Chapter 0372—Icy Prison of Ninth Hell
Drako Yau thrust his spear so rapidly that his arms seemingly vanished. However, a series of clashes rang out; Zealler had blocked all his attacks without fail. The beastman retaliated with a sideway kick, forcing Drako Yau to cease attacking and defend with his spear.
Buffed by Brute Force, the devastating kick only threw Drako Yau one step back. His foot landed on the ground, battered by their intense battle. Ripples emitted from his sole, but they were vicious in nature. A frosty aura rose from the ground.
Zealler couldn’t react in time despite realising something terribly wrong as he was too close to Drako Yau. Everything within a twenty-metre radius turned glacial while icicles shot out from the ground in a meandering pattern. The writhing ice that resembled ice dragons straight from the Ninth Hell wrangled Zealler and held him prisoner.
The number nine symbolised extremity in oriental astrology. The nine ice dragons bound Zealler so tightly that it couldn’t even budge despite using Vitality Drain. This was Icy Prison of Ninth Hell, the ultimate ice skill of the Godly Spearmaster class.
Icy Prison of Ninth Hell was the strongest ice elemental skill Drako Yau had. Instead of dealing damage, the skill was more control-oriented; at least it wasn’t powerful enough to kill Zealler. Most of his high damage skills were fire elemental ones, but they were useless against Zealler unfortunately.
All Drako Yau could do was shout at the sky, “Danting!”
“Yes, boss!”
Heeding Drako Yau’s call, Danting appeared out of nowhere. His Divine Martial Sword was giving off a bright glow, its active skill that increased Strength now activated.
Greenstone threw another Brute Needle at Danting, who was charging toward Zealler. White patterns formed on his sword while it gave off an additional holy aura; one of the two ultimate skills of the Magic Swordsman class, Divine Light Slash!
Zealler showed a terrified gaze at the glowing sword. Divine Light Slash? Isn’t that technique gone for ten thousand years? Dammit!
The bloody patterns on Zealler shone brightly while he struggled violently. The ice dragons vibrated as tiny chunks of ice fell off, clearly unable to contain Zealler for too much longer.
Time was running out. Danting might make it in time if he used Instant Thunder, but he used Divine Light Slash instead, which prevented him from using other skills while Divine Light Slash was activating.
Zealler paid no heed to Danting, who was now out of the equation. His vicious glare was now focused entirely on Drako Yau.
Once I break free, I’ll kill this man! My life is forfeit anyway. Someone will have to die with me!
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Icy Prison of Ninth Hell was a powerful way to immobilise the enemy and deal frozen damage, but its key feature was that it could be activated without a weapon. Unlike Idyllic Poet’s Volcanic Eruption, which had a casting period, Drako Yau had cast Icy Prison of Ninth Hell by simply stomping the ground. He was also free to move after the skill was activated. He could immediately follow up with another skill, but he didn’t because an opportunity had yet to show itself.
Now’s the time! Drako Yau reached out with his left arm and cast Dragon Capturing Hand. Another few cracks reached his ears, indicating the diminishing number of ice dragons remaining.
Zealler grinned wildly at the dragon aura. How can this puny dragon even put a scratch on me? He struggled more violently, and two more ice dragons cracked open.
The dragon aura failed to hit Zealler, shooting past his legs instead. Zealler roared as the blood-red circuits over him radiated a bright glow and shattered all ice dragons. He lifted his claws overhead and slashed down with unstoppable might.
“Puk!” Zealler grunted like a popped balloon. His body turned rigid, unable to twitch even slightly. His claws remained a metre above Drako Yau’s head.
Zealler looked at his chest in disbelief. A finger-sized white glow was peering through his crimson skin. Behind him, Danting thrust out his Divine Martial Sword, the holy aura acting as the sword’s extension and piercing Zealler.
The golden aura shrouding Danting vanished. The Dragon Capturing Hand was meant for Danting, not Zealler. It bit onto Danting and dragged him towards Zealler, allowing him to finish the beastman with Divine Light Slash.
Zealler turned to glare at the masked man with a bitter face, but as life drained from his body, he couldn’t muster the energy to move any longer. He slumped to the ground, his eyes catching a glimpse of the young man holding a greatsword.
Danting? Ting? Is that his surname? The Ting Clan, Divine Light Slash… Now it makes sense. Zealler murmured, “He’s a descendant of Ting Hung Pa…”
Zealler, the beastman royal with the exceptionally rare mutation of intellect, the current tribemaster of all beastmen, departed from the world.
“Critical error detected. All players will be forcefully teleported in five seconds.”
“Five, four, three, two, one.”
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Drako Yau and his companions sat stupefied on the ground outside the dungeon entrance, gathering numerous stares from nearby players.
Pulling himself together, Drako Yau said grimly as he tore apart a Return-to-City Scroll, “Let’s go home first.”
Their victory this time was a Pyrrhic victory at best. Windstrider and Idyllic Poet had fallen, while Drako Yau sustained injuries and over-exerted himself. If Greenstone hadn’t been there, things would only have been worse.
While Danting and Drako Yau might appear to be the ones who clutched the victory, the fact was that everyone contributed to the outcome. Without Windstrider’s Repelling Shot, Danting would’ve been dead; without Idyllic Poet’s sacrificial Volcanic Eruption that made Zealler miss his attack, Drako Yau would’ve been dead; without Greenstone’s Brute Force, Drako Yau could never have taken on Zealler’s attacks without getting knocked back, and the subsequent Icy Prison of Ninth Hell would never have taken place. They were like components in a machine; without the components, the machine would fail to function.
More importantly, the entire boss battle was full of mysteries. Why did the boss have a name? Why was it so hostile? Why was it so insanely powerful? Drako Yau was certain he’d die if he fought Zealler alone. Who was Ting Hung Pa, the person Zealler spoke of before his death? Also, what exactly was the critical error? Drako Yau couldn’t come up with answers even with his knowledge as a game designer, let alone the others.
Anyways, the battle had severely strained their minds and bodies, so they all hurried offline to get some rest. Drako Yau returned to his residence, hugged Charcoal, and then fell asleep.
Charcoal pretended to be asleep until Drako Yau’s breathing turned slow and deep. It opened and rolled its crystal-clear eyes of red and blue, then closed its eyes again. Pure streams of ice and fire elemental forces transferred from Charcoal’s tiny body into Drako Yau. Under the external forces’ aid, Drako Yau recovered swiftly in his sleep.
As if sensing that Drako Yau had mostly recovered, Charcoal blinked its eyes in satisfaction and lay sound asleep on his chest.
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