Chapter 975 - 362: He... Is About to Turn Around!

The trembling of the Blood-colored Space felt like the apocalypse had come.

Old Ghost’s murky eyes were now a deep red.

Inside them, there was no fear.

Only a madness akin to martyrdom.

The command of the Lingxiao Ancestor reverberated in his ears.

Fang Qingyu was the only way out for the Lingxiao Association!

And the last order Fang Qingyu gave him was to protect Yan Lin.

This was more important than his life, than the lives of all the Lingxiao Association members present.

"Protect Lord Yan! Retreat! Retreat to the entrance!"

Old Ghost’s roar drowned out the lament of the space.

The hundred or so remaining Lingxiao Association elites instantly contracted, swords and blades outward.

Firmly guarding Yan Lin at the center.

On their faces, there was no sadness for the fallen comrades, only a stagnant indifference.

Upon entering here, their lives were no longer their own.

Surviving to get out would be a fluke; dying here was their homecoming.

Boom, crash.

Huge rocks enveloped in thick blood light rained down.

The ground frantically cracked and collapsed; the dozen or so Lingxiao members at the rear only managed to give a brief, anguished cry.

Before being swallowed instantly by the surging bloody mire and the collapsing giant stones.

Without leaving even a ripple.

Old Ghost’s eyes widened in rage, yet he dared not look back.

His emaciated body burst forth with one last surge of Qi Blood, braving the oncoming rubble and fierce bloody winds.

Leading the remnants towards the ever-closer.

And ever more blurred entry gap at a frantic sprint.

Each step tread upon the edge of life and death.

Finally, as the entire space behind emitted one last sound as if the heavens were shattering.

Old Ghost and Yan Lin, along with the final seventy or eighty blood-soaked, breathless Lingxiao Association elites.

Like fish beaten onto shore by giant waves.

Helplessly staggered out of the giant entrance of the Blood-colored Space.

Boom!!!

Behind them was the collapsed abyss, completely swallowed by thick smoke and dust.

The violent air currents mixed with a pungent sulfur and bloody scent slammed into their backs.

Pushing them to stumble and fall onto the ground.

"Cough... cough..."

Old Ghost coughed violently, spitting out blood foam and dust, struggling to rise.

He didn’t bother checking his own injuries.

Immediately shifting his gaze to the nearby Yan Lin.

Yan Lin’s face beneath the silver mask was covered in dust, her red hair disheveled.

Yet those cold eyes remained unchanged.

She struggled to sit up halfway, her gaze piercing through the heavy smoke and dust.

Fixated dead on the underground space that had just devoured everything.

Old Ghost followed her gaze.

Thick smoke churned like boiling ink.

Deep within the smoke, the huge silhouette of a cross that was previously faintly visible had completely vanished.

The view was chaotic, as if gnawed by a giant beast, broken edges everywhere.

And a bottomless dark pit below.

Empty.

There was nothing left.

"Fang... Captain Fang?!"

Old Ghost’s voice quivered with disbelief, his hallowed face turning paper white.

A massive panic instantly seized his heart.

Fang Qingyu... gone?!

The Lingxiao Association’s way out... severed?!

Yan Lin’s breath also slightly hitched, her red lips under the silver mask pressed into a cold line.

Chen Yuanshan... the Cross... along with Fang Qingyu...

All plunged into the unknown Abyss?

This change completely went beyond her expectations!

"Roar——!"

"Kill them all!"

Just as the two reeled in shock, fixated on the pit.

Above, fierce sounds of battle, roars, and the clashes of weapons piercing layer upon layer of floors.

Clearly filled their ears!

The battle not only hadn’t ended; it was growing even fiercer.

Old Ghost jerked his head up, a trace of fierce determination flashing in his bloodshot eyes.

Captain Fang’s fate was unknown, but the immediate priority was to keep Lord Yan alive!

He turned abruptly, hoarsely ordering the remaining Lingxiao Association elites: "Listen up to me! Protect Lord Yan! Charge upwards! Get out of this damned place! Whoever dares block our path, kill them!"

"Yes!"

The remaining Lingxiao Association elites growled in unison.

Voices hoarse yet carrying a desperado’s fierceness.

They quickly reformed their ranks, keeping Yan Lin at the center, swords and blades blood-stained, eyes fierce, racing towards the staircase leading to the upper floors.

Yan Lin forcefully suppressed the tempestuous waves in her heart and her worry for Fang Qingyu.

Her eyes quickly regained calm.

At this moment, the changes in the battlefield above were equally crucial.

She kept silent, letting Old Ghost and the others guard her, her crimson hair billowing like flames as she ran.

The gaze under the silver mask sunk into thought.

The staircase spiraled upwards, the sounds of battle growing ever clearer and piercing.

As Yan Lin and Old Ghost led the last dozens of Lingxiao Association elites out of the staircase.

Crashing into a relatively expansive, yet now turned chaotic scene in the hall.

The sight before her made the experienced Yan Lin’s pupils suddenly contract.

In the hall, blades and swords flashed, Qi Blood Power crisscrossed!

On one side were Jiang Wei, Wei Banmeng, Chu Kuanglan, leading the core elites of the Cyan Dragon Gang, Liu San’s veterans, and additional reinforcements.

Their numbers unknown, but looking at the formation stretching without end.

Clearly many fighting forces were still alive.

And their momentum was overwhelming.

Jiang Wei surrounded by Red Flame, like a blazing sun at the core of the battlefield, burning the black-robed men into charcoal.

Wei Banmeng’s twin blades flickered, frost and shadow intertwining, cutting through the enemy lines.

Their adversaries had dwindled to just over two hundred.

Still clad in iconic black robes.

Still silent.

But their fighting style was starkly different from those death-like, fearless Corpse Puppets before.