Chapter 67: Breaking the Prison (6)

In a gloomy corner, a low, chilly sneer rose amidst a billow of yellow smoke, resembling the wail of a netherworld specter, reeking of a heavy, deathly aura.

"It's that bastard, Amur!" Tina was all too familiar with this sound.

She charged toward the churning yellow smoke.

"Come back! Tina, don't be impulsive!" Bolan shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Thunder-Bolt Smashing Fist!" A heaven-shaking, wild roar suddenly exploded in everyone's ears.

A figure rushed out swiftly from the yellow smoke, flashing across the vast sky like a sudden streak of lightning and thunder. His right hand gathered a fierce blue arc of light, transforming into a brilliant, glowing bolt of electricity that blasted straight toward Tina.

"Damn it, it's not Amur, it's Boyce! Tina, watch out!" The Fiery Cloud Panther, Cleo, roared and charged forward.

He outpaced her, intercepting that rushing electric thunderbolt just ahead of Tina. The fiery-red battle qi radiance clashed against the blue battle qi in mid-air, bursting into a dazzling array of colorful sparks.

The blue arc of light, carrying a biting gale of thunder, broke through the light and flames with a sweeping momentum, striking Cleo heavily in the chest. A series of intense electric currents erupted across his body, sending him flying airborne. Boyce’s suddenly appearing figure streaked across the air like a bolt of stray electricity, his right hand wreathed in crackling thunder as he pressed it toward Cleo’s head.

A massive surge of battle qi energy unexpectedly appeared in an arc behind Cleo’s back, sweeping around his body and striking toward Boyce. The downward-pressing thunderous palm was blocked by this surge of battle qi, halting its descent.

Boyce roared frantically, "Bolan!"

In the distance, Crispin Bolan drew back his right fist with a solemn expression, while the guard beneath him collapsed amidst a heavy spray of blood. Beside him, the Earth Bear Denan reached out and steadied him.

Suspended in mid-air, Boyce retreated rapidly, his left hand unleashing another thunder-bolt fist downward at the falling Cleo.

He was determined to kill a Heavenly King before the battle fully erupted!

A bone-chain fashioned from a demon spirit's spine twisted eerily around Cleo’s body, yanking him aside just in time. That thunder-bolt fist, carrying immense battle qi energy, slammed heavily into the ground, gouging out a deep, gaping crater.

Cleo tumbled and landed beside the monkey Bivan. The razor-sharp bone-chain retracted from Cleo’s body, returning to the hands of the ape Bivan without inflicting a single scratch on Cleo.

"In the name of darkness!" Tina halted and chanted, "Dark Arrow!"

A small, black arrow howled, releasing a dim, desolate light as it pierced into that mass of yellow smoke in the darkness. The gloomy, chilling sneer abruptly ceased, replaced by yet another small, lean figure leaping out from mid-air.

He landed beside the previously appeared Boyce, his face shrouded in an aura of gloom.

And Boyce, who had previously unleashed the Thunder-Bolt Smashing Fist, finally landed and stood his ground.

The sneak attack had failed!

Only now was it possible to clearly make out this middle-aged man named Boyce, with his hawk-like eyes, high-bridged nose, and an expression brimming with unbridled arrogance. He held no weapon, yet his entire being resembled a javelin, radiating a fierce and ferocious aura all over.

"Boyce, you bastard!" Upon seeing this fellow, everyone could not help but let out such a low gasp, the light of hard-to-suppress hatred igniting in their eyes.

If the Poison Scorpion Amur was the person the Serpentess Tina hated most, then Lightning Boyce was the fellow jointly loathed by every other prisoner.

Lightning Boyce was a man of naturally cruel and tyrannical disposition; the sole reason he was willing to serve as a warden of Spark Prison was his innate fondness for humiliating and torturing others.

And Spark Prison was undoubtedly the very place to satisfy his perverted tastes.

Virtually everyone in this prison had suffered cruel torture at this fellow's hands. Crispin Bolan’s eyes and the scar on Tina’s face were both masterpieces belonging to this man.

This person possessed an innate destructive inclination, deriving immense satisfaction from destroying all things beautiful and fine.

Naturally, supporting his terrifying and peculiar fetish was his formidable strength.

Compared to the Lion King Heli, Lightning Boyce perhaps lacked the sheer muscular might of Heli, but his offensive power was tremendously ferocious. The destructive output of his battle technique, the Thunder-Bolt Smashing Fist, unleashed in an instant, was said to be the highest among all the prison wardens. Even with Heli's highest level of hardening standards, it was impossible to rely solely on physical body to withstand this fellow's attacks head-on. Hence, he earned the moniker of Lightning.

Right now, however, Lightning Boyce was not feeling nearly as relaxed as before.

