Chapter 416 Underground Palace (2/2)

Bang…

After a dull thud, the two of them smashed hard against the ground. Yang Ling was jolted into seeing stars and felt the blood rushing to his head. The Pharaoh King, who was crushed beneath him, was in an even worse state. He was almost flattened into a meat pancake and was a horrible sight to bear. His remaining Magical Energy was no longer enough to sustain the Ground Guardian, and his arms became weaker and weaker.

The ground was very hard and was paved with tiles of hard stone slabs. If the third level of the Tomb was a basketball court, then the position they were in now was the size of an extremely large golf course. There were many valuables like shiny gems and crystals on the left side. There were several transparent crystal coffins with lifelike corpses lying inside each one. On the right, there was a ridiculously humongous flying Magical Beast, which was unmoving and laying on the ground. There were no soul waves nor an aura coming from it. In that instant, Yang Ling did not know if it was a fellow long-dead entity or if it was a very lifelike stone sculpture.

Could it be that this crypt deep underground was the real Underground Tomb?

In shock, Yang Ling felt his brain, which had been jolted into drowsiness, suddenly awaken. He keenly felt that the Pharaoh King's hands, which were tightly locked around his neck, start to become weaker and weaker. In joy, he forcefully started to pry apart the other party's fingers bit by bit.

After struggling to take a breath, Yang Ling coldly snorted, ”Hmph, go to hell!” and broke the Pharaoh King's finger bones one by one with cracking sounds. He then stood up and lightly rubbed his bruised neck.

”Death, to… To a Pharaoh King, it's nothing to fear!” Maybe it was the pain from getting his finger bones broken or maybe it was the momentary consciousness just before death, but the Pharaoh King, who was smashed beyond recognition, actually had a last breath of life left. ”Even if I'm dead, you would not be able to leave, hahaha!”

”Hehe, even if we were to die, at least you'll die first!” Looking at the Pharaoh King smashed beyond recognition, Yang Ling smiled coldly. ”If I can teleport onto your back for a sneak attack, I'll have a way to teleport out of here. Of course, since you're so welcoming and generous in inviting me to the real Underground Tomb here, it would be rude of me to reject your good intentions and not bring something away with me!”

”You… What do you think you're doing?” Looking at the cold glint flashing in Yang Ling's eyes, the Pharaoh King, who was momentarily fully conscious before death, felt a jolt in his heart, and realized he had made a huge mistake. At first he thought that he could cast the Ground Guardian, then strangle this Ancient Wizard Yang Ling to death and end this threat once and for all. He did not expect them to accidentally fall into the cave in the struggle; further, he did not expect Yang Ling to survive a fall from such height, and even come out unscathed. He had invited disaster into his home!

The Ancient Wizard was the so-called controller of souls. If he died, who would be there to stop Yang Ling from destroying the Underground Tomb, and what could he do to rescue his sleeping clansmen?

After realizing that he had made a big mistake, the Pharaoh King was unable to die in peace. ”My Lord, if you can let my sleeping clansmen off, I can give you all the fortunes of the Thebes Empire, and tell you the way out. I can give you whatever you need…”

”Hehe, wrong Lord Mobli, you're wrong!” Looking at the Pharaoh King, who could only beg for mercy at this point, and looking at the Teleportation Portal crumpled in his hand, Yang Ling smiled coldly. ”What's yours is mine. All these around us is mine, including the secrets in your mind. I have a way to get what I need, without needing you to tell me!”

After confirming that the Pharaoh King was close to death and had only one breath of life left, Yang Ling sat cross-legged on the ground beside him without hesitation and slowly stretched out his right hand. He was preparing to tamper the Pharaoh King's soul to retrieve his memories. By then, he would understand how to find his way out and the real secret behind the Underground Tomb.

”No…”

Hearing the Elegy sounding from within the crypt and feeling a chill creep in from his brain, the Pharaoh King Mobli struggled with all his strength, intending to make a last ditch attempt at countering. Unfortunately, the bones within his body were almost all smashed or snapped by Yang Ling, and his Magical Energy had been exhausted. He tried everything he could, but he was unable to even stand up, much less cast a small fireball. He felt his consciousness fading, and his body getting colder and colder…

”The Undead that should not have risen, now rest in peace!” Looking at the Pharaoh King, whose soul was about to fade away, Yang Ling made a last hand signal and quickly tampered his soul.

Although he did not feel any signs of life or the energy pulses of souls, he did not know why, but he kept having this ominous feeling in his heart, as if something horrible was about to happen. The pagoda-shaped mark between his brows was lightly pulsing, getting hotter and hotter.

This Underground Tomb was too strange. Nobody could guarantee there would not be another fellow who would jump out. Looking at the transparent coffins at a distance, his hairs stood on their ends. If every one of them were as wicked and difficult to handle as the Pharaoh King, he would not be able to take the torture no matter how powerful he was.