Chapter 72 (1/2)
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72 – Human-Faced Peaches
At the end of the fork was a huge bronze wall. An oil painting of an ancient black dragon was suspended on the huge bronze wall.
It was unknown how long that oil painting existed, it didn’t had any traces of it’s ink fading. The ancient black dragon depicted in the oil painting was vivid and life-like – simultaneously, traces of faint dragon might were diffused from that painting.
<Discovered a formidable life force coercion. < span>According to the a.n.a.lysis of the scan, the life force has 95% of similarity with the legendary dragon might, it’s capable of deterring inferior life forms. Level-3 Apprentice Warlocks or below are unable of withstand this life force coercion. When compared to the real dragon might, the intensity is too low.>
A string of messages flashed in Yang Feng’s mind.
Yang Feng contemplated: “I don’t sense anything – that is to say, with the Liquid-Metal Robot, in addition to not feeling any pain, the remaining senses will also weaken substantially – it’s capable of neutralizing the coercion.
Yang Feng’s sight fell on Eunice beside him.
Eunice promptly explained: “This painting is the entrance to the Gloom Cave. By going directly past it, one can enter the inner parts of the Gloom Cave’s remains.”
Yang Feng waved and a Bladed-troop immediately walked toward the oil painting.
Just as the Bladed-troop was 50m from the oil painting, then all of a sudden, its body directly shrunk – it was walking towards the oil painting as if it had set out on an invisible ladder.
The closer the Bladed-troop got to the oil painting, the smaller was its body, ultimately becoming palm-sized – it touched the black dragon’s ferocious mouth, setting off ripples and directly entered it.
Yang Feng saw this scene and his eyes flashed with a touch of admiration: “The power of Warlocks is really amazing!”
Such an entrance was simply unimaginable to ordinary people, only level-3 Warlock experts or above have such terrifying means.
Yang Feng took the lead and walked towards the oil painting.
As Yang Feng continued to move forward, a strange warping feeling arouse around him, he could clearly see the painting getting bigger and bigger, no matter how large his strides were, it felt like they didn’t brought him any closer towards the painting. Eventually, the huge black dragon’s mouth filled his vision, a deep pa.s.sageway with no end in sight appeared before his eyes.
Yang Feng took a step and entered the deep pa.s.sageway with no end in sight – ripples flashed, his vision went bright and he found himself appear inside a very wide s.p.a.ce.
The light inside that very wide s.p.a.ce was somewhat dim, the entire s.p.a.ce appeared to be exuding a layer of hazy oppression with a suffocating strange aura.
“Somebody just came in!”
“They’re screwed!”
“Somebody just came in!”
“They’re our fertilizers!”
“…”