Pillar of Yita

He had finally arrived.

As long as he reached that place, there was still a chance for salvage.

The ground rumbled faintly, clearly enough that even the people outside the screen noticed the shaking images, they held their breath watching the scene, they evidently also noticed the far end of the screen, that special area.

It wasn’t far now, although the Dragon’s Claw minions continued to surge from all directions, they watched as Fang Hong summoned an Energy Angel, cutting through a bloody path, the boy and girl leaned on each other, fighting side by side.

At every critical moment, the golden Clockwork Fairy would blast open a path, they constantly diverted the attention of the Dragon’s Claw minions, inching closer to the cluster of pyramids.

The distance was closing in.

And Fang Hong also felt that he didn’t have many Fire Giants left in his hand.

He was so exhausted he gasped for air, the Magic Guided Reactor also operating on overload, the Ether Conduit glowing fiercely, the copper pieces’ cooling capability couldn’t keep up with the rate of heat generated, touching them felt scalding hot. The last time Fang Hong replaced the Magic Storage Crystal, he nearly burned his hand.

His right hand and shoulder, along with a part of his neck, finally showed silver patterns. In Eteliria, using Magic Power excessively in a short period would result in such erosion patterns, though not permanent damage, but now every time he gathered Magic Power, it would lead to a decrease in life force.

He had no choice but to rely on continually taking medicine to maintain his combat abilities, but even so, the number of potions at hand was dwindling.

Everyone could see Fang Hong’s condition deteriorating, their hearts rose in their chests, but there was silence across the square, no whispers— even the Blind Man could see that this big boy was giving it his all.

Hilveld helped him up, looking ahead: ”It’s just ahead, Lord Captain.”

Before it was Fang Hong supporting Hilveld, but now it had reversed, or perhaps they were actually relying on each other.

Fang Hong lifted his head, and indeed, he saw the massive cluster of pyramids appearing before him, but at this moment, a group of his old foes was walking out from inside the pyramid—those Invokers dressed in red cloaks, leisurely watching them.

”Ha, Prophet Kopan wasn’t wrong.”

The leader of the Jiefulite Red Cloak Team spoke.

”You did come after all.”

The person grinned: ”You must have thought that no one had anticipated it, your plan was seamless, fooling us all? But in fact, it was that woman who deliberately gave you the coordinates, let me guess, are you surprised now?”

Fang Hong wasn’t surprised at all, he just felt tired, he only shook his head slightly, then rasped:

”Get lost—”

The members of the Jiefulite Red Cloak Team were briefly stunned, then looked at him with incredulous expressions, as if they thought they had just heard the funniest joke of their lives, and they began to laugh uproariously.

This laughter, amidst the thunderous underground, seemed somewhat out of place.

In the emergency command center, the person in charge of BBK had just pushed the door and entered, his face an iron shade of green as he watched this scene.

”Please sit.”

Ambassador Liao, however, seemed calm and composed, gesturing to him.

Not far away, inside the screen, Fang Hong was slowly raising his head, his eyes flickering with the same silver light he shared with Miss Tata, he coldly looked at these people, saying:

”If you won’t get lost, then go die.”

His tone was so icy that everyone was slightly taken aback.

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