Devil's Bible

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Within the mass of flesh, there was an extremely obvious spiritual force struggling, roaring, and then dying.

With a flick of his sword, Nemus saw another, larger, fleshy monster fleeing down another passage.

Just as Nemus was about to give chase, some sobbing sounds came from behind in the previously peaceful passage.

Then Nems realized that it wasn't crying, but the sound of the wind.

"The jets came ahead of schedule?" Nems narrowed his eyes.

He made a point of checking the time when he came down.

Although there were no external reference points such as the sun in the passage, Nemus had carefully observed the water level and had a corresponding judgment on the time.

Logically speaking, time shouldn't have passed that quickly.

Unless under extremely special circumstances, a floating whale can generally stay afloat for about six hours at a time.

Then, as it circulates and changes within the body, it is exhaled in one breath, forming a column of air.

"Six hours is enough for the airflow that the floating whale would normally absorb to gain the 'levitation' property. But now the airflow has surged out prematurely, without enough time to develop. The airflow may not have acquired the levitation property, and something bad is likely to happen."

"Sanwu, take the survivors and get out of here, now!" Nemus thought for a moment as he continued to chase after the flesh monster, giving the order to Sanwu.

As for the possibility of being sucked into the Abyss of Aura by the suction force of the airflow, Nemus didn't care.

To make the floating whale's breathing become difficult and cause it to exhale prematurely, it is necessary to stimulate the floating whale to a certain extent in the Abyss of Breath.

And this certainty must be—the gold level.

This contains a wealth of information.

Nemes was determined to investigate.

The closer you get to the depths of the passage, the stronger the suction becomes.

The fleshy monster fled rapidly ahead.

Before long, the suction force had become so strong that even Nemus felt it was becoming difficult to resist.

Chapter 333 Sorry, I'm using mental power now.

Under normal circumstances, steel products still seem somewhat powerless when faced with natural disasters.

Under suitable environmental conditions, steel can sustain itself and barely protect its own safety.

And when faced with disaster, only those of the Golden rank have the ability to confront such natural calamities.

In the current situation, the breathing of the floating whale can be considered a natural disaster.

"No wonder it's a mythical creature," Nemus marveled at the power of the floating whale.

The exact number of species of the floating whale is not clearly stated, but it can be basically determined that it is a special mythical creature and can be regarded as a mythical species.

Although these mythical creatures are vastly different from gods, their inherent power is still something that ordinary people find difficult to resist.

It's just the suction force within a single airway.

Nemes didn't try to resist the suction force; instead, he quickly flew towards the passage using it.

The fleshy monster had also shrunk into a ball, forming a spindle shape, and was also flying through the passage by the suction force.

As the suction force grew stronger, Nemus could no longer control his body unless he forcibly used his swordsmanship to resist it.

At that very moment, the flesh-and-blood monster's countless muscles suddenly contracted and sprang out, using its bones as spearheads to pierce into the smooth passage beside it.

Then suddenly, flesh and blood unfolded, forming a large net waiting for Nemus to fall.

Furthermore, within the flesh-and-blood monster, countless muscles writhe, as if some special power is brewing.

"The essence of a saint?" Nemus sensed a familiar scent in an instant.

The flesh monster's body grew rapidly, with large chunks of flesh multiplying quickly, soon completely blocking the passage.

He stabbed his sword into the wall beside him to slow down, and then a sword of energy surged from Nemus's hand. He swung it, and a large amount of flesh was instantly cut off.

However, the next moment, the cut flesh was quickly swallowed up by the flesh monster and then grew back again.

Throughout the process, its growth rate may be faster than the speed at which Nemes swings his sword.

As the flesh and blood drew ever closer, along with the peculiar curse upon it, Nemus could even sense that the Dartmenley family curse, which had long since vanished from his body, was beginning to resurface.

As a result, Nems's physical condition and energy became somewhat unstable.

I had a feeling that things might fall apart at a crucial moment.

Clearly, this is the killer move targeting Nemus.

The terrifying proliferation of flesh and blood monsters has a strong restraining effect on conventional swordsmanship.

The person who created this flesh and blood monster also had a deep understanding of the Dartmenley bloodline.

They may even have studied the power of luck, and at a crucial moment, they exercised complete restraint over Nemus.

Behind him, Nemus also heard the sound of a great deal of flesh writhing.

This situation was also extremely dangerous for Nems.

It's basically a form of open-ended pressure.

Either you enter the Sainthood state, unleash your main power here, and then you can't use the Sainthood state for a period of time, becoming just a roadside fighter.

Or they'll be swallowed by the monsters, and it remains to be seen whether they can get through this passage filled with flesh.

"Unfortunately, you were a step too late."

Nemus's mental energy surged, and then he quickly manipulated the surrounding elements.

Bloodline issues have little impact on mental well-being.

In an instant, countless winds gathered around the sword in Nemus's hand.

