Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?-Chapter 1316 - 830: Even Soul-sucking Ghosts Can Be Mobbed!

"Wow!"

At the moment just before he was about to be stabbed by the Dark Sword, Tusi finally reacted under the stimulation of this life-threatening crisis.

He let out a strange cry, his body bursting with powerful force, directly pushing the wooden door away, and quickly rolled to the empty space beside him. The next second, the sharp sword pierced through the position where he had originally been.

Cold sweat dripped from his forehead, and now his arm, which burst with strength just a moment ago, began to feel the pain. Indeed, people tend to burst out with power they don't normally have when stimulated by a huge crisis.

But the problem is, after bursting with strength, his arm hurts so much that he can't lift it! Plus that involuntary ghost call just now was embarrassingly embarrassing!

"...."

The Soul-sucking Ghost remained silent, conveying only the dark breathing from beneath the skull-like mask or face to everyone's ears. Without a moment's hesitation, he lifted the Dark Sword and chased after Tusi.

Tusi was startled, and his weapon had been knocked flying just now, leaving him with only a few Flying Knives in hand.

After weighing the Flying Knives against the Dark Sword to see which would break first, he immediately made a wise decision—run!

"Look over here, you bastard!"

Just a few steps into chasing Tusi, the soul-sucking ghost heard curse-filled shouts from behind. A Flying Knife clashed against the armor, striking sparks but doing no damage, merely drawing the ghost's attention to adventurers daring to provoke him from behind.

Then, a palm-sized pot followed the knife, smashing against the Soul-sucking Ghost with a "Duang!"

"Crack!"

At the moment the pot shattered, lightning burst forth, shaking the ghost and the small puddle beneath his feet violently under the thunderous strike.

This pot was not the dung pot adventurers delight in but another type provided by the Sain Dungeon—the Thunder Pot.

Inside the Dark Moon Sword, using dung pots is not encouraged, mainly because most people feel that those who play with dung all day are a bit mentally disturbed, and allowing such people into Gwendolin's Holy Temple provides an indescribable feeling....

So unlike Leon, they usually carry serious items like Flame Pots and Thunder Pots.

Still, it worked out well because after the water receded from the Little Londo Ruins, the environment remained damp, with water pools scattered everywhere. Using lightning here could enhance its power, albeit risking friendly fire.

"The Starfire Church should be the ones exploring here," muttered the Dark Moon Sword, making a throwing motion at a Soul-sucking Ghost free from electric paralysis. The ghost, naturally dodging as it thought they were charging, realized it was a feint and grew even angrier.

"Be careful—this Soul-sucking Ghost might be stronger than those in Fran Fort."

Tusi's warning came from afar, and everyone responded, charging at the Soul-sucking Ghost with a surrounding formation.

Sure enough, in the first round of engagement, they sensed the opponent's power to far exceed that of those from Fran Fort, stronger and tougher, with quicker reflexes, if not for everyone having upgraded over the past months. Else, they'd be easily crushed like chicks.

Now under siege, they could suppress the Soul-sucking Ghost, and if not pursuing an uninjured fight but fighting openly, the battle would likely end quickly.

Sain's bonfires truly recuperate one well.

"I'm back!"

Tusi yelled, rushing onto the battlefield, wielding an enchanted blade to hack at the ghost's neck, as if intending to tear him apart.

Seeing his approach, comrades guessed the attack style to follow, joining in with a large hammer aiming for the ghost's waist, hoping to expose its neck further to Tusi's side.

This strategy showcased their battlefield-honed teamwork.

But the threat of this duo spurred the ghost's keen senses. It swiftly turned, blocking the hammer with one hand while swinging a sword at Tusi, ignoring the other weapons sparking against its back.

"This sudden strength?"

Swinging the hammer, the Dark Moon Sword was equally shocked at his weapon's firm grip. He anticipated the ghost's increased strength but not so incredibly powerful!

Tusi quickly pulled his blade back in defense, but the Dark Sword managed a cut, forcing him back, nearly toppling into the mud.

Comparatively, Soul-sucking Ghosts within Fran were slightly stronger ordinary monsters, but facing this one now was entirely elite!

Could this be the ultimate monster of Little Londo Ruins?

And they encountered it here purely by luck?

"Empty—"

Suddenly, a chilling red light appeared in the ghost's hands, triggering unpleasant memories for everyone instantly.

Almost everyone in their newbie days had their kidneys grabbed by the Soul-sucking Ghost's [Dark Hand]!

This thing must be avoided completely, no confrontation possible!

Collective unbearable memories made them retreat collectively, even breaking the encirclement.