Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon? Chapter 1049 684: Faded (Double Release)

The destructive white light erupted once again on the Sobbing Dunes, but this ti it didn't hit Latan at all, because he was drawn away by the Faded, leaving the area in an instant before the explosion occurred.

Instead, the magicians who were diligently preparing the Super Forbidden Curse were caught in the crossfire. First, their Magic Shield was broken by Latan, then they were blown away by the Super Forbidden Curse, turning into teors on the horizon.

As a result, the warriors lying immobile on the ground ended up entering the final circle, becoming the group that survived the longest.

No longer paying attention to the unfortunate magicians, the warriors now focused entirely on Latan and the Faded, or more precisely, on the Combat Skills and Magic they were using.

Every ti a new Combat Skill or Magic appeared, they shouted its na loudly, the atmosphere for discussion wildly enthusiastic, making one might think they were on a spring outing.

"[Storm Blade]! [Frozen Frost Step]! [Phantom Spear]! [Spin]! [Thunder Sheep Ball]!"

"[Radiant Sword Round Formation]! [Summoning Vengeful Spirits]! [Dragon Prayer]!"

The moves used by the Faded were all full of intensity, and now the warriors had completely beco unfeeling machines announcing the nas of techniques.

This was a celebration of martial artists, seeing their familiar techniques exquisitely executed was the ultimate enjoynt for them.

Moreover, it truly provided inspiration for the soul.

A feast, an absolute feast!

Even though the warriors were being reduced in numbers due to being affected by the attacks, they were still eagerly watching the battle over there.

So felt their bodies slightly recovered so strength, so they picked up their weapons and rejoined the battlefield. Though the result was inevitably death, Latan would instead strike a few more blows for them, rather than ignoring their challenge, waiting for them to be killed by the aftershock.

Gradually, everyone got up from the ground, whether they could only walk on two legs or slightly lift a weapon, anyone who could still move was drawn to the battle over there, continually advancing toward the center of the battle.

Sain Dungeon could feel that the spiritual power these people emitted seed even stronger than before!

However.

The feast would ultimately have its ending mont, and for the people in the dungeon, their annihilation marked the end.

Now, only a few people remained alive, even many of the photographers had perished, leaving only a double-digit number of survivors.

No matter what, they wanted to keep their lives to witness the Faded's victory.

"I seem to, understand now..."

Lanle, bisected and lying on the ground, clung to his last breath, weakly murmuring to himself:

"This battle, from the mont we managed to block the teor, we had already won..."

Did the Faded appear after the teor to have people get back up and fight with him?

He felt not, because in such an intense battle, people rushing in would be like mayflies shaking a big tree, and would ultimately vanish without a trace.

Just like how the Fran Undead Team enters the Ember King state, even if adventurers are killed, they can obtain the Wolf Blood Soul. Perhaps in battles of this magnitude, Sain Dungeon doesn't want the adventurers to achieve outright victory, but rather desires them to strive and fight to their utmost limits.

Blocking the deadly teor represented that the challengers had already proven their worthiness and were eligible for rewards.

And now with the appearance of the Faded, rather than a helper in battle, it was more of an existence helping to fulfill dreams.

Lanle strained to open his eyes wide, because he saw Latan already panting heavily, and the Faded was launching his concluding attack.

Before seeing the end, he absolutely did not want to lose consciousness here!

The battle was not long, continuing until Latan ascended into the sky once more with his heavily wounded body.

The Faded raised the Magic Wand high, the Deep Blue Sword Blade ford from the gathered Magic Power, with a trendous infusion of Magic Power, the sword blade beca increasingly exaggerated, swelling, swelling, finally shooting straight into Skyrim.

teors enveloped in rolling fire descended from the sky, the Faded delivering the final attack towards the teor.

The last [Great Calia]!

The familiar exploding flas appeared on the dunes, but the power was significantly weaker, Lanle's half-body was blown away.

In mid-air, he saw the flas and thick smoke gradually dissipate, and within that vanishing light, revealed.

Was that giant body turning into dust, drifting away with the breeze.

The Legend of Shattered Star was able to return to the Golden Tree at that mont, the stars in the sky were revolving, a teor streaked across the horizon.

"It worked..."

Before he finished speaking, Lanle heavily fell to the ground, on the verge of death and now so severely injured, he could no longer maintain consciousness.

Before closing his eyes, he clearly felt the ground beneath him trembling, as if this land was enduring countless collisions from the beyond.

In his final monts, he wanted to look at the sky of the Sobbing Dunes once more, only to find the surrounding crimson was gone, replaced by...

The dazzling teors scattered across the sky.

This ti, it was truly the stars falling before his eyes.