Chapter 417: Underground Palace

Just after dropping into the unfathomably deep underground hole, Yang Ling felt that something was not right. Just as he was getting ready to use the Earth Evasion Spell to teleport out, unexpectedly, the detestable Pharaoh King not only did not loosen his grip, but he gripped him even more tightly, like he wanted Yang Ling to perish together with him. Kicking and hitting him, and even tearing his throat open with his teeth were to no avail. Yang Ling just could not get rid of him. The other party’s hands were like metal pincers, holding his neck in a death grip.

Was this fellow a human or a ghost?

The bone of the Pharaoh King’s throat has been broken, his testicles had been cracked open, and that with the injuries all over his body, the Pharaoh King was still able to strangle him tightly and not let go. His had more strength than the Dark Dragon King. Seeing that, Yang Ling wondered if this long-dead for a thousand years, but resurrected Pharaoh King was human or ghost. The Pharaoh King had such serious injuries but he is not dead yet. That’s really uncanny!

Yang Ling might be surprised, but he did not know that the Pharaoh King Mobli, who actually only had a bit of life left in him, was more surprised than Yang Ling, and had endless grievances to complain.

The ring on his index finger was no ordinary ring. It was the Ring of the Earth, and so-called the Divine Weapon of strongest defense. According to legend, it was left behind by a top Expert from an Alternate Dimension after he fell into the Graveyard of Deities and Demons. The first Pharaoh King risked his life to bring it back form the Graveyard of Deities and Demons. After generations of Pharaoh Kings had explored the ring, they found that they only needed to expand part of their Magical Energy to cast the astonishing Holy Land Armor, and could even boost his defenses with Ground Guardian.

The Holy Land Armor could form into a light yellow glow, defending against the enemy’s magical and physical attacks, like a shield. The more Magical Energy one had, the bigger the range and the longer the time of its protection. Not only could it give caster an increased layer of protection, it could also protect the people around the caster. It was powerful beyond compare.

The power of the Holy Land Armor was astonishing, but compared to the Ground Guardian, it was extremely different.

With the Ground Guardian, not only would it cause the caster to be extremely strong, his body would also be hardened to an unbelievable state. No matter how matter how hard one got hit, he would be able to live as long as his Magical Energy had not been exhausted. Only by relying on the Ring of the Earth, then the previous Pharaoh Kings had the ability go into the Graveyard of the Deities and Demons to look for what they needed. The only disadvantage was that it needed huge amounts of Magical Energy to sustain. The harder the hit, the more Magical Energy would be used, and the time it would be able to be used would be shortened.

Moreover, according the note left behind by the first Pharaoh King, only Divine Level Experts had the ability to use the Ring of the Earth. If one used it forcefully without having enough power and capability, not only be the time of usage be limited, but there would also be serious side effects. Within a few months, one’s limbs would go numb, even paralyzed. It definitely could not be used without serious consideration, and only at critical moments.

The Ancient Wizard was a fellow who could control souls. The Pharaoh King Mobli understood that to his clan that was in deep sleep, this fellow Yang Ling was more terrifying than the Divine Level Expert Brent. So, he kept casting the Ground Guardian to deal with Yang Ling, regardless of consequences. He was going to strangle Yang Ling to death, but he did not expect it to be like strangling a metal pole, there was not much effect even after strangling him for a long time. On the contrary, he suffered wave after higher waves of counterattacks by Yang Ling!

鼻梁骨被砸断,眼珠差点爆裂;喉骨被捏断,气管都被咬破;内脏如受锤击,甚至,命根子也被狠狠地顶破…..

His nose bridge was smashed and broken, his eyeballs nearly burst, his throat bones were twisted till broken, his windpipe were bitten through, his internal organs fet like it was hit by a hammer, even his penis was ruthlessly hit till it tore…

Under Yang Ling’s stormy attacks, the Pharaoh King Mobli was in so much pain that his body tremored in waves. He was in such agony that he might as well be dead. The Ground Guardian might have helped him to block most of that attacks, but was unable to help him to get rid of the bone deep and agonizing pain. Yang Ling was simply too strong, and even more terrifying than the legendary Giant Dragon. One punch was all it took to let someone be in agonizing pain!

The black cave was unfathomably deep. The speed at which the two of them fell got faster and faster. Yang Ling also got more and more anxious. If he still could not get rid of the detestable Pharaoh King, he feared that even if did not get strangled to death, he would also fall to his death!

Faced with the threat to his life, Yang Ling thoroughly exploded.

He landed a punch with his right fist, right onto the Pharaoh King’s chest. One punch, two punches… He smashed a bloody hole in the other party’s chest. He then put his hand inside to tug, pull and smash, wanting to give the bitterly holding on Pharaoh King, a taste of what it really meant to be better off dead!

The Ground Guardian might be astonishingly powerful, but it needed large amounts of Magical Energy. If he had a large amount of Magical Energy to support him, the Pharaoh King naturally would not have been worried about Yang Ling being able to break through his bodily defenses. Unfortunately he had used up a large amount of Magical Energy in the process of resurrection. After that, while activating that Teleportation Portal, he had also used up quite a bit of magical Energy. Without enough Magical Energy as support, the effect of the Ground Guardian was greatly reduced. So under Yang Ling’s storm-like attacks, he was reduced to feeling like he would be better off dead.

