Chapter 130: Dead End

Chapter 130: Chapter 130: Dead End

The glacier river collapsed so fast it caught everyone off guard. The cracks on the ground split from deep inside and spread outward, like the giant mouth of an abyss.

Jeremy cast his gaze downwards. Below the crack was not water, but an expanse... of void darkness.

"Fall back, now!" He spoke extremely fast, simultaneously spreading his wings and flying outward.

The group had just set foot on the glacier river, currently still right at the entrance. As long as they retreated in time, there was still a window to escape this perilous situation.

But things always had a way of turning in unexpected directions.

"Hmph. Lowly humans. Killed my subordinates and still want to leave alive?"

A sinister voice rang out from behind. At the same time, the pressure of the tier four peak crashed down like a massive invisible boulder.

The ability to fly was forcibly sealed. Countless black feathers transformed into arrows and shot towards them.

Jeremy’s magic power lost control, his entire body plummeting straight down. Right at the moment his body was about to smash into the ice surface, he adjusted his posture; the chain whip appeared in his hand, wrapping around an unmelted block of ice, dodging the arrows while simultaneously borrowing the force to land steadily.

The remaining four were forced back and separated by the rain of black feathers, each drifting in a different direction.

The group intended to move towards him, but the black-cloaked figure merely raised a hand slightly, and several clones appeared, blocking them entirely.

The glacier river shook increasingly violently. But among the thousands of people inside, only a small number began to flee. The majority not only didn’t budge but even plunged deeper following the direction of the crack.

Jeremy looked at the black-cloaked figure who had abruptly appeared. He clearly belonged to the Crow Beastkin clan.

But because his realm had touched tier four, the aura on his body was hidden too well. Relying solely on aura, it was impossible to determine if he was a cultist or not.

However, the word "subordinates" answered everything.

People of the heretical cults could use a forbidden art before death to pass on a fragment of their final image to their comrades, intending for the other party to take revenge.

But the price of that forbidden art was the soul dissipating into smoke and ashes.

The group just now clearly had ties to Aiqier and Los, whom they had encountered in the Wasteland.

Looking at it now, whether it was Los’s group or those fools just now, all were under this guy’s command.

Jeremy silently finalized one thing: in the future, if he killed people from the heretical cults again, he absolutely had to wear a mask to conceal his personal information.

Otherwise, wave after wave, the annoyance would be unbearable.

Under the pressure of the tier four peak, he clearly heard his bones creaking.

Right at that moment, the black-cloaked figure in the distance took exactly one step, but in the blink of an eye closed in on Jeremy, the afterimages behind him dissipating.

The speed was terrifyingly fast.

The bone fan in his hand appeared, its edge sharp as a razor.

Before it could slice across his neck, Jeremy hastily raised his scythe to block.

Mirror Image Prison and Death’s Abyss activated simultaneously. Clones and undead surged forward following his will to restrain the Crow.

Jeremy borrowed the opportunity to knock his bone fan away, then instantly retreated.

He intended to pull out the magical artifact his parents had given him the other day, forcibly dealing with him to break the encirclement.

But the very next second, he discovered: the high-tier magic tool refused to obey orders, unable to be taken out.

No—more accurately, this secret realm, besides restricting cultivation levels, also blocked all high-tier magical artifacts and magic tools.

Jeremy had no mood to complain about whether that was reasonable or not. He switched to summoning lower-tier magic tools.

Fortunately, it succeeded this time.

The explosive magic tool used to deal with the five cultists earlier was only at tier three. Currently, under the secret realm’s restriction, the maximum he could pull out was only tier four. But counting on it to take down a tier four peak was still too difficult.

In less than three seconds, a clear cracking sound rang out. Death’s Abyss and the Mirror Image clones were crushed in the blink of an eye.

A sneer. The black-cloaked figure abruptly vanished.

Jeremy’s gaze swept in all four directions. Not half a trace.

The surroundings were a mess of chaos. The sound of the collapsing glacier river and the screams from afar now all became obstacles.

Suddenly... the wind direction changed.

During the first semester, his senses had been sealed by Griffin for training over a long period. Jeremy’s inherently sharp observation and perception abilities had been pushed up another level.

It was no exaggeration to say that right now, just a very slight shift in the wind current was enough for him to pinpoint the opponent’s exact location.

A dark glint flashed in Jeremy’s eyes. His body spun, the scythe curving past his waist like a crescent moon. In an instant, the tip of the scythe radiating cold air struck squarely against the bone fan that had just appeared from thin air.

"Clang!"

The ear-piercing sound of weapons clashing.

The black-cloaked figure’s silhouette appeared in mid-air. Faced with that reaction speed, he was somewhat astonished.

He had heard of the Valmont family’s young master who had returned not long ago.

But... a level of proficiency like this was clearly something only acquired after hundreds of life-and-death battles.

Truly unexpected.

But... an existence exceeding common sense like this was all the more deserving of death.

Jeremy intended to activate the magic tool, but the man had caught onto that intention. He smiled coldly, twitching his finger. The magic tool Jeremy had just thrown into the air was instantly neutralized by a stronger magic tool.

"Boom——"

An explosion rang out. The two magic tools collided and turned to ash. Dust and smoke billowed out thickly.

The black-cloaked figure glanced at the glacier river that was about to collapse completely, losing the interest to continue fighting.

He didn’t want to miss the main objective of the trip because of these ants.

"Unrestrained Soul — Unseal!"

He shouted softly. The bone fan burst out with a bizarre sizzling sound.

Within seconds, a slimy, dark green monster took shape.

Simultaneously, he activated his second skill: Explosive Cyclone.

The storm and the monster descended at the same time.

The black-cloaked figure retracted his fan, his figure vanishing, charging towards the crack. His mocking words scattered with the wind: "Just play with them and have fun. Wishing you all... to die without an intact corpse."

The terrifying power of a tier four skill was clear without needing to imagine.

The cyclone and the dark green monster sealed Jeremy in tightly from the front, back, left, right, above, and below. Not leaving a single gap.

Right now, he couldn’t even worry about himself; there was no way to know the situation on his teammates’ side.

The monster continuously spat corrosive venom and wind blades. Jeremy’s scythe swung out a cross slash, chopping them to pieces.

Watching the cyclone continuously shrink, pressing tight against him, his mood sank.

Could he really have to lose his life here today?

The realm gap was too vast. Even throwing out every skill now wouldn’t be able to tear through this cyclone.

Jeremy forced himself to calm down, his gaze scanning around.

Although the top of his head was blocked by the monster, the only exit of the cyclone was also exactly at that gap up there.

Perhaps burning all his magic power to gamble on one shot still left a sliver of survival.

Tens of thousands of thoughts flashed in the blink of an eye. And Jeremy acted immediately.

Using the undead summoned from Death’s Abyss to block the wind blades and the relentlessly attacking monsters, he forcibly channeled magic power into his dragon wings, breaking the residual sealing pressure, and vaulted straight up.

The higher he went, the more violently the magical impact battered him.

Magical blades carved bleeding wounds on his body. Jeremy had no mind to count them. All his will and magic power were poured into the fragile sliver of vitality overhead.

Facing the monsters closing in from above, he unleashed the Devil skill and the Order skill straight on, clearing them out in an instant.

But... when he was less than ten meters away from the gap, it closed in the blink of an eye...