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Chapter 571: Chapter 30: Frost and Decay
"Puh!"
A spiritual impact, intensely concentrated and filled with malevolence and decay, shot forth like a viper from the chaotic energy left by the trap’s collapse, piercing fiercely into Anderson’s spirit defenses! This impact was not from the original trap but a backlash from the rule fragments Lynch had guided and concentrated!
"Ugh!" Anderson, caught off guard, let out a muffled groan as his sea of consciousness trembled violently, his vision went dark, and his spirit defenses were instantly torn open! The cursed decaying will began to corrode his resolve like maggots gnawing at the bones!
He was filled with shock and anger, forcibly steadying his mind, increasing the output of Pure White Power to attempt to purify this sudden spiritual attack. However, the moment his power burst forth, the "barb" energy membrane quietly applied by Lynch on the surface of the roots beneath his feet was triggered!
"Tsss!"
An icy Power of Decay, like bone cancer, retaliated up the power channel he used to dismantle the trap, instantly entangling his arm! His arm’s skin turned ashen and withered at a visible speed, as his life essence was extracted frantically!
"Damn it!!" Anderson was terrified to the extreme, frantically urging Pure White Secret Skill to resist. The pure white light fiercely clashed with the dark green decay on his arm, emitting sizzling corrosion sounds with excruciating pain!
Even more terrifying, the intense fluctuations of his spiritual power seemed to trigger some barely noticeable "resonance point"!
"Buzz——!"
The root stair beneath his feet shook violently! A Power of Decay rule, several times stronger than the trap itself, exploded unexpectedly, enveloping him like an invisible force field! This power, carrying a strong "accelerated decay" trait, crazily impacted his protective secret skill and physical body!
"Puh!" Anderson couldn’t hold back any longer, spitting out a mouthful of dark red blood carrying a decayed scent, stumbling back a step, his aura suddenly wilting significantly, his complexion turning to the ashen extreme, eyes full of unbelievable horror and venom!
He lifted his head with difficulty, looking towards the figure of Lynch that had long disappeared into the darkness above, his teeth almost grinding to pieces.
This is not an attack! This is completely a trap on the level of rules! It’s that damn Saphiro who left this "gift" after dismantling the trap! He utilized the rules! Utilized the mechanism of this stairway itself!
"Saphiro!!!"
Anderson let out a silent roar in his heart, his venomous hatred almost becoming tangible. Yet, he dared not stay even a moment, having to immediately concentrate all his strength to suppress the decay backlash and rule impact within, or else not only would he be unable to continue climbing, he would be swallowed by the stairway immediately!
...
The darkness of the decaying stairway is a common tomb of time and space. Lynch’s figure ascended steadily within it, like a gray blade cutting through chaos.
Anderson’s feeble aura, filled with venom, had long been left behind, disappearing at the edge of the perception field.
Lynch was indifferent to this, his whole mind focused on analyzing the traps underfoot on each staircase and delving deeper into the understanding of decaying rules.
Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, several months had passed again.
[Decaying Domain Skill Level +8]
On the long, lonely stairway, everything was silent, with only the system’s prompts echoing in Lynch’s ear.
The skill level of the Decaying Domain at Level 7 was steadily growing, with the Time Wheel’s phantom in his spiritual core becoming more solid, creating slight yet clear time ripples with each rotation, with the cultivation progress quietly approaching eighty percent.
That day, as he had just finished analyzing another part of the staircase, a somewhat familiar spiritual power fluctuation suddenly came from ahead.
Lynch raised his head to look at the staircase ahead, seeing a certain spot on the stairway where azure brilliance faintly appeared, with a cold aura mixed with wind and snow rolling down, seemingly lowering the surrounding air temperature.
His gaze crossed the long stairway, soon seeing a figure within that blue light—
Frost Witch Kalsa.
"Hmm?"
At this moment, Witch Kalsa’s situation didn’t seem too good, as she was trapped on a wildly wriggling root step!
