29: Chapter 29 The Prison Guardian, Nightfall

Su Qianxue held Luo Qingxue tightly and closed her eyes.

Eastern Wasteland, Tianxuan Peak Hall.

Gu Sheng slapped the System's light screen.

The [character card pool] interface skipped frantically.

Exchange Point Balance: 435,000 points.

A giant azure hand occupied the entire field of vision on the screen.

That was a full-strength strike from Li Daoran, a powerhouse of the Nirvana Realm.

Luo Qingxue's Meridians were parched. Li Yifeng was heavily injured and had fallen. Su Qianxue bared her neck for the slaughter.

A total annihilation ending was only a hair's breadth away.

Gu Sheng's finger hovered over the [Highest Grade 10-Pull] button.

He calculated rapidly in his mind. These exchange points were originally planned to upgrade Tianxuan Peak's mountain-protecting formation.

If he didn't pull the gacha and abandoned this Clone, he would lose the taiyin divine marrow bought with eight thousand destiny points, lose the Soul Transformation Stage Li Yifeng, and lose Su Qianxue, a Destined Daughter. The subsequent situation in the Far North Icefield would completely spiral out of control. Once Mo Cangtian of the Piaomiao Holy Land sensed his weakness, he would definitely strike.

If he pulled the gacha, four hundred thousand exchange points might all go down the drain.

Either way, it was a dead end.

The sunk cost was too high. He could only gamble with his life.

“Throw it all in!”

Gu Sheng pressed the button heavily.

The wheel on the light screen spun frantically.

The probability bar for a gold drop kept stretching.

[Obtained Profound Rank Character Card: Iron Leg Water-Skimmer]

[Obtained Earth Rank Character Card: Life-Taking Scholar]

[Obtained Profound Rank Character Card: One-Armed Swordsman]

A series of blue and purple lights flashed past.

Gu Sheng kicked a red sandalwood pillar. The sandalwood snapped.

Cards of this level couldn't even withstand the pressure of those three Nirvana Realm old monsters, let alone save the day. Going there would just be seeking death.

The giant hand was only thirty feet away from the top of Luo Qingxue's head.

The blood-red filter on the edge of the screen grew heavier. Li Yifeng's life signs were rapidly fading.

The final 10-pull.

The four hundred thousand exchange points were completely zeroed out.

The progress bar got stuck at ninety-nine percent.

An extremely dazzling dark-gold light erupted from the center of the gacha pool.

The golden light directly pierced through the System's UI interface, illuminating the entire Tianxuan Peak Hall.

[Ding.]

[Congratulations to the Host for triggering the pity mechanism, obtaining the Top-Grade...]

The notification sound had only reached halfway through the announcement.

Gu Sheng's gaze was pulled tightly by the scene on the screen.

Far North Icefield. Underground Plaza.

The giant azure hand crashed down.

There was no explosion.

A slender finger, wearing a dark-gold finger guard, appeared out of thin air directly beneath the giant azure hand.

The finger pushed upward gently.

At the point where the fingertip contacted the giant hand, no shockwave was produced.

Crack.

A crack appeared on the giant spiritual energy hand condensed by the Nirvana Realm powerhouse Li Daoran.

The crack followed the fingertip and instantly spread across the entire giant hand.

Bang.

The giant hand exploded into a sky full of azure light spots.

Violent spiritual energy turbulence scattered in all directions, destroying all the remaining ice pillars in the underground plaza.

These turbulent flows were blocked by an invisible barrier three feet in front of Luo Qingxue.

Not even her blood-stained hem was moved by the wind.

In mid-air.

Ripples rose in space. This was not tearing space apart, but space actively making way for him.

A figure slowly emerged.

Clad in a black robe, its edges were embroidered with dark-gold Manjusaka flowers.

He wore half a bronze ghost mask on his face, revealing only the lower half with its firm lines.

In his hand, he held a pitch-black spear upside down. From the spear's tip dripped the black blood of an unknown Vicious Beast.

The blood dripped onto the ice, instantly corroding a deep pit.

He stood there without any spiritual energy leaking out.

The remaining Laws of the Far North Icefield were frantically gathering toward him.

Snowflakes falling from the sky automatically suspended a hundred feet away from him, then vanished into nothingness.

Above the sky.

Grand Elder Li Daoran of the Supreme Dao Sect suddenly withdrew his hand and took half a step back.

The two crystal beads floating in front of him let out a crisp, mournful cry. A faint crack appeared on the surface of the beads.

The dark-gold magic runes on the Wilderness Magic Venerable Gu Zhan's body instantly lit up. This was the instinctive defense of a Physical Body sensing extreme danger. An old scar on his chest began to ache faintly.

The horsetail whisk in the hands of Mo Wentian, who wore a black and white Daoist robe, stopped swinging. The qi of life and death surged violently around him, losing its original composure.

Gu Zhan stared at the black-robed man, his knuckles cracking as he clenched his fists.

Li Daoran spat out a few words: “One of the four Protectors of Xuanming Hall, Hell Warden, Ye Lan.”

Three hundred years ago, it was this man who had overturned twelve Dao Integration Stage Elders of the Supreme Dao Sect with a single spear.

In the end, he was lured into a killing formation by three Nirvana Realm experts working together; it took seven days and seven nights to suppress him to death.

He couldn't possibly still be alive.

Underground Plaza.

Su Qianxue opened her eyes and looked at the tall back blocking the path ahead.

Inside the ring, Danqingzi's Soul body fluctuated violently.

“Hell Warden. That mad dog of Xuanming Hall. He's actually still in this world.”

When Danqingzi traveled through the Northern Abyss in the past, he had personally seen Ye Lan massacre a city. Wherever that black spear passed, not a blade of grass remained. Even the Heavenly Dao's lightning punishment did not dare to descend.

Mu Qinghan leaned against the ice wall, spat out a mouthful of blood, and pulled her pale face into a strained smile.

“Commander Ye.”