C392 Exit Encounter
C392 Exit Encounter
"No need, everyone's goal is the divine stone. Sooner or later, there will be a fight, so it's better to split up." Wu Shuang reached out his hand and said, "Bring it."
"Hmph, I'll give it to you. If you want to leave, then leave. Who would want to be with you?"
Wan Le's face darkened as she threw the seven exploding thorns toward him.
Wu Shuang took the Blast Ball and stored it in the "Hyper-magic Void Ring". He took a last look at Wan Le, shook the reins, and chased after the sturdy man and the old man.
Wan Le had been completely tricked and killed by his ability, but his heart was still moved. At the very least, he didn't want to stain her blood with his own hands. Perhaps this was a little pretentious, but this was the real him.
Wu Shuang rode on his Dragon Soul mount and moved forward rapidly. In his memory, there was an end to the tunnel in front of him. The left side led to a dead end, and the right side led to a roundabout way, but it was also the only way to get to the exit.
After a while, Wu Shuang arrived at the end of the straight path and jumped off his Dragon Soul Rider. Wu Shuang turned to the right without stopping, and before him, three strong men had already captured the old man and were preparing to escort him back.
There were only two people in the overly narrow tunnels. The first half of the tunnel was filled with traces of their fight.
When they saw Wu Shuang, who was blocking their path, their reactions were completely different.
The three burly men were astonished. One of them asked doubtfully, "Didn't you fall down? How did you get up here?"
The uncle's eyes lit up and begged for help, "Little brother, help me. I will definitely repay you in the future."
Wu Shuang smiled and took three steps back. His actions made the three men feel relieved. Then, they mocked him, thinking that he was a coward.
"Brat, you seem to be sensible. I'll give you three seconds to count. Scram." The sturdy man standing at the front shouted.
"Scram!" The other two also roared.
"No, no, it seems like you've misunderstood." Wu Shuang stopped smiling and kicked at the brick that was on the left side of the wall.
With a boom, the ground beneath the four of them suddenly bounced up, then they crashed into the ceiling.
Everything happened so quickly that the four of them no longer had the chance to escape. A strong man shouted, "There's no time! Let's attack together and destroy this roof!"
At this time, who would care about captives? The three burly men attacked together, bombarding the ceiling. However, everything in the maze was incomparably sturdy. Even with the combined strength of all three of them, only one person could survive through the hole.
In a life or death situation, the uncle who was ignored had used some unknown weapon to make the three men scream miserably as he squeezed himself into the crack.
BOOM!
The ground and ceiling met, and the three eight-foot men were crushed into mincemeat. Blood flowed out through the gap in the middle like a waterfall, and even the uncle inside was severely injured. He had no idea how many fractures he had broken, but only his screams could be heard from the outside.
Wu Shuang waited silently. Behind him, he could hear Wan Le's running footsteps. In less than three seconds, the sky and the earth separated again, revealing the Shura's miserable state.
The man with the nearly deformed spine, stooped like a polio patient, tumbled from the gap in the sky to the bloody ground.
Ye Zichen stared at Wu Shuang in fear, while his mouth trembled as if he wanted to say something.
"I'm sorry, that's all I can do." Wu Shuang apologized and took a step forward. While the old man was struggling, he held the old man in his hand and ran forward.
When Wan Le arrived at the scene, she was so scared that she almost vomited. She took a step back and crashed into the wall.
"Just who is this Yellow Crane?" Wan Le covered her mouth. In front of her, Wu Shuang's figure disappeared around the corner. Only the uncle's screams for help did not stop.
Wu Shuang kept on walking. When he passed by a trap, he threw the old man into the sawtooth of strangling. The screams that tortured his soul finally stopped.
Wu Shuang didn't know how many times he sighed, or how many times he closed his eyes tightly. Whether he was killed or killed, it was cruel like this. Other than surviving, he had no other choice.
After pausing for a short while, Wu Shuang pulled himself together and continued on the road. His current location could not be considered close to the exit, but since he was here, he was prepared to go over and take a look.
Another few minutes passed. After Wu Shuang finished off a lonely Heavenly Sound Master, he arrived at the exit of the maze. At a glance, this place looked no different from any other dead end.
However, if one were to use his Heavenly Voice's power to sense it carefully, they would actually be able to sense the aura of the Warsong Arts Formation on the wall in front of them.
"I've seen how many people have been here." Wu Shuang glanced at the footprints on the ground. Other than him, there were two other footprints that stopped here briefly. They should be his own people.
Wu Shuang decided to guard here for a while and recover his strength at the same time.
Taking out food and drinks from the "Hyper-magic Void Ring", Wu Shuang leaned against the wall and took a simple bite.
There was a mechanism at the side of his body that he could touch. It had lethality. It could be ranked in the top ten of the maze trap and was also the last line of defense before the exit.
"It should be fine after waiting for so long." Wu Shuang stood up and was about to leave when he suddenly saw a figure.
"What? Elder Qing, you gave me a fright." Seeing it was Elder Qing, Wu Shuang secretly felt relieved. He greeted him with a smile, "Elder Qing, how is your elder?"
"It's not bad. I've killed 32 people, and I've met their square faces once. They seem to be in a rather strange state." Elder Qing walked over with his hands behind his back.
"As expected of Elder Qing. I only killed 19 people."
Wu Shuang let out a bitter laugh and asked curiously, "What happened to Fang Yan and the rest?"
"I just used a poison dart to trap and killed a Heavenly Sound Master and ran into them. What's strange is that when they saw me, they didn't dare approach and instead left on their own accord."
Elder Qing smiled and said, "This old man is not conceited enough to think that he can scare away a supreme elder, so there must be something strange about this."
"They left the moment they saw you? It can't be that they're afraid of a poison dart trap, right? " Wu Shuang joked and briefly narrated the matter of Zhuge Bai being captured.
After Elder Qing heard this, he stroked his beard and said, "Just as you said, the square-faced man already knows that we are related to traps, it doesn't make sense for him to let me go. Could it be that they are afraid of poison, but how is that possible?"
"Impossible, impossible." Elder Qing denied his argument. This conclusion was too absurd. With Huang Ji's strength, he would be fine even standing in the poison dart trap. Wasn't it easy to get rid of the poison?
"Elder Qing, when you saw the square face, where were they in the maze?" Wu Shuang asked.
After knowing that it was far from the exit, Wu Shuang shook his head and said, "Forget it, we can't do anything to him now. Our best plan now is to kill all the wandering Heavenly Sound Master in the maze."