Chapter 438: Crimson Chaos in the Dungeon

Boom!!

Boom!!

Destructive jet!

At the entrance of the eleventh level, deafening explosions mixed with human screams.

Among the ruins of a military camp, a bloodstained figure flashed rapidly by, each strike shaking the ground like an earthquake.

With a heavy scent of blood, bursts of crimson light briefly illuminated the entire battlefield.

“Move in closer!”

With a sharp command, hidden under his armor, Yinglong charged into a mass of Otherworldly Ghosts, a hint of impatience in his eyes.

“Eleven Third-Stage Beginner Otherworldly Ghosts, and four Third-Stage Mid-level.”

“Ha, quite a few.”

With a swift turn, he dispatched an Otherworldly Ghost lurking behind him as if his patience had reached its limit. In that moment, Yinglong unleashed a sudden burst of power, shattering the ground beneath him like a cannonball before soaring skyward.

Seeing several squad members in imminent danger from the ambush, he scoffed as his long spear erupted in a flare of bloodlight.

Boom!!

A deep red stream of energy erupted, and in the blink of an eye, it melted three Otherworldly Ghosts like laser beams.

The impact wasn’t over; the trailing energy carved through the earth, its extreme heat melting a massive cavity.

Had it not been for the system-imposed barrier, this strike might have penetrated the entire level!

After being rescued, the lower-level troops who had narrowly escaped an Otherworldly Ghost encirclement gasped for breath in disbelief.

They hadn’t expected to be ambushed by a swarm of Third-Stage Otherworldly Ghosts on their way to the twelfth level—it was as if these ghosts had been lying in wait.

Even the Third-Stage Advanced Awakener, who had been constantly scanning the surroundings, failed to detect the ghosts camouflaged as corpses.

The battle soon ended.

After Yinglong’s decisive strike instantly eliminated three Third-Stage Mid-level ghosts, the formidable Blood Shadow squad quickly coordinated to finish off the remaining enemies.

After descending slowly from midair, Yinglong cast a dissatisfied glance at a Middle-Aged Man in the squad, only withdrawing his gaze once sweat began to bead on the man’s brow.

That man was the Third-Stage Advanced soldier Yinglong had brought along—his ‘eyes.’

But it was clear that this Third-Stage Advanced had clearly underperformed just now.

Even if it wasn’t a major error, being ambushed roused an unmistakable irritation in the vigilant Yinglong.

In the underground dungeon, his lack of mental fortitude was glaringly magnified.

The team assumed he simply didn’t care, not realizing…

he despised any loss of control, especially when it threatened his authority.

“Miss Blood Nightingale, you’re not injured, are you?”

Removing his helmet, Yinglong’s eyes softened with concern as he asked Blood Nightingale.

The sudden onslaught had forced him to keep a careful watch over her, ensuring she was unharmed, yet the incident left him feeling embarrassed in her presence.

“I’m fine. I just appreciate your concern, Yinglong.”

“I can handle eleven Third-Stage Beginner Otherworldly Ghosts on my own.”

Smiling as if unfazed, Blood Nightingale turned to Yinglong with a trace of admiration in her eyes:

“You’ve truly opened my eyes today, Yinglong.”

“That casual thrust— I barely felt even a tenth of your power, yet you wiped out three Third-Stage Mid-level Ghosts effortlessly.”

Her tone was laced with subtle probing.

Recalling Yinglong’s earth-piercing, long-range attack, Blood Nightingale’s heart pounded, betraying the calm she tried to project.

No matter how reliable the intelligence she’d gathered, witnessing Yinglong fight made every report seem utterly unreliable.

Yinglong’s fighting style left no room for distance!

Mistaking a top-tier warrior for a mere melee fighter could lead to a death so unthinkable you wouldn’t know how it happened.

“That casual thrust clearly used an equipment skill,”

“Yet its power seemed enough to severely wound a Third-Stage Advanced ghost…”

“Yinglong’s true strength hides many secrets. Nobody really knows the full extent of his ability…”

Noticing Blood Nightingale’s faint admiration, a subtle hint of pride flashed across Yinglong’s face.

He savored her reaction.

Judging by the momentum, once the dungeon was cleared, this beguiling beauty, after witnessing his true might, would surely adore him even more.

After all, he preferred winning hearts with personal charm rather than by brute force.

“Miss Blood Nightingale, you’re overpraising me.”

“The real challenge lies deeper in the dungeon—there’s a chance you might face Peak Third-Stage Otherworldly Ghosts.”

“Though these monsters aren’t as formidable as mutants, they still pose a significant threat.”

As he spoke, Yinglong casually scanned a nearby Middle-Aged Soldier, as if recalling something.

“Miss Blood Nightingale, stick with these NPCs in the back. I’ll assign a few more to join you.”

“The upcoming battles will be perilous; you all just provide rear support.”

With genuine concern, Yinglong finished speaking with a warm smile that showcased his formidable presence.

Unbeknownst to him, despite her outwardly coy response, Blood Nightingale’s heart churned with irritation.

“Damn Yenir! Why hasn’t he shown up yet?!”

“That bastard— is he deceiving me?!”

Using the excuse of chatting with NPCs, Blood Nightingale stifled her inner turmoil and squeezed herself among the Middle-Aged Soldiers, while Yinglong focused on examining the newly acquired Core of the Otherworldly Ghost.

Once she was sure no one was watching, she quickly pulled a small stone from her chest pocket.

Clutching it tightly, she couldn’t resist sending a message to Yenir.

“Yenir, Yinglong is about to enter the twelfth level!”

“Deeper down, the difficulty and number of Otherworldly Ghosts will rise dramatically.”

“Don’t think you can keep up forever! The dungeon’s system will actively ambush us. If a fight erupts, you’ll be easily spotted!”

Her expression was laced with urgency.

After several days of silence from Yenir’s side, even though he said nothing, his silence hinted that something was amiss.

Given how readily violence had broken out, Yenir’s inaction made it clear that the so-called ten Peak Third-Stage ghosts were nothing but a sham.

Not to mention—two might not even exist!

She had briefly considered that Yenir might strike while Yinglong was engaged with the ghosts.

However, after descending several levels, it was evident that wouldn’t be the case.

With each level down, it seemed as if the system could effortlessly spawn a fresh batch of enemies.

Yinglong would surely encounter high-tier Otherworldly Ghosts—so why should Yenir be any different? In a counterbalance, if Yenir faltered behind Yinglong, he might even be targeted by the Blood Shadow squad!

As for snare setups and traps?

Frankly, she hadn’t noticed even the slightest move from Yenir.

Meanwhile, standing atop two Otherworldly Ghost corpses, Yenir let out a light chuckle, indifferent to Blood Nightingale’s messages.

Hmm, is Yinglong really heading to the twelfth level?

It seems like it’s finally time to take action…

In a flash of white light, the lecherous Li Dafu suddenly appeared.

“Master!? You called for me?!”

…….