Chapter 503 - 309: Dying Within the Light! How Difficult Is It?
Red light sliced through the cramped space. Yang An was completely surrounded by the monster’s body, with no room to escape. Above him, its ferocious maw descended, its sharp mouthparts like a pair of giant daggers.
In the face of the monster’s assault, Yang An’s aura surged. His body expanded, suffused with a golden glow, as he threw a punch.
Compared to Light Magic, the power of those red lights was worlds apart. They couldn’t even leave a mark when they landed on him and could be completely ignored.
The punch landed on the monster’s clamping mouthparts, which instantly shattered. It pierced through into the creature’s massive maw, making its entire head shudder.
Yang An’s feet sank as the reactive force drove him down into the earth, but that was the extent of it.
’It looked so terrifying, but it turns out it’s just a paper tiger.’
He smiled faintly. Even with the combined power of so many people, it was only at the level of a Zombie God. Nothing special.
The next moment, with an explosive shout, Yang An used his formidable body to pierce straight through the monster. He entered through its giant maw, shattered its entire head, and burst out from its back.
Dragon Transformation!
ROAR—
A tremendous dragon’s roar shook the heavens. A radiant Cyan Dragon appeared, even larger than the monster. It raised its claws and tore the creature to shreds.
A series of screams erupted from within the monster’s body. The people inside were helpless against the Lamp Dragon that Yang An had become, completely unable to fight back.
When the Lamp Dragon disappeared, the ground was littered with mangled remains of all kinds and covered in a black, viscous fluid. The area had become like a foul-smelling lake.
Yang An grabbed one person. As was his custom, he unleashed the Dark Communication Secret Spell to envelop all the figures present. Only then did he look at the person he held by the neck—it was the same one who had spoken earlier.
Although he couldn’t make out the man’s features, he could sense that he was on the brink of death.
As the primary controller of the monster, he had suffered the greatest backlash from its destruction, but not so much that he couldn’t speak.
"I ask, you answer. If you refuse, I’ll kill everyone here!"
Yang An was decisive and didn’t want to waste a single moment. Any delay could give Huan the chance to find him, and he’d lose his opportunity.
The figure nodded frantically without a hint of hesitation, and Yang An tossed him onto the ground.
"Do you know about Forbidden Artifacts?"
Yang An asked this first, just in case the people of this era had an information gap with the Real World.
Fortunately, the man nodded, giving him an affirmative answer.
"Where do you people normally go to comprehend the Power of Rules?"
"By killing and looting!"
The man replied in a vicious tone.
"..."
"Besides killing and looting."
"Then there’s only the Antique Forbidden Land. All ownerless Powers of Rules are born from there, but they are extremely difficult to obtain!"
’Antique Forbidden Land? Does "Antique" refer to the transformation a Zombie God undergoes to enter the Insect Dao?’
"How difficult?"
Hearing this, Yang An immediately asked, his curiosity piqued.
"For example... you could be in a deathtrap without even realizing it!"
"What do you mean?"
Yang An raised an eyebrow, looking at the man.
But in the next instant, all the figures and mangled remains that had been bound by his Dark Communication Secret Spell turned into countless wisps of black smoke and vanished in the blink of an eye.
The figure answering his questions also burst into laughter. He stood up from the ground with ease, defying the restraints of the Dark Communication Secret Spell. His shadow-like head split open as a crimson eye squirmed out to stare directly at Yang An.
"This place *is* the Antique Forbidden Land!"