1603 Wearing It Out Slowly (2/2)

”It's dead, it's finally dead!” Heidi blurted out in excitement.

The Dark Swordmaster's death marked the end of their adventure in the Pyramid. It was a victory!

Being stuck in the Pyramid for so long was enough to drive anyone mad. For the rest of their lives, they would never forget how they had managed to finally reach the end with Shreev's torturous strategy and witness the incredible strength Mo Fan had displayed to defeat a real Ruler-level creature.

Heidi had no idea she would be involved in such an unforgettable adventure when she left the Alps Institute!

”HAHAHA, we can finally leave this annoying place. When I go back to the city, I'll eat all the delicacies and hook up with some beautiful ladies. I'll battle them for three days and nights straight!” Zhao Manyan burst out laughing.

”Three days and nights? Aren't you scared that you'll die on someone's belly?” Mu Bai replied with a smile.

”I'm more than willing to die like that! Mo Fan, don't you agree… huh? Where's Mo Fan?” Zhao Manyan looked around. He was terrified when he could not find Mo Fan.

He took a closer look around and saw Mo Fan lying on the ground. A kind of black substance was coming out from the cut that had severed his arm, as blood kept pouring out of it.

”Holy crap, Mo Fan, don't you die on me! Khufu won't treat you as his guest, even if you die here!” Zhao Manyan immediately ran up to Mo Fan.

Mu Bai immediately stopped the bleeding, using his own way of sealing off the wound with bugs.

The Dark Swordmaster's sword held the strong corrupting power of darkness. Luckily, Mo Fan was a Shadow Mage, and the Fiendish Night was protecting him. Otherwise, the darkness from the cuts all over his body would have eventually taken his life.

The others soon noticed Mo Fan's aura slowly recovering. He must have fainted due to excessive loss of blood.

The Flying Creek Snow Wolf returned with Mo Fan's severed limb, putting it down beside Mo Fan. When Mo Fan finally regained consciousness, he glanced at the arm that had rotted from corruption and shook his head, ”Forget it, I won't need it anymore. I don't think it's possible to connect it back.”

”Leave it for now. Once we get out of this place, you can visit the Parthenon Temple and ask them to heal you with their Healing Magic. Your arm will soon grow out on its own,” Zhao Manyan assured him.

A normal person would be crippled if they were seriously injured by Dark Magic. A Healer could only reconnect severed body parts if they were still in good condition and not damaged by poison, dark magic, or the Curse Element. However, the Dark Swordmaster's darkness was extremely corrosive. It would be a relief for most Mages to just stay alive; there would be no chance for them to recover their lost limbs!

Luckily, Mo Fan was currently like the Parthenon Temple's son-in-law. If Xinxia knew Mo Fan had lost his arm, she would summon all Muses that were good at treating injuries dealt by Dark Magic to give Mo Fan presidential-level treatment.

”How is it? Is that the Underworld Compass we are looking for?” Mo Fan asked once he realized his life was not in danger.

”Yes, it's the Day and Dusk Compass!” Shreev declared.