CHAPTER 190: CHAPTER 151: FALLING MOON

Forum posts have recorded the statistics: excluding the time spent at Level 30, from Level 0 to Level 30, the average number of dungeons players need to go through is one hundred and twenty, and the median is one hundred and forty-five.

Notably, being able to survive to Level 30 already makes one an outstanding player in the Abyssal Game, as ninety percent of players can’t reach Level 30 before dying.

For now, I’m still too weak, and if you’re weak, you need more practice.

Wu Chang sighed. At this rate, he’ll need to go through at least four or five more dungeons before he can openly confront players like Fire Master.

Are the game administrators watching? Look closely, it takes ten dungeons to match Fire Master’s seventy or eighty. With such a small gap, how can you say he’s cheating?

Perhaps sensing Wu Chang’s thoughts, Fire Master beneath the sea couldn’t hold back anymore.

From the spot where Fire Master fell into the water, countless bubbles rose as if boiling, soon followed by a void formed in the seawater, and Fire Master, enveloped in a fire cloud, emerged from the void.

"Few have forced me to use the Saint Form."

Just as Lei Hu can transform into a Thunder Warrior through reincarnation, Fire Master’s reincarnation also grants him a transformation technique, namely, the Saint Form.

Fire Master shook his cloak-like fire cloud, and the flames shot skyward, shattering the clouds above and instantly clearing the weather, temporarily nullifying Wu Chang’s Inner World scene-editing abilities.

Next, Wu Chang focused his attention on the break in the sky, as Fire Master rode a red cloud, appearing before Wu Chang in the blink of an eye. He shook the fire cloud again, and it spread like a glowing red haze, enveloping Wu Chang.

The fire cloud’s coverage was vast, and since Wu Chang was close to Fire Master, he was at the center of the cloud’s range. Even with spatial flicker abilities, he couldn’t escape the skills’ radius in one leap.

With no options left, he could only transform the Golden Throne into Golden Armor, diving into the water like a fish.

"Trying to escape?" Fire Master snorted coldly, and the fire cloud pressed downward, touching the sea’s surface.

Under the fire cloud’s coverage, the sea surface beneath Wu Chang boiled as if being cooked, visibly lowering the sea level of the Golden Country.

The Inner World scene-editing function issued another alert; if the burning continued, in four or five seconds, the scene module forming the sea surface would crash, possibly leading to the collapse of the entire Inner World.

Underwater, Wu Chang looked at the burning sea above again, noting the vast gap between him and top players; with conventional combat methods, there was truly no chance of victory.

Luckily, he never relied on conventional combat methods.

Floating in the air, Fire Master wore a look of satisfaction over avenging a great grudge, feeling this Inner World trembling under his flames.

Once he’s burned through the Inner World, he’ll burn this traitor, those damned undead, and the unfaithful to death in front of all believers!

As he indulged in fantasies of tormenting the traitor to make him hand over the Four-sided Age Fire Lamp once he escaped, he suddenly saw a massive shadow beneath the sea’s surface.

Before he could react, he saw a gigantic fist breaking through the water, striking towards him.

The fist alone was nearly four meters wide; how enormous must the owner of the fist be?

Fire Master had no time to think, recalling the fire cloud before him to form a shield, hoping it could block the punch.

However, the power contained in this punch far exceeded his imagination; the fire cloud was shattered by a single punch, and the force continued unabated, breaking five layers of his flame shield and cracking his B-Level small hand shield before the fist’s momentum stopped.

Fire Master was sent flying upwards by this brutal uppercut, his mind blank as he ascended.

What kind of fist was this? Even a Saint Heir candidate, specialized in the same level’s power, couldn’t deliver such a heavy punch.

The punch bore no technique, just raw numbers.

As his body reached the peak and began to fall, he saw the monstrous creature emerging from the sea.

It was a giant over twenty meters tall, like a Giant Whale, wearing a swimsuit.

The massive size triggered Fire Master’s giant object phobia.

More terrifying than the giant physique was the Sea Giant leaping from the sea, raising an elbow, and shouting towards him:

"Man!"

Soul Light Cathedral, on the upper-level observation deck.

Wu Chang nodded at Erin amidst the undead horde, starting to lose control after Fire Master departed.

Beside him, Erin, no longer able to restrain herself, immediately entered her True Divine Body.

She rose into the air, her golden wings, over ten meters long, extending from her back. As they flapped, they lifted the hood covering her head, revealing a face more perfect than any divine statue.

Even Han’er was seeing Erin’s face for the first time.

At this moment, Han’er was utterly convinced that Wu Chang had recruited a goddess to act alongside him.

Erin clasped her hands, stretching them forward, then spread her arms wide, forming a barrier of concentrated Holy Light on the dividing line created by the Soul Light Cathedral.

The intense Holy Light aura instinctively instilled fear in the undead, forcing them to retreat.

Any undead crossing the line, unable to retreat in time, were instantly purified by the Holy Light barrier into ashes.

Sealing off the undead, Erin cupped her hands over her chest in a prayer position.

Warm light emanated from the Light Wheel atop her head, soothing the faithful from fear and despair.