Heroes' Prison-Chapter 1580 - 1506: Tomb God

"This explanation does make sense! We..." Little Rascal’s words were cut off halfway with a sudden "whoosh" sound, her voice abruptly stopped.

"Little Rascal?" Dao Feng called out tentatively.

But Little Rascal didn’t respond, indicating something had happened to her as well.

"There’s something seriously wrong here! Everyone, charge forward! There’s no time to worry about anything else!" Dao Feng shouted while sprinting forward, his voice growing more distant.

The others quickened their steps, charging forward without a care!

In the red mist, they couldn’t see anything, unaware of what they might crash into or step on. But in the short term, they couldn’t think of a better plan and could only hope to rush out of the red mist’s range quickly.

"Whoosh~" Just then, another whistling sound cut through the air around them, accompanied by a muffled groan, indicating another person had fallen.

"Forget about it, keep running!" Dao Feng urged, continuing to charge ahead blindly.

Everyone sprinted desperately, racing against the invisible clock, not knowing whether the end or an unexpected danger would come first.

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

...

Sharp whistling sounds echoed in their ears, like the tolling of a death bell, claiming one teammate after another. No one knew if they would be next, so they could only run at their highest speed.

After running for a long time, the mist in front of Dao Feng thinned out. The visibility improved, and he was on the verge of breaking through the red mist’s boundary.

"Whoosh~" Suddenly, a sharp sound rang out from ahead, accompanied by a massive black shadow hurtling toward Dao Feng at extreme speed.

This time, it was Dao Feng’s turn!

Because the visibility had improved, Dao Feng had a bit more time to prepare than those who had perished before him. In a flash, he blinked away, narrowly evading the strike.

The black shadow failed to hit him and instantly vanished into the depths of the mist.

Dao Feng became the first one to avoid an attack successfully!

"I just dodged it; that thing is a black shadow," Dao Feng said, still in shock.

But behind him, there was no response from anyone, the silence chilling his spine.

Dao Feng’s expression changed, and he shouted loudly, "Is anyone there?"

The red mist was completely silent, with none of his teammates making a sound.

This meant they had all fallen.

Only Dao Feng was left!

Dao Feng took a deep breath, held the Emperor Sword’s Blade in front of him, and continued charging forward.

He had to carry the hopes of all his teammates, and players from all over the world, as he pressed on alone.

He must not die, or this team would be annihilated, and this mission would end in failure.

After sprinting for a while, the red mist thinned even more, expanding the field of view considerably.

Suddenly, in the distance, a black shadow rapidly approached, vaguely resembling a human form. But the specific features couldn’t be seen, only an outline visible through the red mist.

"Whoosh~" The familiar whistling sound only reached him next.

Dao Feng had sufficient time to dodge, shifting his body to another direction.

He even had the energy to counterattack, swinging the Blade of the Sword Emperor towards the human figure!

In the instant they passed each other, the Blade of the Sword Emperor cut through the red mist, striking towards the figure with immense force.

But the figure was faster, almost instantly moving past him, and the Blade of the Sword Emperor was a step too slow, missing the target.

Dao Feng continued sprinting forward, his sharp eyes constantly surveying all movements around him, the Blade of the Sword Emperor ready to unleash a fatal strike at any moment.

Yet, no more whistling sounds were heard, and that mysterious figure did not attempt to attack Dao Feng again.

The dense red mist had already thinned significantly, and the outlines of other objects were visible in the distance. He was about to exit this red mist area.

After proceeding a certain distance, Dao Feng suddenly trembled and stopped in his tracks, staring intently ahead.

In the depths of the mist in front of him stood a figure with its back to him, motionless, body straight, seeming vaguely familiar.

Dao Feng held the Blade of the Sword Emperor across his chest, cautiously walking towards the figure. As the mist became increasingly sparse, the person’s back became clearer.

The person carried a long sword on their back, exuding an intense sharpness, like a drawn sharp sword that no one dared to provoke.

"Dao Feng, I’ve been waiting for you for a long time." At this moment, the figure turned around, smiling slightly at Dao Feng.

"Huh? Sharp Sword! It’s you?!" Dao Feng exclaimed in surprise, quickly stopping, his face tense, pointing the Blade of the Sword Emperor directly at Sharp Sword, angrily asking, "Why did you attack us just now?"

"Ask if it is, and then ask why." Sharp Sword shook his head, "If I told you it wasn’t me who attacked you, would you believe it?"

Dao Feng’s expression was complicated. He bit his lip and shook his head, saying, "I don’t know. It was you who had us explore the God’s Tomb originally, and you’ve always been so mysterious, no one knows what you’re really up to."

"I admit, I did consider my own interests in this situation, using you all as labor," Sharp Sword nodded, then shifted the topic, "but the shadow that attacked you was not me; it was someone else. What attacked you was this tomb’s Guardian—the Tomb God, who will kill all outsiders entering the red mist. Since each of you entered at different times, existing in different temporal dimensions, the Tomb God had to eliminate you one by one. We managed to get here by relying on them to buy us enough time. Once we get here, we are beyond the Guardian’s attack range. The temporal dimensions will return to normal, and the Guardian will not attack us anymore."

"You used us as pawns?!" Dao Feng said angrily, the Blade of the Sword Emperor, as if sensing his rage, emitted a red glow from the blade.

"Calm down, your Mortal Realm’s divine artifacts are not that useful here," Sharp Sword remained in his relaxed tone. "But I’m not lying; there really is something here you seek, something that can allow players to return to the Mortal Realm."

Dao Feng’s expression finally softened somewhat, lowering the Blade of the Sword Emperor, as he said, "Alright then! What are your terms? You revealed yourself here, exposing your identity, it surely isn’t just to say this to me."

Sharp Sword nodded and said, "The reason I’ve revealed myself is because we’re about to face the core region of the God’s Tomb, an area even I can’t be entirely sure we can breach, so I want to team up with you. Such cooperation requires the ability to entrust lives, leaving no room for any selfishness."