91: fog ghost

The figure slowly turned around, looking at Zhang Jing expressionlessly.

Shi Yan's eyes were cold and deep, and being stared at with such eyes, Zhang Jing felt an inexplicable fear.

"Are you still human?!"

Zhang Jing couldn't help but take two steps back; the player in front of him subverted his imagination.

To possess such speed at only level eighteen? Could this still be a human? Even among those Talented Persons, he had never heard of anyone having such strength at level eighteen.

A sense of powerlessness, accompanied by despair, spread throughout his body, and he had already given up resisting.

Shi Yan slowly raised his right hand, seemingly wanting to do something to him.

"Wait!"

Zhang Jing's eyes instantly narrowed; he thought of the tragic fate of the Girl earlier and quickly shouted to stop him. He didn't hesitate and used his last trump card.

This trump card had saved his life countless times, pulling him from the abyss of despair; it was his exclusive secret technique, comprehended by him alone.

His legs instantly bent, and he knelt on the ground in a standard posture. His body trembled slightly, as if bearing immense pressure.

"Is it okay if I go scout ahead?"

A fawning expression crept onto his face, his eyes became ingratiating, and a sincere smile followed. He tried his best to curry favor with Shi Yan.

"..."

Shi Yan looked at him with deep eyes and stopped his actions.

Zhang Jing let out a slight breath of relief, secretly congratulating himself. His trump card had indeed saved him again, allowing him to temporarily escape a calamity.

Before he could speak again, the figure in front of him flashed and appeared behind him, grabbing him by his collar and dragging him to the edge of the stairs.

Zhang Jing's mouth hung open, seemingly not having reacted yet. When Shi Yan suddenly disappeared just now, he thought he was going to die.

This experience also made him deeply understand how fast Shi Yan was; the scenes of the surroundings rapidly receding on both sides just now were already etched in his mind.

"Go up yourself."

Shi Yan's faint voice sounded.

This time, Zhang Jing gritted his teeth and, while his potion was still in effect, stepped onto the stair in front of him.

But the result was that nothing happened.

Zhang Jing didn't dare to think further; he knew that every second at this moment was crucial. His legs moved like lightning, and in a blink of an eye, he had already ascended half of the stairs.

Just as he was about to continue upwards, a large mouth made of mist suddenly bit off his entire upper body.

After chewing a few times, it disappeared from its original spot.

The large mouth appeared suddenly, catching people off guard, as if Zhang Jing had delivered himself into its mouth.

The lower half of his body continued to walk a few more steps before slowly falling, seemingly carrying out the will of its master before death.

Crimson intestines and blood splattered across the entire staircase, but they were quickly and slowly devoured by some invisible force, as if they had never appeared at all.

Shi Yan narrowed his eyes and frowned, taking advantage of the large mouth chewing to check its specific attributes.

"Mist Ghost Lv31"

"Constitution: 3123"

"Soul: 3012"

Upon seeing the attributes, Shi Yan's tightly furrowed brow slowly relaxed. A monster of this level couldn't even break his defense.

What truly instills fear is always the unknown.

Now that he understood what was there, there was naturally no need for fear or dread.

Shi Yan's entire body entered Blood Tattooed Transformation, and with a push from his legs, he leaped into the air, intending to fly up directly from above.

Although it was unlikely he could traverse this section of stairs without taking any damage, there was no harm in trying.

Shi Yan constantly changed his posture in the air; although there was nothing around him, he would flash east for a moment and then west for a moment, looking somewhat comical.

But only Shi Yan himself knew how perilous it was at this moment. Dense dangerous auras emanated from the surrounding air, but fortunately, the owners of these auras seemed unwilling to move proactively, remaining still in one place like a trap.

Shi Yan at this moment was like dodging infrared beams, performing various high-difficulty poses as he flew upwards, occasionally pushing off the air with his feet.

Although there was some risk, Shi Yan quickly ascended to the next floor.

If he hadn't had the levitation skill, it certainly wouldn't have been this easy.

The environment on the second floor was similar to the previous one, but with a difference: there was no waist-high mist or dense small black doors here.

The space on this floor was slightly brighter, and the view was much wider.

The surrounding walls were covered with complex runes and patterns, exuding a mysterious aura.

Shi Yan thought of the large open black door he had seen on the lower floor earlier.

Although the door's surface was open, a black membrane constantly blocked the entrance, obstructing the view inside.

When Shi Yan stood in front of that large door, he could feel waves of danger emanating from within.

That sense of danger was very strong, which made him not want to go there; this feeling made his heart palpitate.

In the center of the hall on this floor, there was a raised throne.

The throne was over ten meters high, and it was unknown what it was made for.

This throne was entirely carved from black metal, appearing solemn and mysterious, as if it were the core of the entire hall.

Its unique shape and surface were carved with complex runes and patterns, exuding an ancient and powerful aura.

Shi Yan narrowed his eyes, surveying the surroundings, alert to everything.

"That throne should be the key to this floor."

Shi Yan had a guess in his mind and planned to observe the throne's surroundings.

His gaze was fixed on the throne, trying to discover some clues from it.

As Shi Yan went around to the back of the throne, he noticed a small indentation directly behind it, containing a golden gemstone.

The gemstone emitted a faint golden glow, seeming to be almost depleted of energy.

Unknown runes appeared and disappeared on the surface of the gemstone one by one.

This item clearly looked invaluable.

"This item is fated to be mine."

Shi Yan intended to summon two vines from the ground and use them to pick the gemstones.

However, Shi Yan urged for a long time, but not a single vine grew out.

It seemed those patterns and designs were not just for show.

Shi Yan looked down at the strange patterns, his eyes gleaming with a curious light, and he had a guess in his mind.

His Vine Power could grow vines on the surface of anything, even metal surfaces.

As long as the material was in contact with the ground, it was possible.

However, these materials of unknown composition were able to prevent his vines from growing, which indeed made him very curious.

Could this building be floating in the air?

Shi Yan collected his thoughts and looked at the golden gemstone in front of him.