The speed of the two of them falling got faster and faster. After an unknown period of time, Yang Ling’s eyes brightened. He had finally seen the hard floor. Unfortunately, even though the Pharaoh King was dazed and confused from his serious injuries, and was at the brink of breaking down, his hands were still holding on tightly onto Yang Ling’s neck. The Pharaoh King’s hands were harder than Star Metal. They would not move no matter how hard it was tugged and it was not crushed no matter how hard it was smashed. The hands were harder than the chest and skull It was as if the Pharaoh King’s entire physical strength and energy were focused onto his two hands.

Hmph, I don’t believe I won’t be able to crush this fellow to death this time round!

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Seeing that he was getting closer and closer to the ground, Yang Ling suddenly thought of an idea while in a panic, and forcefully put the Pharaoh King’s body beneath him so the Pharaoh King could be Yang Ling’s air mattress and break his fall.

Bang…

After a dull thud, the two of them smashed hard against the hard surface of the ground. Yang Ling was jolted into seeing stars and felt the blood rushing to his head. The Pharaoh King who was crushed beneath him, was in an even worse state. He was almost flattened into a meat pancake and was a horrible sight to bear. His remaining Magical Energy was no longer enough to sustain the Ground Guardian, and his arms became weaker and weaker.

The ground was very hard and was paved with tile after tile of hard stone slabs. If the third level of the Tomb was a basketball court, then the position they were in now was the size of an extremely large golf course. There were many valuables like shiny gems and crystals on the left side. There were even many transparent Crystal coffins, with life like corpses lying inside each one. On the right, was a ridiculously humongous flying Magical Beast, laying on the ground, unmoving. There was no soul waves or aura coming from it. In that instant, Yang Ling did not know if it was a fellow long dead for many years, or a very life-like stone sculpture.

Could it be, that this crypt deep underground was the real Underground Tomb?

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In shock, Yang Ling felt his brain, which had been jolted into drowsiness, suddenly awake. He keenly felt that the Pharaoh King’s hands, which were tightly locked around his neck, start to become weaker and weaker. In joy, he forcefully started to pry apart the other party’s fingers bit by bit,

“Hmph, go to hell!” After struggling to take a breath, Yang Ling coldly snorted, and broke the other party’s finger bones one by one with cracking sounds. He then stood up and lightly rubbed his bruised neck.

“Death, to… To a Pharaoh King, it’s nothing to fear!” Maybe, it was the pain from getting his finger bones broken, maybe it was the momentary consciousness just before death, but the Pharaoh King, who was smashed beyond recognition, actually had a last breath of life left. “Even if I’m dead, you would not be able to leave, hahaha!”

“Hehe, even if we were to die, at least you’ll die first!” Looking at the Pharaoh King smashed beyond recognition, Yang Ling smiled coldly. “If I can teleport onto your back for a sneak attack, I naturally have a way to teleport out of here. Of course, since you are so welcoming and generous in inviting me to the rea Underground Tomb here, it would be rude of me to reject your good intentions and not to bring something away with me!”

“You… What do you think you’re doing?” Looking at the cold glint flashing in Yang Ling’s eyes, the Pharaoh King, who was momentarily fully conscious before death, felt a jolt in his heart, and realized he had made a huge mistake. At first he thought that he could cast the Ground Guardian, and strangle this Ancient Wizard Yang Ling to death and end this threat once and for all. He did not expect them to accidentally fall into the cave in the struggle, and even more so, he did not expect the other party to survive a fall from such height, and even come out unscathed. He had invited disaster into his home!

The Ancient Wizard was the so-called controller of souls. If he died, who would be there to stop Yang Ling from destroying the Underground Tomb, and what could he do to rescue his sleeping clansmen?

After realizing that he had made a big mistake, the Pharaoh King was unable to die in peace. “My Lord, if you can let my sleeping clansmen off, I can give you all the fotunes of the Thebes Empire, and tell you the way out. I can give you whatever you need…”

“Hehe, wrong Lord Mobli, you’re wrong!” Looking at the Pharaoh King who only knew to beg for mercy at this point, and looking at the Teleportation Portal crumpled in his hand, Yang Ling smiled coldly. “What’s yours is mine. All these around us is mine, including the secrets in your mind. I have a way to get what I need, without needing you to tell me!”

After confirming that the Pharaoh King was close to death and had only one breath of life left, Yang Ling at cross-legged on he ground beside him without hesitation, and slowly stretched out his right hand. He was preparing to tamper his soul, and retrieve his memories. By then, he naturally would understand how to find his way out and the real secret behind the Underground Tomb.

“No…”

Hearing the Elegy sounding from within the crypt, and feeling a chill creep in from his brain, the Pharaoh King Mobli struggled with all his strength, intending to make a last ditch attempt at countering. Unfortunately, the bones within his body were almost all smashed or snapped by Yang Ling, and his Magical Energy had been exhausted. He tried everything he could, but was unable to even stand up, and was even unable to cast a small fireball. He felt his consciousness fading, and his body getting colder and colder…

“The Undead that should not have risen, now rest in peace!” Looking at the Pharaoh King whose soul was about to fade away, Yang Ling made a last hand signal, and quickly tampered his soul.

Although he did not feel any signs of life or the energy pulses of souls, he did not know why, but he kept having this ominous feeling in his heart, as if something horrible was about to happen. The pagoda-shaped mark between his brows was lightly pulsing, and getting hotter and hotter.

This Underground Tomb was really too strange. Nobody could guarantee there would not be another fellow who would jump out. Looking at the transparent coffins at a distance, his hairs stood on their ends. If every one of them were as wicked and difficult to handle like the Pharaoh King, he would not be able to take the torture no matter how powerful he was.