Novel Full Chapter 348: Forming a Party to Deepen the Lost World!
Chapter 348: Chapter 348: Forming a Party to Deepen the Lost World!
Bobbi’s situation wasn’t looking good either.
The Phase Folding spear in her hand shimmered with chaotic energy streams.
Under these unpredictable rules, she even found that her most basic short-range teleportation spell was failing to stabilize.
Bobbi’s chest heaved heavily; every breath sent sharp pain through her bones as if crushed by immense gravity.
Seeing this, Logan halted his steps.
He slowly raised his hand. The pressure from his 81-star power, once held in check, now spread outward in a wide ring.
His five-spiral DNA spun at high speed. Silver time, gold space, green creation, black destruction, and gray soul—five streams of rule-energy flared to life at once.
A circular zone of stability, ten meters in diameter, formed instantly, enclosing Violet, Nel, and Bobbi.
As soon as the zone settled, the crushing weight on the three of them vanished.
At the same time, the chaotic energy calmed down. Within the glow of the five colors, the wild rules inside the passage turned smooth and orderly.
Violet pushed herself up from the ground, her face showing deep gratitude: “Thank you, Master, for your protection.”
Nel wiped the blood from her horn. Her Mirror clone stabilized again.
She gave Logan a slight nod, her eyes full of love.
Beside them, Bobbi steadied herself too.
She grinned at Logan, flashing a row of white teeth: “Logan, thanks. As soon as we clear this passage, no matter what trash lurks in the forbidden zone, I’ll shoot them down one by one for you.”
Logan gave a small nod, his gaze fixed on the bright light at the end of the corridor.
He didn’t stop, leading the three further toward the exit.
The five-spiral stability zone remained active, completely cutting off the chaotic rules of the passage.
Their steps were quick; within moments, they reached the exit.
Stepping through, a thick, rotting smell rushed at them, making the girls instantly cover their noses.
They now stood at the edge of the Mist Swamp.
Three purple moons hung in the sky. Purple light pierced through the dense gray fog, spreading across the swamp below.
Visibility around them was less than ten meters. Wherever they looked, only churning gray fog stretched out.
Logan closed his eyes without a word. His soul perception instantly expanded.
Every energy ripple within a thousand-meter radius appeared clearly in his mind.
Soon, Logan detected twenty evenly spaced energy signals rising slowly from the deep part of the swamp ahead.
Each signal held steady at the 28-star Legend stage level.
“Twenty targets, all at 28-star Legend stage, closing fast,” Logan warned softly.
Hearing this, Nel immediately activated her Mirror clones, fanning out to guard the group on all sides.
At the same time, she gripped her short blade tight, her eyes locked on the direction where the fog churned.
Bobbi stepped forward as well, positioning herself beside Logan. Her spear pointed straight into the fog: “Should I go ahead and clear out these bastards first?”
Logan raised his hand to stop Bobbi, his expression calm as he stared ahead.
He said nothing, simply placing his foot lightly on the muddy ground of the swamp.
The terrifying pressure of his 81-star power exploded forth without any restraint.
Rings of five-colored rule-light spread out instantly, covering the entire thousand-meter area.
BOOM!
As the pressure hit, the churning fog ahead froze instantly.
Twenty giant snakes, each a hundred meters long, emerged slowly from the gray mist.
Their scales were a dark purple, and their vertical pupils burned with fierce light. Their massive bodies moved slowly through the swamp.
But under Logan’s 81-star pressure, the snakes instantly stiffened. They stopped flicking their tongues, freezing in place, unwilling to move even an inch.
Facing Logan’s overwhelming presence, the snakes’ ferocity faded completely. It was replaced by a deep, bone-chilling fear.
Their huge bodies curled inward, heads pressed firmly against the swamp mud, bowing in submission.
Even the largest snake at the front dared not roar; its scales clung tightly together.
Violet stepped forward, standing beside Logan.
She lifted her face, removing the mask of her princess battle armor, revealing the golden vertical pupils unique to the Ancient Beast Clan royal bloodline.
A low hiss left Violet’s lips. Using the oldest Ancient Beast Clan language, she began communicating with the group of giant snakes ahead.
The hiss faded, and the largest snake slowly lifted its head.
It remained in its submissive pose, bowing deeply toward Violet.
Violet walked forward slowly and gently placed her hand on the snake’s forehead.
Closing her eyes, she sent her Mental Power through her fingertips into the snake’s mind, completing a mind-to-mind exchange.
After a moment, Violet withdrew her hand, turned, and returned to stand before Logan.
She knelt on one knee, bowed her head respectfully, and spoke with a serious expression: “Master, they say that three days ago, a team of human explorers passed through here.”