The jailbreak of the six Heavenly Kings brought a profound and massive shock to Boyce. Yet, as one of Spark Prison's wardens, it was his unshirkable duty to fight desperately to block them. Still, he was no fool; he would absolutely never agree to single-handedly duel the six Heavenly Kings.

Therefore, when they arrived, Boyce did not show himself. Instead, he purposely had Amur release yellow smoke to obscure their forms, baiting Tina into a charge in an attempt to assassinate the dark mage with the weakest defensive capabilities first.

No one understood better than they did just how much Tina hated Amur. Consistent with Huey's habits, prioritizing the elimination of mages was likewise Boyce's preferred choice.

Regrettably, he had failed.

Poison Scorpion Amur, the warden of the maximum-security sector. This man possessed a gloomy nature, always preferring to place himself in the shadows even during combat. Compared to Heli and Boyce, who liked to stand in the open and openly confront enemies, Amur preferred to lurk in the dark and release covert arrows, using the dainty, slender stiletto in his hand to pierce directly into an opponent's heart, and then savoring their dying wails.

Moreover, this man’s greatest hobby was to toy with women.

And it was a completely morbid, frenzied torture.

If Pierre's morbid fixation on women was a deformed desire born from long-term deprivation of release, then Amur was an upgraded version of Pierre—it was simply his nature.

Yet he was clearly much luckier than Pierre, for Spark Prison was likewise not lacking in female prisoners.

Gazing at Amur’s ugly visage, the Serpentess Tina’s eyes were almost dripping with blood.

She would never forget the humiliation this bastard had inflicted upon her.

The two wardens of Spark Prison arrayed against the six Heavenly Kings—Boyce had once pinned his hopes on the long-term confinement rendering these fellows' bodies feeble, coupled with the surprise attack by himself and Amur, to resolve the disciplinary sector riot in one fell swoop.

Yet judging by Cleo’s retaliatory display of power, they were by no means as weak as he had imagined. Even Amur, who had been lingering stealthily in the shadows, was forced out of hiding by Tina’s Dark Arrow.

This caused a sense of despair to simultaneously well up in the hearts of both men.

The Gale Wolf, Daniel Ironmonger, licked his dry lips, a ferocious and wicked smile twisting his face: "Boyce, Amur, have you two bastards finally shown yourselves? Then let's settle the battle right here!"

He shrieked harshly and charged forward.

As the only prisoner among the six Heavenly Kings who was not a high-level warrior, the Gale Wolf’s most terrifying trait was not his combat prowess, but his fighting will. This fellow's madness was enough to rival the combined total of everyone present.

Before Huey Gale killed Abulit and Lieuboger, the Lancia Empire's most famous cross-tier assassin was none of other than the Gale Wolf.

Spurred on by the Gale Wolf, all the prisoners simultaneously launched an assault against Boyce and Amur.

"What are you idiots still standing around for? Charge!" Boyce’s hands condensed thunder arcs and electric light once more, turning back to roar furiously.

Amidst the yellow mist, a large contingent of warriors charged out howling, followed from behind by the heavy sound of thudding footsteps—that was the puppet warriors advancing under the urging of the guards.

Two streams of desolate, cold blood-arrows intersected and shot through the air, tracing magnificent colors against the stifling emptiness. In an instant, amidst the sprawling bloody mist, a scorching crimson glare flashed across the grand scene; Huey and Heli had crossed paths.

A trace of fresh blood stained the corner of Huey’s mouth, while a heavy slash had been carved across Heli’s back.

That was when Huey had earlier utilized a spatial passageway created by the Void Slash, attempting to slip behind Heli and deal a fatal blow. But the result was that when his sword struck Heli, it felt like hacking into a colossal, ancient glacier of unmelting ice; it merely shattered the outermost layer of metallic skin, yet Heli's solid muscles stubbornly halted the downward momentum of Huey’s blade, and a backhanded punch nearly struck Huey.

Huey had no time to escape using a spatial passageway and could only dodge desperately. The wind of the fist swept past, striking his lower abdomen like a heavy hammer...

"I must admit, you are the most powerful warrior I have ever seen." Huey felt a massive wave of agony in his abdomen.

If Huey’s attacks were like raging, towering waves—all-pervasive, bizarre, and unfathomable—then Heli was like the reef amid those seas; no matter how ferocious the assault, it could do nothing to him.

On the contrary, during the previous battle, merely the force of the wind generated by Heli's punches was enough to make it difficult for Huey to parry.

He truly found it hard to imagine that, having advanced to a fifth-tier warrior, the disparity in strength between himself and this fellow could still be so vast.

Had he not possessed spatial teleportation abilities, he would likely have died many times over. Yet under Heli’s fierce and violent onslaught, he stood not a sliver of a chance at victory.

