Chapter 660: Chapter 639: Gray Crow’s Residence

No wonder the Land of Extinction is feared even by those seated on the Throne. It truly is a headache. The only fortunate thing is that the woman hasn’t completely lost her mind and gone insane, chasing us into the Annihilation Guts.

Ivan thought bitterly to himself.

At this moment, he had ventured deep into this strange passageway for who knows how far, with no clear path in sight either way. It was really hard to discern the right direction, and he could only take things as they came.

As a sorcerer accustomed to acting according to strategy, he really disliked this feeling.

Advancing a bit further through the sky of dark flows and murky smoke, he heard a slight crackling sound by his ear. It turned out the Lucky Compass had completely lost its luster and split open with a crack.

He wasn’t disappointed though, as this unexpectedly acquired Compass had already proven invaluable, and he couldn’t expect too much from it.

“Antoinette was right. This time, it indeed is a gamble with our lives.”

Unlike the previous passageway, here, Ivan genuinely felt the lethal danger emanating around him. A single misstep, and he could bury himself here.

He survived up to now largely thanks to his extraordinary spatial understanding and exceptional healing ability.

For other Ancient Kings, they might not have lasted this long.

There was someone even more at ease than him, and that was Antoinette, whom he was protecting.

This Spring Goddess had surprisingly high strength and resilience, despite her seemingly soft body, even more so than Ivan, the Legendary Star Venerable. He didn’t know if it was natural.

He only realized this point unexpectedly during a major crisis a few minutes earlier.

The result was that he ended up in tatters, while someone else was left unscathed, with only tattered clothing–a testament to her toughness.

“If there’s another uncontrollable turbulence, I’ll use you as a shield and throw you out.”

Ivan muttered this just as he noticed a cold gaze on him. Looking down, he saw the Spring Goddess glaring at him angrily.

“Ahem, when did you wake up?” Their eyes met, and Ivan cheerfully set her aside.

“If I didn’t wake up soon, we’d really be dead.” Antoinette’s form flashed, lightly lying atop his back. “Don’t slack off. This Goddess got seriously injured because of the hit you took.”

“Whatever you say. Quickly clarify, what do you mean by the first half of your sentence?”

“At face value. The direction you’re heading now is towards the Realms Forbidden to Life, teeming with unprecedented cutting and tearing forces. If you rush in blindly, you’re certain to die and drag me down with you as well.”

Upon hearing this, Ivan couldn’t help but pause in his steps.

The most frustrating part of this place was that, blinded by various filthy auras, one could only identify signs of danger once it was imminent, forcing rushed responses.

“Don’t stop. Keep moving,” Antoinette urged.

“Are you sure?” Ivan asked, puzzled.

“Move! I dreamt there’s a sliver of hope ahead. Even if I explained, you wouldn’t understand. In short, this is the fundamental reason I’m forcing myself to stay awake. Trust me on this,” Antoinette said earnestly.

“Alright, I’ll listen to you this time.”

“Good little sorcerer.”

Ivan, having no better options, had to heed the suggestion. As for her teasing, it didn’t bother him much; he didn’t care to respond.

Furthermore, she was indeed relatively old, so her words weren’t inaccurate.

“What’s wrong now?” He noticed a chill on his neck.

“My intuition tells me you’re thinking something very rude again,” the Spring Goddess said coldly.

Ivan was speechless. At such a time, this person still worried about trivial matters; sometimes, goddesses were indeed unreasonable.

He didn’t bother to respond and continued flying forward relentlessly.

Suddenly, Ivan felt goosebumps all over his body. A tremendous crisis was right before him, and a strong pulling force had already spread over his body, trying to drag him away.

It seemed as though there was a giant abyssal maw ahead, capable of swallowing everything.

The terror of this atmosphere made him hesitate.

“In such a place, are you sure there’s hope ahead? Is it not a trap?”

“No nonsense, charge straight through,” she insisted.

“For Mavis’s sake, I’ll trust you one more time.”

Ivan gritted his teeth, steeled his resolve, and let the force ahead pull him along.

Meanwhile, soft, holy incantations echoed by his ears, both familiar and unfamiliar, distinctly the true blessing of the Spring Goddess. Warm divine light enveloped him.

The next moment, he plunged into a dim haze.

He felt like he was caught in a whirlpool, losing complete control of his body, experiencing nothing but endless pulling and crushing, alternating endlessly.

Compared to this moment, everything before seemed like child’s play.

Thankfully, Antoinette’s divine light held steady, amplifying all his abilities severalfold, allowing him to barely hold himself together and not get torn into pieces or ground into dust.

Yet, the aura behind him was dwindling at a rate visible to the naked eye. He couldn’t help but sweat on her behalf.

“It’s up to you now.”

Soon, familiar words rang out, and sure enough, the Spring Goddess fell unconscious again.

He was suddenly flung away by a mighty force, and all surrounding constraints vanished. However, before he could find his balance, the protective Black Soul Tower shattered into eighteen pieces with a crisp sound.

A perfectly good clan treasure was now ruined.

“Next time, I’ll be a fool to come to the Elf Plane again.”

Ivan’s face turned darker and darker, heartbrokenly collecting the fragments, and quickly headed in another direction.