“That group was about thirty strong, wearing blood-red robes of the Church, heading toward the Lich Cemetery.”
Logan’s pupils contracted slightly. His fingers unconsciously rubbed against the storage pouch at his waist.
He instantly recalled the devouring rules of the No. 47 Restricted Zone and the Saint bodies that had been consumed until only their skins remained. “What happened to that expedition team afterward?” he asked.
Violet’s face turned even paler, her voice tinged with cold fear. “Last night, a black vortex fell from the sky and swallowed them whole.”
“They said the screams echoed across the entire swamp, and after that, not a trace of them remained.”
Nel gasped, gripping her short blade tighter. “Black vortex… that has to be the sign of the Devourer from the No. 47 Restricted Zone.”
“It’s vanguard has already penetrated the neutral zone—much earlier than we expected.”
Bobbi spat on the ground, her eyes burning with violent combat spirit.
She slammed her long spear hard into the mud, sending splashes of murky water flying. “Who cares if they’re Devourers or not! If they dare show up, I’ll shoot straight through their heads!”
“Logan, let’s march out now and clear out all these bastards!”
Logan ignored Bobbi’s plea to attack. Instead, his gaze fell on the largest snake ahead.
He could clearly feel how familiar the snake swarm was with this swamp—a familiarity far beyond what any outsider could possess.
Nodding toward Violet, he spoke calmly: “Have them lead the way. Go to where the incident happened last night.”
Violet nodded instantly. She turned back to the snake swarm and let out another hiss in the ancient Ancient Beast Clan language, conveying Logan’s order.
The largest snake immediately raised its head, bowed once more toward Logan, showing its submission.
It slowly turned around and moved its massive body through the swamp, heading deeper into the fog.
The remaining nineteen snakes followed their leader in turn.
Moving ahead, they cleared a safe path through the fog for Logan and the others.
Nel’s Mirror clones trailed closely behind the snake swarm, ever-alert for any movement in the mist.
Bobbi guarded the flank, her spear always pointed into the thick fog, her spatial folds never dissipating.
Violet walked beside Logan, her 48-star perception fully extended, forming a double alert line together with the giant snake swarm.
She occasionally glanced sideways at Logan, her eyes filled with trust and reliance that ran deeper than before.
She knew well that without Logan’s five-spiral rule protection, she and the others would have been torn apart the moment they stepped into this Lost World.
Logan walked at the center of the group, his steps steady, his gaze fixed on the depths of the fog.
Inside him, his five-spiral DNA spun at high speed, activating his Predict the Future ability to its fullest.
Every possible scene within the next sixty seconds appeared clearly in his mind.
He could clearly sense that deep within this misty swamp, a familiar devouring rule presence was lurking in the shadows.
The snake swarm moved slowly but remained constantly alert.
Their massive bodies glided through the swamp without making a single unnecessary sound.
Gray mist churned endlessly on all sides. The light of the three purple moons failed to pierce through the dense fog.
Logan and the others followed the snakes, stepping deeper into the misty swamp.
The fog grew thicker and thicker, and the pungent smell of decaying matter became increasingly unbearable.
The twenty giant snakes moved slowly ahead, clearing obstacles along the path for Logan and his team.
Their movements remained cautious. Every now and then, the massive heads would lift, eyes scanning the surrounding fog with sharp alertness.
Clearly, the arrival of the black vortex last night had filled them with a fear deep in their bones.
Logan followed at the rear of the group. His steps were steady, making not a single sound.
His five-spiral DNA kept spinning at high speed. No energy fluctuation within a thousand-meter radius could escape his sensing.
The pressure from his 81-star power stayed tightly contained, forming only a thin, invisible shield of rules around him.
This shield blocked the swamp’s toxic mist and chilling dampness from entering, leaking out not even a drop of energy.
Violet walked beside Logan, her golden vertical pupils constantly watching every corner.
Her Mental Power was connected to the giant snakes ahead, allowing her to receive their warnings the instant they sensed anything.
Nel’s 12 Mirror clones were spread out in a wide circle, roughly a hundred meters around the group. Each clone held a weapon, on high alert for any sudden movement in the fog.
Bobbi walked at the right rear, her eyes locked on the deep fog, her expression brimming with barely held-back fighting spirit.
The group moved through the swamp for thirty li. Finally, the fog ahead began to thin out.
In front of them lay a patch of dry high ground. Scattered across the soil were broken pieces of cloth and twisted metal fragments.
The lead snake stopped immediately. It lowered its massive head to the ground, refusing to take another step forward.
It let out a low hiss toward Violet, signaling that the scene of the incident was right in front of them.
Violet nodded to the snake, then turned to Logan: “Master, this is the place.”