“Highness, we are totally fucked. Royally screwed. Even my arcane lightning is not enough to escape this nonsense. What the hell is this thing?” Nolan screamed at the top of his lungs as he ran as fast as he could, clinging to Liam for dear life.
“Just shut up and run!” Liam calmly retorted. However, his face was pale as he tried to maintain the Dao fields constantly. The two of them were running away from the many, many golems popping out of the tunnels.
Fighting these golems was messy and difficult but not impossible. But they were forced to run thanks to the damned Elemental King. That being set off a chain reaction which was now resulting in explosions left and right all over the place.
One after the other, golems and corridors were exploding. There was only fire and smoke everywhere, peppered with spatial tears.
“Highness, we’re losing ground!” Nolan yelled again, his voice raw with panic as he clung to Liam’s arm. His eyes darted wildly, searching for any sign of escape in the infernal chaos.
Explosions rocked the corridor as if the very fabric of reality were tearing apart. Amid the cacophony of fire and shattering metal, Nolan’s scream faded into a strangled cry.
Liam, barely keeping his Dao fields intact, sprinted through a maze of burning debris and jagged spatial tears. The air was thick with smoke, and every step threatened to plunge them into collapsing voids.
“Keep moving! Don’t look back!” he shouted, his voice steady despite the turmoil. His magic pulsed around him—a tenuous barrier fighting to hold back the raging inferno and the relentless surge of exploding golems.
Liam’s mind raced, trying to decipher the shifting maze as spatial tears rippled unpredictably across the floor. Each tear was a window into a void of chaos, where the laws of nature seemed to disintegrate. If they accidentally ran into a tear, that would be the end, but they couldn’t exactly stop running.
“Your highness, maybe we should consider retreating.” Nolan was on the verge of tears. Liam couldn’t argue with him. Maybe this was truly the end of this event.
On their right, two more figures appeared. It looked like they had just now escaped from the corridors and stepped into the main building. The two of them were wearing red robes, and they had the telltale vampiric blood magic swirling around them.
However, before they could even understand where they stepped, an explosion boomed right on their faces, and the two did not even have time to activate the exit tokens as they were blown to smithereens.
Seeing that, Nolan gritted his teeth and made the decision. “Jonah, your highness, I sincerely hope we meet again.” He no longer hesitated and activated the exit token. But something was wrong. His exit token was not working.
Liam frowned. The next second, his instincts screamed that he was in extreme danger, and he had a feeling it was not just because of these explosions. He immediately gritted his teeth and erected yet another Dao field.
His skin was cracking. His muscles were tearing. His body couldn’t handle the stress of having seven dao fields up at the same time, but Liam firmly believed that he was going to die if he did not do this.
He turned to see what the hell was going on when he froze with complete and utter shock. Standing right behind him were two familiar figures. Two people he couldn’t forget even if he wanted to.
“Long time no see, Liam Chang.” Mia’s cold voice snapped him out of his trance as he stared at the woman he didn’t think he was going to see in the foreseeable future. Standing next to her was the prick from the divine temple, the paladin who had been the right hand of that bitch.
Mia’s eyes, as cold and merciless as winter’s frost, fixed on him. “The rat has been skulking in the shadows for far too long,” she continued, a venomous edge underlying every word. “And now he’s come crawling back into our midst.”
Liam’s heart pounded in his ears, his mind reeling from the sudden, jarring reunion amid the inferno of collapsing corridors. His body, already strained by the impossible burden of seven dao fields, trembled from exhaustion.
The paladin’s lip curled in disdain as he regarded Liam with thinly veiled contempt. “You greedy little thing. You should have stayed hidden. You came chasing after a golden event, and now you have nowhere to go.”
Liam did not care about him. What he said did not matter. His gaze was fixed only on Mia as he clenched his fists. How was she here? They let her out?
The only reason he was so focused on Derek and did not think about Mia for the time being was because she was trapped in the divine realms. Without getting smack dab in the middle of those people, there was simply no way to rescue her, and that required him to be stronger, much stronger. Otherwise, it would simply be a suicide mission.
However, she was now standing right in front of him. His eyes turned cold, and killing intent filled him. He was not happy to see her here.
Because if they felt comfortable enough to send her out on system events, then that meant… The Mia he knew no longer existed.
“What did they do to you?” Liam shouted.
“Watch how you talk, brat. You are not talking to that disloyal bitch anymore. You are talking to a high priestess of a divine temple. So you better watch your damn tongue, you filthy rat.”
Liam’s face turned ugly. What did that mean? What happened to Mia? He had no idea, and he had no way of knowing it. But one thing was sure. He was getting the hell out of here, and he was taking her with him.
Everything can be figured out late. For now, he simply needed to take her and leave. “Mia!” He called as he dashed forward at full speed.
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