Don't confiscate my identity as a human race-Chapter 1382 - 839: The Story Ends Upon Seeing Frey_7

"Is this man really that impressive?"

Abigail stared at the map in shock.

"He and Lanci are like the sleeping dragon and the fledgling phoenix, meow."

Cat Boss, seeing the long-awaited simultaneous appearance of Lanci and Frey, felt his sense of relief return completely.

...

Blood mist void.

Tenth Ancestor Marquis Ulysses reclaimed more power from the Blood Eagle and Blood Bear, making it easy to deal with Hyperion in an instant.

"Hahahahaha! Is this all you've got left?"

He laughed joyfully.

Watching the Scorpion Tail Witch, who continued to spit blood yet stubbornly sought an opportunity for a surprise attack, filled him with delight.

This battle posed no threat to him at all.

But for the Scorpion Tail Witch, every passing second meant enduring pain and poison far surpassing the threshold of death.

The way she forced herself to keep going brought him enjoyment greater than watching a circus clown girl.

Initially, he had planned to deal with Miss Duchess in a more artistic manner. But now, he found that tearing apart and destroying this inferior creation was the thing that brought him the most joy.

Suddenly.

The Tenth Ancestor Ulysses froze.

His gaze became hollow.

His consciousness traveled through space to the Blood Snake Summon at the center of the Earth Abyss Palace.

"Wait, what?"

He sensed someone had intruded into the Earth Abyss Palace.

If one followed the endlessly complex pathways of the Earth Abyss, plummeting through its labyrinthine twists and turns, one would reach the depths beneath Blood Moon City.

At the furthest end of the abyss where sunlight never shone stood that eerie yet majestic palace, embedded in the rocky cliffs like a massive gem.

Through the heavy stone gates lay a winding, spiraling staircase—a passage into the unknown.

A male figure charged at astonishing speed into the deepest reaches of the Earth Abyss Palace, arriving before the altar square.

His gaze locked firmly on the pitch-black crystal at the altar's center. Within the crystal was a handsome, graceful black-haired man, imprisoned inside. His face was pale and haggard; he slept but did not wake.

Encircling the altar was an immense, blood-red serpent coiled around it. Its menacing, fearsome scales radiated a terrifying crimson glow, as though it could consume the heavens and devour the earth.

The serpent guarded the black crystal, opposing any who dared to rescue the man within.

"The Withered Saint!"

The Blood Snake spat out Ulysses's words.

"..."

Frey darted forward without hesitation, heading straight for the black crystal. He shrugged off his cumbersome jacket, blocking the serpent's line of sight.

In his hand, he held a transparent, liquid-like Blood Essence. Gathering all his strength, he hurled the essence at the black crystal with ferocity. A booming sound rang out as the essence struck the crystal, triggering a cascade of ripples across its surface. The entire structure quivered violently, rippling with shockwaves, as tiny cracks began to form in the confines of its barrier.

"The Withered Saint! What do you think you're doing!"

The blood-red serpent roared with fury, its scarlet eyes flaring with a savage fire.

It opened its venomous jaw lined with deadly fangs, releasing a howl that reverberated throughout the abyss. Mixed within its roaring cry was a hissing snarl, laden with the toxic breath of blood-fired poison.

The serpent lunged at Frey, its colossal form resembling a moving mountain of blood, charging at him with lightning speed, determined to prevent him from further damaging the crystal.

Frey stood firm, unmoving, waiting for the serpent's assault.

Just as the serpent was mere inches away, Frey leapt upward. The serpent's massive body swept beneath him, barely grazing the tip of his boot as it roared past, crashing into the black crystal with such force that the crystal teetered precariously.

Frey landed on the other side of the altar. Without wasting a second, he focused all his energy on the crystal, his fist raised high. Like an unstoppable thunderbolt, he smashed it against the crystal's surface.

One strike, two strikes, three strikes... Frey's attacks poured down like an unyielding storm, his fists colliding with the crystal in a relentless barrage of deafening impacts.

"The Withered Saint! You worthless scoundrel! You're sneaking an attack on our base!"

The Blood Serpent lunged at Frey once more. This time, knowing he couldn't dodge, Frey deliberately chose not to evade. The serpent's venomous, barbed teeth grazed his back, sinking shallowly into his flesh and causing blood to spill heavily.

But Frey paid no mind; his focus remained solely on his fists as he continued dismantling the black crystal.

The serpent's attacks grew fiercer, repeatedly slamming into Frey. Its sharp scales tore into his skin, its poisoned fangs scratched against his body, leaving him drenched in sprays of blood.

Frey, his violet eyes blazing, seemed impervious to pain. His defiance resembled armored invincibility; Ulysses could harm him but couldn't force him away from the crystal.

「What is Frey doing?」

Lanci asked Abigail.

He hadn't expected the long-lost Frey to reunite with them here.

Yet their teamwork had always been this way—believing in each other as the strongest partners, even without seeing each other, they would inevitably meet at the decisive moment of victory! freewёbnoνel.com

"Frey is stealing their base!"

Abigail clung to Cat Boss as she answered.

"Will he succeed, meow?"

Cat Boss trembled in nervous tension.

He hadn't anticipated the scenario shifting from the stalemate between Heratier and Sigrid, Hyperion and Ulysses, to suddenly revealing Master Thunder's unexpected raid.

「Trust him! Have Hyperion keep Ulysses's main body occupied—don't let Ulysses return!」

Lanci immediately instructed Abigail.

The scene at the Earth Abyss Palace—

Frey was like a perpetually running war machine, rejecting all restraint as he kept hammering away at the black crystal.

His fists bore the power of the Thunder God's gauntlets, mercilessly pounding the crystal.

Each punch unleashed shards and fine spiderweb-like cracks. The high-density Magic Prohibition Crystal wailed under his storm-like physical assault, tottering on the verge of collapse.