"Surrender, Huey Gale!" The Lion King Heli let out a roar like a lion: "Before absolute strength, technique is meaningless!"

"Is that so? Do you truly believe you've won for sure?" Huey sneered in retort.

"What?" Heli startled.

"Idol, why don't you look at what's missing from this battlefield?" Huey fired back at Heli.

The rugged giant paused blankly. He then suddenly recalled that seemingly, ever since the battle began, that undead phantom rat which had appeared earliest was nowhere to be seen.

Where had that thing gone?

Huey smiled mysteriously: "The Undead Phantom Rat was crafted using the bones of the phantom rat Gafni. Unfortunately, that phantom rat's true strength lay in magic rather than close-quarters combat. Therefore, no matter what price I paid, the undead phantom rat I forged fell far short of a real phantom rat in terms of combat capability. To make it stronger, I racked my brains. It wasn't until a few days ago that I found a solution, which was to utilize some special auxiliary spells to restore its innate abilities, achieving twice the result with half the effort."

Heli’s expression shifted slightly.

Undead puppets crafted by alchemists could never surpass their living counterparts in strength, but Huey's words implied that Huey had likely broken through this limitation, allowing his forged undead puppet to exceed its past capabilities.

"What ability did you restore to it?"

Huey replied coldly: "Burrowing."

Following those words, a piercing, shrill shriek suddenly erupted from behind Heli.

A figure abruptly burst forth from the ground behind the detention sector—it was precisely that Undead Phantom Rat. Capitalizing on the opportunity while Heli and and Huey were engaged in combat, it had actually burrowed underground into the detention area and launched a sharp assault from the guards' rear.

At this moment, the Undead Phantom Rat traced a bizarre and desolate arc through the air, pouncing fiercely upon the unprepared guards. Its serrated long tail, coupled with razor-sharp claws and wreathed in crackling electric arcs and fire sparks, resembled the most ferocious mortal weapon, mercilessly tearing and shredding the bodies of the guards, creating a bloody, cruel, and frenzied slaughter in the rear.

"Bastard!" Heli roared in fury.

Only now did he understand why Huey Gale had proposed a duel to him; it was because Huey wanted to pin him down, leaving him no time to notice the phantom rat's movements. Only thus could the phantom rat successfully pass underground through the detention sector and launch an attack from the rear. Moreover, with his presence here, the guards could not casually deploy magic cannons to attack him.

He was effectively serving as a cover for Huey through his duel with him.

Guards lacking Heli’s protection were simply no match for the Undead Phantom Rat, and with no one operating them, the magic cannons were rendered utterly useless waste.

Of course, to neutralize the magic cannons, Huey himself had also taken a gamble, utilizing only the Adamantine Puppet to cooperate with him in fighting Heli.

This made his battle exceptionally grueling.

Though useful, the Adamantine Puppet was ultimately not as nimble as the Undead Phantom Rat in terms of capability. Back then, Huey had deployed all his pets and magic dolls simultaneously to defeat Lieuboger, but now, he had to rely solely on the Adamantine Puppet to slug it out in direct physical combat against an Earth Warrior whose individual combat prowess far surpassed a sixth-tier mage.

Had Buckler not reminded him that, as an alchemist, one must be able to wield alchemy anywhere and at any time—enabling him to promptly craft items like the Wall of Crystal—he likely wouldn't even have survived the opening round of attacks.

Even so, in his duel with Heli, he had repeatedly brushed past death's door.

Yet now, it was all in the past. With the Undead Phantom Rat's assault, the guards stationed beside the magic cannons dwindled one by one. They didn't even have time to load crystal stones or initiate startup preparations.

"You despicable wretch!" Heli roared, attempting to rush back to the rescue.

"Your battle with me is not over yet!" How could Huey possibly give his opponent a chance to turn back for reinforcements? Five Adamantine Puppets simultaneously charged toward the Earth Warrior.

"Damn it, you broke the rules of a duel!" Heli bellowed frantically.

"This is war, not a duel!" Huey sneered as he chanted an incantation: "Oh spirits of the atmospheric winds, heed my summons, and visit severe punishment upon the irreverent..."

The air reverberated with the ethereal lightness of wind, and an exquisitely beautiful wind sprite gradually manifested in mid-air.

The wind sprite enveloped Huey within a mist of swirling dust and fog, lifting his body off the ground. From within the hurricane came a cruel, deep voice:

"The true duel is only just beginning, Lord Heli! Sink into the sea of desires, awaken when all things fall silent, the will of nothingness commands everything... Lost Dance!"

A soul-magic energy impact flew silently and invisibly toward Heli.

At this very moment, having weathered hardships and perils, Huey had found the method to defeat this terrifying powerhouse possessing absolute strength...

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