"This..." Long Zhanye gasped, looking at the seemingly endless darkness ahead.
He complained in his mind, "How long will this drag on?"
Storage Soul Tool cannot fit into this broken stick!
Is it possible... that we really have to drag this thousand kilograms of burden all the way through Hell Road?
Just when he was in a dilemma and almost collapsed.
In Sea of Consciousness, the cold voice of Medusa sounded again:
"Pull it."
Long Zhanye was stunned. "Senior?"
"This thing is so extraordinary that even I can't understand its origin."
Medusa's voice was solemn, "Such an opportunity must not be given to others."
"If you think it's cumbersome, you can throw it away, but I guarantee that you will regret it for the rest of your life."
Long Zhanye was silent.
He suppressed the irritability and fatigue in his heart and grasped the cold and heavy iron rod tightly.
"Okay."
He gritted his teeth and continued to drag the damn stick, moving forward step by step.
With every step he took, the Narrow Path under his feet was trembling slightly, and the muscles in his arms were sore in protest.
But he is persisting.
Because Medusa is right, how can something that even a god can't see through be a mortal thing?
This Black Iron Staff that looks like Fire Poker may be the biggest opportunity of his trip, and it is more precious than the Chaos Inner Core!
"Whoosh--whoosh--"
The harsh friction sound echoed over the silent abyss, accompanied by Long Zhanye's heavy breathing, which seemed particularly desolate.
Just then.
There was a sound of brisk footsteps behind him.
Tang San trotted up from behind.
Its huge body is extremely flexible on Narrow Path. Its four claws firmly grasp the rock and its steps are steady.
It first tilted its head and looked at Long Zhanye's embarrassed appearance, then let out a low purring sound in its throat.
Then.
It wagged its tail, walked straight to Long Zhanye, lowered its head, and opened its big mouth full of fangs.
"Click."
He bit the Black Iron Staff in the middle.
Long Zhanye was stunned.
Tang San raised his head slightly, and the Black Iron Staff that he could only drag with all his strength, weighing over a thousand kilograms, actually...
It was picked up as easily as an ordinary bone!
It even shook its head and shifted the iron rod in its mouth.
Then he opened his four paws and continued walking forward as if nothing had happened.
The pace was so brisk, as if what he was holding in his mouth was not a heavy object, but a weightless dead branch.
Long Zhanye stared at this scene dumbfounded and was speechless for a long time.
"This... this is okay?!"
He rubbed his eyes to make sure he saw correctly.
Tang San is indeed holding that Black Iron Staff in his mouth, and he can walk more easily than he could with bare hands!
Medusa's voice sounded again. This time, there seemed to be a hint of surprise in the cold tone.
"Fifth Son of the Dragon, you are indeed extraordinary, but you have some abilities."
Long Zhanye didn't bother to think about it and quickly followed.
Tang San walked in front, holding the Black Iron Staff in his mouth, his tail raised high, and he would look back at him from time to time.
Long Zhanye couldn't laugh or cry, but finally breathed a sigh of relief.
That's fine, it saves him the trouble of taking it himself.
Let Tang San hold it in its mouth. Anyway, it is very strong. It is like playing with this broken stick, which is ten thousand times stronger than dragging it by itself.
He quickly caught up with Tang San, one person and one animal, and continued walking along the Narrow Path.
After successfully passing two levels, Long Zhanye's mentality became a little more relaxed at this moment.
He maintained a uniform speed and continued to move forward along Narrow Path, thinking secretly in his heart:
If this Hell Road really only has three tests.
Then, they only need to pass the last level to leave this world full of killing and crime.
However, the surrounding temperature continues to rise.
That kind of burning heat is not an ordinary flame, but a heat wave rising from the bottom of the abyss, mixed with strong blood.
The dark red liquid that was originally vaguely visible in the abyss on both sides has become increasingly clear at this moment.
It was thick, tumbling plasma containing endless resentment, making the sound of popping bubbles.
The terrain seems to be extending downwards.
Long Zhanye A thought flashed in his mind:
Perhaps, Slaughter City is not really built deep underground, but in a huge mountain?
Maybe that plasma and magma came up from deep underground?
Such thoughts just flashed through his mind.
The most important thing at the moment is to get out of here. As for everything else, there will be plenty of time to judge and think after we get out.
The temperature is getting higher and higher.
Although Long Zhanye and Chaos Qi can regulate the air.
But after all, it relies on Chaos Power to fine-tune the air temperature within the range, and is not a real isolation barrier.
As he continued to go deeper, the burning sensation he endured began to gradually increase.
The skin turned a faint rose red color, and the sweat evaporated as soon as it seeped out, leaving behind a fine layer of salt frost.
What makes it even more difficult for them to adapt is that there seems to be a depressing atmosphere in the air.
The feeling is hard to describe, as if there is a pair of invisible eyes staring at them from all directions.
It's like there are countless resentful souls hovering around, trying to get into their minds.
The feeling of depression became more and more obvious, and Killing Intent had accumulated in his body for several months.
Also stimulated by this weird atmosphere, it was released even more unscrupulously.
anxious.
The uncontrollable anxiety began to grow quietly.
Especially Tang San walking behind Long Zhanye.
It doesn't have Head Spirit Bone like Long Zhanye, and it can't suppress and control its emotions with its powerful spirit Divine Power like him.
As the burning heat intensified and the depression deepened, the clarity in Tang San's eyes was gradually replaced by scarlet.
It made a low, threatening purr from its throat, its pace began to become hasty, and its tail flicked restlessly.
From time to time, he would growl at the plasma in the abyss, as if something was provoking it there.
The burning heat around them seemed to be the source of seducing Aura of Slaughter in their bodies.
But unfortunately, they can't stop Killing Intent from being released!
This is the cruel reality that Long Zhanye discovered shortly after entering Hell Road.
On this road, there is a terrifying evil atmosphere.
Only by releasing the Killing Intent in the body and forming an invisible barrier can we stop the erosion of that evil spirit.
If Killing Intent is forcibly suppressed, this barrier will be removed.
Immediately, the omnipresent evil energy will invade the body, which can range from going crazy to death on the spot!
This is a dead circle.
The burning irritation Killing Intent, the stronger the Killing Intent, the more affected the mind will be.
The more affected the mind is, the harder it is to control the outbreak of Killing Intent.
And once the Killing Intent completely loses control, they will become beasts that only know how to kill, and will be trapped on this Hell Road forever.
Long Zhanye's footsteps are getting heavier and heavier.
He gritted his teeth, veins popped out on his forehead, trying hard to maintain the last trace of clarity.
He understood that he had made some miscalculations, through this Hell Road.
It seems that it is not only necessary to have enough strength, but more importantly, it must be passed through in the shortest possible time!
The longer you stay here, the deeper you will be affected by that evil aura.
Once you are upset, you will never be able to get out.