The Frost Power around her, which should have been pure and sharp, now appeared extremely dim and chaotic. A thick, proliferating, dark-green decayed moss spread like a living creature over her condensed ice shield, giving off a "zzz" sound that made one’s teeth ache.
The ice shield’s surface was filled with cobweb-like cracks, with the cold aura being polluted, showing a sickly gray-green hue.
Kalsa’s face was as pale as paper, her forehead covered in cold sweat, her lips tightly pressed, even seeping a trace of dark red blood.
Her hands continually formed seals, trying to use the Frost Secret Skill to freeze the roots beneath that were madly extracting her life essence, and to purify the decayed moss attached to her shield. However, her every effort seemed like a cow vanishing into the sea.
The traps on that stair step were exceedingly powerful and bizarre, not merely "life extraction" but more like a "corruption assimilation" domain! It not only drew out life essence but also twisted and polluted the invader’s power traits, transforming them into a part of its own power of decay!
Kalsa’s Frost Power, with its traits of "freezing" and "purification," was instead becoming a nourishing bed for the corruption at this moment. The more she resisted, the faster the corrupt moss spread, and the extraction of life force became increasingly terrifying!
The Ice Arrows she shot into the roots were instantly covered by dark green and transformed into decayed ice shards; attempting to freeze the corrupt moss, the ice layers rapidly spawned more dark green veins inside; trying to forcibly dispel it, her spiritual power was countered by the chaos and decay will within the trap, backfiring on herself.
"Puh!"
Another mouthful of blood spewed out, landing on the ice shield, quickly absorbed by the corrupt moss, which seemed to expand further. Kalsa’s aura visibly dwindled, her eyes filled with despair and unwillingness. She felt like an insect trapped in amber, the more she struggled, the faster she was devoured.
If this continued, it wouldn’t take minutes before her frost shield completely collapsed, her body and soul assimilated by this horrifying decay domain, becoming nourishment for the stairway!
In this urgent moment.
With a "Whoosh!",
a figure instantly appeared above the step where Kalsa was trapped.
Several large clock phantoms silently emerged around Kalsa, accompanied by the ticking sound of time turning, twisting the surroundings instantly.
Lynch raised his right hand, his fingertips showing no dazzling light, only countless streams of "data" that were invisible to the naked eye, constructed from pure spiritual power and a comprehension of decay rules, pouring down! These streams pierced accurately into the trap’s critical nodes.
There was no earth-shattering explosion, only a silent clash on the level of rules.
The "pump" that was frantically extracting Kalsa’s life force stalled for a moment. The "twisted rule point" polluting her Frost Power was struck by a counter-entropy stream, causing a temporary disruption in structure.
The proliferating corrupt moss on the ice shield had its energy flow cleverly guided by Lynch, forming a briefly self-contained internal loop, halting its external erosion and absorption, even starting to "bloat" and stagnate like suffering from indigestion.
This momentary "jam" and "disruption," although less than a second, was akin to a drowning person grabbing onto a piece of driftwood for the nearly hopeless Kalsa!
"Now! Cut off the spiritual resonance, defend with all your might internally!" Lynch’s voice echoed directly in Kalsa’s spiritual core, like a thunderclap that instantly dispelled part of her despair and chaos.
Kalsa, deserving of being a Mystical Wizard, exploded with her last strength, driven by her survival instincts and timing sense! She forcibly severed the passive resonance link of the Frost Secret Skill with the trap beneath, and recklessly shrank and condensed all her remaining power, firmly safeguarding her core spirit and life essence!
At the moment her power receded—
Lynch’s finger discharged the last "data stream," precisely targeting the core twisted point that had been briefly disturbed!
"Pop!"
A barely audible soft sound, like a soap bubble bursting.
The "pump" that was frantically drawing Kalsa’s life force, instantly lost its backbone and shattered! The spreading dark green moss withered and fell as if it had lost its activity. The proliferating roots beneath her feet settled down, leaving only the intrinsic decay aura behind.