Free Web NovelChapter 1249: Chapter 1249: Crisis
The gate stood in the Void, not located within any wall.
Upon closer inspection, it seemed to merge with the entire Void, towering over the skies, thicker than the earth; the more one looked, the more extraordinary it seemed.
Yang Yan stared at it intently for a while, feeling as if the gate contained centuries, the whole Star Universe, full of endless mysteries.
Most importantly, it resembled a giant mouth embedded in the Void, constantly devouring the endless Power of Origin from the Snow Demons.
"Huh, the snowstorm has stopped!"
Moments later, Yang Yan realized that the surrounding snowstorm had long disappeared, leaving a peaceful and tranquil environment.
Soon, he discovered that they had unknowingly stumbled into a completely unknown space.
Silence...
Around him, it was eerily quiet, almost frighteningly so.
Apart from the faint sound of his own breathing and heartbeat, there was nothing else.
In such an oppressive atmosphere, Yang Yan dared not move, afraid of accidentally triggering some mechanism or angering the twelve Ice Sculpture Guards, leading to dire consequences.
He always felt that although these twelve ice sculptures showed no signs of life on the surface, they were far from being mere ornaments.
"After a million years, someone has finally reached this place." A voice, ancient and hoarse, echoed from within the gate, with each syllable seemingly striking the soul of everyone present.
"Master, what should we do now?" Cold Flood Dragon also sensed the eeriness of the place and couldn’t help but feel fearful.
Yang Yan remained silent for a moment, clenched his teeth, and resolutely said, "Move forward!"
Having come this far, turning back was not an option.
Moreover, the lives of everyone outside were in his hands.
If they turned back now, not only would the hardships they faced earlier be wasted, but the lives of their brothers and sisters outside would also be at risk.
Although the ten sect leaders and other figures could take some disciples away to escape, how many would perish in the avalanche, more accurately, die at the mouth of the Snow Demons!
This was a loss the ten sects absolutely had to bear, and a result Yang Yan did not wish to see.
Yang Yan led the way, stepping onto the icy avenue guarded by twelve Ice Sculpture Guards, but the anticipated danger did not occur; apart from the sound of his footsteps and his pounding heart, there was nothing else.
Yang Yan wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and called out to the five Exotic Beasts: "Everyone, cautiously move closer; it seems there’s no dan..."
Before Yang Yan could finish speaking, a violent tremor emanated from beneath his feet.
He quickly used Small Shifting, stepping off the icy avenue, only to find himself surrounded and unable to escape, as it seemed he was one step too late.
The twelve Ice Sculpture Guards, originally stationed on either side of the icy avenue guarding the gate, had already surrounded the group, their crimson eyes fixed on them.
"Golden Core peak?!" Cold Flood Dragon’s eyes widened, exclaiming in terror.
The words exploded in Yang Yan’s ears like Celestial Thunder.
"Twelve Golden Core Realm peaks, how... how is that possible?!"
Not only was Yang Yan shocked, but even Cold Flood Dragon and the others found it hard to believe.
Although they had always stayed in the Demon Cave and were unaware of the specific situation on Wandering Dragon Star, they knew well that achieving the Golden Core Realm was not easy.
After thousands of years of cultivation, Cold Flood Dragon managed to reach the peak of Golden Core Realm only due to the pressure from heaven and earth, but these twelve Golden Core Realm Ice Sculpture Guards showed no signs of life, resembling puppets.
It was unknown who had such a grand gesture to have twelve Golden Core Realm peak masters guard the gate.
"Master, what do we do now?"
Cold Flood Dragon regained composure after a brief shock, looking at Yang Yan with a worried expression.
"Among thirty-six stratagems, fleeing is the best strategy, run!" Yang Yan truly had no confidence in confronting these twelve Golden Core Realm puppets, his first reaction was to urge everyone to flee.
Even with Cold Flood Dragon’s formidable prowess, it was impossible to simultaneously rival twelve masters of the same level.
Yang Yan personally activated escape mode, using Small Shifting to its extreme.
Yet, no matter how fast he was, how could he compare to Golden Core Realm masters!
In just an instant, an Ice Sculpture Guard’s longsword was already aimed at him.
Damn it!
Never thought my legendary reputation would end here, huh?!
Yang Yan watched as the longsword rapidly enlarged in his view, his heart filled with despair.
Is this really the end?!
At this moment, Yang Yan was already locked onto by the longsword; he wanted to dodge, but suddenly realized the space had completely immobilized him, making it difficult to move.
The chance to evade that life-threatening strike was almost zero.
Yang Yan felt unwilling, but powerless to change things, resignedly closing his eyes.
"Clang..."
As the forceful wind approached, just when he felt he was about to be split in two by the sword, a sudden crisp sound of metal clashing appeared in his ears.
The expected pain did not appear, and Yang Yan instinctively opened his eyes.
In his sight was Cold Flood Dragon’s forepaw holding the longsword coming down.
"Master, evade, I’ll hold these fellows off for you." Cold Flood Dragon sent through Telepathy, followed by a dragon roar as it battled with the twelve Ice Sculpture Guards.
Aside from Cold Flood Dragon, the four Exotic Beasts followed suit, joining the battle circle, unleashing various secret techniques without reservation.
Even so, the opponents were ultimately twelve Golden Core Realm peak masters; Cold Flood Dragon’s combat strength was formidable, and the four Exotic Beasts were exerting all efforts, yet they fell into a disadvantage in numbers, unable to gain any edge.
Defeat was only a matter of time.
Although the twelve Ice Sculpture Guards were puppets that could only attack based on instinct, their coordination was extremely tight, essentially flawless.
"Continuing like this is not a solution!" Yang Yan furrowed his brows, watching the five Exotic Beasts gradually struggle, his heart tightened.
Retreating was not an option now, nor could he advance, a powerful sense of helplessness welled up within Yang Yan.
Giving it all!
He gritted his teeth hard, suddenly employing Small Shifting, his whole body transforming into a shadow, racing towards the gate.
The twelve embroiled Ice Sculpture Guards seemed to sense Yang Yan’s intention, suddenly rioting, with two Ice Sculpture Guards forcefully disengaging from the battle array, brandishing their treasured swords to kill Yang Yan.
The five Exotic Beasts, caught off guard, were already struggling; now facing the rioting Ice Sculpture Guards, they were even more overwhelmed, only able to watch helplessly as two Ice Sculpture Guards rapidly approached Yang Yan.
No matter how fast Yang Yan was, the level difference was evident, and escaping the pursuit of Golden Core peak masters was impossible.
In the blink of an eye, the two Ice Sculpture Guards reached Yang Yan’s back, swinging their longswords down forcefully; not matter his extraordinary talent, to an unripe Golden Core peak master’s eyes, he was merely a blade of grass, killing him as simple as squashing an ant.
The previous scene replayed before Yang Yan’s eyes, how could he resign himself to being buried here?
He still had great ambitions unfulfilled, the world not yet settled, how could he pass away now!
Twenty meters, ten meters, five meters...
The longsword was before Yang Yan’s forehead; his eyes filled with blood, unwillingness surged, and he yelled hysterically: "My fate is mine, not Heaven’s!"
