Sweeping Through the Labyrinth (13)

After a brief rest, the Light-Embracing Rescue Team once again set out for the exit under Ian's guidance.

Not every choice point Ian selected could be absolutely safe, but at least they carved out a road to life amid crisscrossing deaths—yet now that Ian possessed the power of the Undead Monarch, all the choices that had once been pale red or crimson had turned into utterly ordinary white.

Safe.

There was only that one possibility.

Ian had only one thought about this.

—Precognitive Vision really does have its limits.

"Because I've grown stronger, I can no longer see many troubles... Becoming either stronger or weaker distorts the information from Precognitive Vision."

"If I become Fifth Energy Level in the future, then the only things in this world I'll be able to foresee clearly will probably be disasters capable of destroying the world."

That said, Precognitive Vision could still resolve many minor matters he might overlook—but that would only happen when Ian let his guard down. Once he became serious, Precognitive Vision instead could no longer make clear predictions.

As he pondered this, in reality, the Gloomvale Knight wielded a black greatsword as dark as his armor and charged forward alongside Redemptive Light and Red Blade.

The three swept aside everything before them, cutting through the densely packed phantom army like melons and vegetables.

With the Gloomvale Knight at their head, the road along the way became a vast sheet of ice. Deathly cold lingered there for a long time, refusing to disperse, while at the roadside lay either mist from shattered phantoms or the frozen corpses of Magic Beasts turned into ice sculptures.

These Magic Beasts came from all over the world—the Ice-Armored Ghost Beasts of northern Frontier Reach were local overlords, possessing extraordinarily strong resistance to bitter cold. Their