Chapter 31: Don't Stop Me, I Can Turn This Around

Wu Ziyi’s words caused the expressions of everyone present to shift simultaneously.

Immediately following, a fierce and violent aura of death erupted from the Fallen Witch.

Several black-robed deacons standing nearby suddenly let out muffled roars. In the next instant, their bodies seemed to be consumed by invisible flames, transforming within a heartbeat into blinding beams of light that surged into the Fallen Witch.

Once the sacrifice began, it triggered a chain reaction. Dozens of black-robed deacons in the vicinity dissolved simultaneously, turning into streams of light.

The Fallen Witch’s body acted like a magnetic field, continuously drawing in the sacrificed deacons. Her frame expanded rapidly, and her withered, sunken flesh became plump and vibrant before everyone's eyes, as if nourished by life itself.

At the same time, her health bar stopped plummeting and began to recover at a rapid pace—thirty thousand, forty thousand, fifty thousand...

The rate of recovery was unbelievably fast.

And this was still within the Deep Dream; had there been continuous damage from skills, she likely would have recovered even more.

"Ah—!"

The Fallen Witch let out a piercing shriek. Endless power of death emanated from her body, condensing into countless skeletal wraiths that frantically assaulted the barriers of the dream.

Boom!

The Deep Dream began to tremble violently, falling into disarray.

The Nightmare Lord shuddered, the black mist swirling around it scattering in chaos, as if it had been struck by a powerful impact.

Fury surged within it. Just as it prepared to counterattack, a wave of weakness suddenly rose from within its body, growing increasingly intense.

Time was up!

The effect of the Necrotic Spell Orb only lasted for one minute!

The Nightmare Lord’s total attributes plummeted abruptly, and its strength began to drain away. In the blink of an eye, its form shrank back to its normal size.

Then, with a crisp snap, the "Deep Dream" that had imprisoned the Fallen Witch shattered like a bubble.

The Fallen Witch was free!

In her sacrificial state, wrapped in turbulent death energy, she devoured the sacrificial light from the black-robed deacons, causing her health recovery speed to skyrocket.

Above the altar, vast swathes of black clouds churned and rolled as a storm raged.

The Fallen Witch waved her hand, and a heart-stopping aura of death swept outward from her as the epicenter. The power of death condensed into countless deformed tentacles, spreading and lashing out wildly.

The Nightmare Lord flashed, appearing beside Gu Chen and pulling him into the dream to dodge the overwhelming black mist tentacles.

The Vampire Overlord, seeing this, retreated at high speed, but was a step too slow, and was struck by a massive black mist tentacle.

Boom!

Its body was sent flying back like a cannonball. Its flesh seemed to corrode upon contact, instantly revealing bone-white skeletal remains.

Eight thousand!

Just from being struck by a single black mist tentacle, the Vampire Overlord’s health dropped by over eight thousand.

Its health bar had suddenly emptied by nearly 60%!

If it took another hit like that, it would undoubtedly be dead beyond any doubt.

Seeing this, the four people on the perimeter were filled with despair.

They had watched the final boss reach a near-death state, only for it to unleash a monstrous skill like Sacrifice—not only did its health skyrocket, but its combat power became terrifyingly potent.

A single black mist tentacle dealt over eight thousand damage; how could they possibly fight this?

"Even the Vampire Overlord was reduced to critical health in one blow, and the Nightmare Lord has lost the buff from the Necrotic Spell Orb. How can the final boss in its sacrificial state be this terrifying? Who could possibly beat this?"

At this moment, Wu Ziyi’s resolve began to waver.

He felt fortunate that he hadn't entered combat, meaning he could leave at any time.

However, he did not immediately activate his teleportation scroll; after all, the situation hadn't reached the final point yet.

"Don't say that. Actually, from start to finish, it has only been Gu Chen fighting the boss. For a Summoner to hold on this long is already quite remarkable," Lin Qingqing said, though a flicker of unwillingness crossed her eyes.

Hell-level!

This was a Hell-level novice dungeon, and to date, no one had ever successfully cleared it!

They had watched as the final boss was brought to the brink of death, only for it to become unbeatable.

Lin Qingqing sighed, her expression bitter.

