly thought it bad: "Your Highness..."

Swish!

He abruptly charged, with a flash of cold, aiming directly at Yan Huan’s vital point, trying for a fatal strike.

"Humph!"

Yan Huan neither dodged nor flinched, just coldly snorted.

Roar...

Like a huge beast roaring, the Giant Spirit Yan Jin Guard inside the Cold Abyss extended a finger, effortlessly pinning Yan Wu.

Crack, crack, crack...

"Puh—"

Bones shattered, red sprayed.

With just one finger, Yan Wu, in the middle stage of the Marrow Cleansing Realm, was almost killed.

And at this moment.

"Cough, cough..." Yan Huan also coughed out red.

With his current body, forcibly driving two Giant Spirit Yan Jin Guards was somewhat strenuous.

But killing two traitors was worth it!

"Yan Wu," Yan Huan stepped on Yan Wu’s spine, icy-faced, "years ago, you betrayed me, didn’t you?"

"I... cough, cough... Your Highness... I didn’t..."

"Facing death, still stubborn! If it weren’t for you colluding with the Blood Evil Sect back then, how would I be in this form now."

"Your Highness... I..."

Boom!

A foot stomp, Yan Huan didn’t give Yan Wu any more chance to talk.

"Humph, I, Yan Huan, am of the Yan Royal Family, destiny’s chosen. You, mere royal bloodline, no matter the schemes, are ultimately nothing but cheap royal lives!"

Yan Huan took out a cold ice-colored small tripod, Qi Blood flowed through, his face revealing a smile.

"Truly a second-class Profound Treasure."

"Only it’s heavily damaged..."

He hid the abnormal color, stowed the treasure, and looked ahead.

A colossal underground palace suddenly appeared.

This is the true location of the Yan Han Imperial Mausoleum.

Yan Huan took out an elixir and swallowed it, turning back to look at the Yanhan Bridge.

"Black Ash... Ice Bone..."

"North Snow Army..."

He sneered, waved his hand, and the Giant Spirit Yan Jin Guards vanished into the black mist below the Cold Abyss.

"Any who step onto the bridge, kill without mercy!"

Rumble...

A heavy sound came from below the Cold Abyss, seemingly in response.

Having commanded the Giant Spirit Yan Jin Guards, Yan Huan didn’t hesitate, flashed into the underground palace.

...

Origin of Yanhan Bridge.

A figure in black arrived.

Chu Ming gazed at the eerie Cold Abyss, his expression slightly changed.

This place greatly suppressed Primordial Consciousness, the detection range of the Sword Gourd Spirit was reduced here, sensing briefly, it wasn’t even a hundred meters.