The countless streams of energy flowing through the Abyss of Aura resonated with Nemus's sword at this moment.

With a single swing of the sword, the world fell silent, and even the faint sound of the wind vanished in that instant.

Sword of Fortune: Rising with the Wind - Spiritual Power Edition!

In an instant, a slight breeze arose, like the sharpest blade, shredding all the monster's flesh and blood.

Every muscle, even every cell, became a target of the wind's attack.

The fleshy monster that had blocked the passage was reduced to countless tiny fragments in the blink of an eye.

Within the passage, it was as if mist was being instantly sucked towards the end of the passage by suction.

Nemus pulled the sword out of the passage and was pulled forward rapidly by the suction force.

It flew along for less than a minute.

Nemes then rushed out of the cave.

Suddenly, the narrow passage felt as if it had been plunged into some kind of deep abyss.

There were upward-rising air currents all around.

Some of these air currents have a significant buoyancy.

However, at this moment, these levitation forces are not yet stable.

In an instant, Nemus was propelled upwards by these air currents.

The enormous jet vents above now appeared to Nemus to be only the size of a fist.

The airflow was so concentrated that Nemus felt as if he were being torn apart by a thousand knives.

The abyss of breath, the bitterness of the wind, this is not just empty talk.

These jets of air, once ejected, do indeed form columns that can carry people into flight.

However, within the Abyss of Auras, these auras are the most tormenting.

If your physical strength is insufficient, you will probably be torn to pieces in an instant.

Some sinners in the church would be imprisoned in specially made cells, which would be pressed against the circular wall of the Abyss of Breath.

In the dark and bottomless cell, looking at the tiny sliver of light above, he endured the torment of the eerie wind every now and then.

Nemus was imprisoned in the Abyss of the Blue Whale's Aura for three days.

In the current situation, even if Nemus stuck the blade into the wall, he couldn't stop himself from being blown away by the airflow.

On the contrary, the blade quickly slashed a deep, long gash in the wall, but it did nothing to slow Nemus's ascent.

His senses expanded rapidly during this process, searching for anything unusual below.

Under such wind force, over time, even traces left by gold-level techniques will be dissolved.

At that moment, Nemus vaguely sensed something.

However, as I get further and further away from the location below, I can sense less and less.

"Should I activate the Saint Transformation?" Nemus couldn't help but wonder.

With the power of a saint, he was fully capable of traversing the raging winds of energy to reach the area where the traces were located.

However, once you use it, you will lack a card that is out in the open, and you will be much more passive in future battles.

Furthermore, it's uncertain whether that trace is the very thing the mastermind used to provoke the floating whale.

Perhaps this is just a series of traps that will drain my energy.

Now, following the airflow and flying out of the Abyss of Breath is the most correct choice.

Nems himself wasn't in a hurry.

If we can't catch the person behind the scenes this time, we'll catch them next time.

But at that moment, Nemus suddenly discovered that a prison cell was not far from him.

Nems was now quite close to the exit; the location of this cell was wrong.

Sensing the surroundings, Nemus instantly ascertained the other party's identity.

Chapter 334 Picking Up a Bargain

At this moment, their will was firm, and their mental strength, combined with their luck, once again shifted the wind.

Let the wind rise!

The movement of the wind allowed Nemus to seize a moment of stable airflow, and then...

Sword of Fortune: Light-Eyed Falcon!

The space shifted at that moment, and Nemes' figure vanished instantly.

Then he crossed space and appeared in that prison.

These cells, embedded in the rock walls, were made from whale skin ore found beneath the fumaroles, giving them a strong resistance to airflow.

In addition, its unique structure allows it to be partially embedded in the rock wall, enabling airflow to penetrate the gaps in the cage and blow the people inside into a state of unbearable agony.

However, it will not have a significant impact on the entire prison.

The prison wasn't very large, more like a confessional. Nemus leaped over, causing the 'person' who was being pushed to the top of the prison by the gale and felt his flesh being shredded away to feel unprecedented pain.

However, the next moment, she felt the wind around her subside considerably.

The eyes, which were originally closed, opened as they felt the wind weaken.

Then she saw a person who seemed to be standing in the light.

Even though she was in the Abyss of Auras, even though it was pitch black all around, the sense of security she felt under the light reminded her of the curse she had been given countless times—hope.

"Are you the god who came to save me?" She was emaciated and locked in a rectangular 'metal box', with only her head and limbs exposed.

Her exposed limbs were covered with large patches of 'scales', but upon closer inspection, it became clear that these scales were formed from the accumulation of scars from countless injuries.

The same was true of her face; she had no hair, and her whole being resembled an ugly monster.

If it weren't for sensing her slight difference through his life force, Nemus would have had a hard time even recognizing her gender.

“You can think of it that way,” Nemston said after a pause, uttering this defiant statement.

Ah, I repent, I am forgiven, +3!