Su Ran stood to the side, silent, but a sense of disappointment clearly manifested in her expression.

To join this team, she and Lin Qingqing had taken out loans of two hundred thousand.

They had hoped that by obtaining the first-clear reward and an SSS-rank evaluation, they would successfully secure admission to a prestigious higher academy. Now, it seemed, all of that had turned into bubbles.

The Fallen Witch had entered her sacrificial state, her health and combat power surging to their peak.

The Vampire Overlord, reduced to critical health, dared not approach again.

The Nightmare Lord had maintained the Deep Dream for too long while its attributes were doubled, and its energy was nearly exhausted.

As for the vampire descendants, they had long since been wiped out.

At this point, Gu Chen’s defeat was sealed; there was no possibility of a comeback.

"We are just one final push away! No, I’m going to help old Gu!"

Lin Yuan shouted, drawing his longsword and rushing out directly.

"Come back! Are you trying to get yourself killed?" Wu Ziyi grabbed Lin Yuan.

"Don't stop me, I can turn the tide!" Lin Yuan roared.

"Turn the tide? You? Can you kill a black-robed deacon or the Fallen Witch? You’re just going up there to hand over your head!"

Earlier, outside the altar, it had taken all four of them working together to kill just one black-robed deacon.

And now, Lin Yuan wanted to turn the tide by himself?

What a joke!

"I don't care! My brother is out there!" Lin Yuan shouted.

"It’s precisely because he is out there that he bought us a chance!" Wu Ziyi’s expression was graver than ever.

Gu Chen was in combat status; as long as he couldn't evade the boss's attacks, he couldn't use a teleportation scroll.

But they, the "actors," had never entered combat from the start, meaning they could all use their teleportation scrolls to leave.

"If you rush in, you’ll enter combat status and won't be able to use your teleportation scroll to leave."

"Lin Yuan, do you want to die?"

"No." Lin Yuan turned his head back. "But I don't fucking have a teleportation scroll!"

"..."

Lin Yuan gave a smirk, the mockery in his eyes replaced by a spark of determination, and he charged forward with his sword raised, as if he really could turn the tide.

Just as he said, his brother was out there.

"Crazy!"

"Damn it!"

Wu Ziyi looked frantic, gritting his teeth as he roared, "You’re going to die! You’re going to die!"

However, in the next moment, he noticed Lin Qingqing holding her war sword, a blatant fighting spirit erupting in her eyes.

Wu Ziyi frowned slightly. "Are you going to die too?"

Lin Qingqing grabbed a black iron shield. "Die? What if we actually can turn the tide?"

"People will die! You’re really not turning back?"

Lin Qingqing tilted her head and offered a faint smile. "Actually, I don't have a teleportation scroll either."

Having said that, she hefted her sword and shield, charging forward without a second thought.

Wu Ziyi’s expression became complex; he even thought he might be hallucinating.

These few people actually thought they could turn the tide against the final boss of a Hell-level dungeon?

They couldn't be serious!

Sighing, he looked at Su Ran nearby. "Are you leaving? I have two teleportation scrolls, I can lend you one."

A flash of light appeared in Su Ran’s hand. "Coincidentally, I have two teleportation scrolls as well."

Two scrolls were revealed—one was hers, and the other was Lin Qingqing’s.

Wu Ziyi was stunned, subconsciously glancing at Lin Qingqing’s departing back.

No, this... what for?

They had teleportation scrolls but wouldn't use them, choosing instead to go up and die?

Su Ran said nothing more, tucking the teleportation scrolls into her personal space before drawing an assassin’s short blade.

At the same time, her figure gradually faded, entering a state of stealth.

A breeze brushed past, and Su Ran chased after Lin Qingqing.

Wu Ziyi was completely losing his mind.

Lunatics!

These people were all lunatics!

One after another, they were rushing to their deaths!

Are they insane?

"Damn it! Damn it! You really are determined to die, aren't you?"

"I want to live!"

"Only by living can one become the strongest professional!"

Wu Ziyi shouted in the direction they had left, desperately venting the frustration in his heart.

"Live!"

Having shouted the final word, he seemed to have exhausted all his strength, collapsing onto the ground.

He took out his teleportation scroll and activated it.

Without hesitation, he left the dungeon.