<h2 ss="wp-block-heading">Chapter 5699</h2>
“Boy, use your blood!” the Crimson Cloud Demon Lord suddenly shouted. “Your Golden Dragon bloodline is the supreme among all dragons, possessing a natural suppressive power against this tower specifically designed to suppress dragons! Use your blood as a catalyst, force a resonance!” Upon
hearing this, David unhesitatingly shed his palm with the Dragon-ying Sword, sprinkling golden blood containing the pure essence of the Golden Dragon onto the barrier’s light screen! *
Sizzle!*
The blood, upon contact with the light screen, reacted like cold water dripping into hot oil, instantly boiling!
The runes on the light screen seemed to have encountered their nemesis; their light dimmed rapidly, and the sturdy barrier became as unstable as ripples on water.
“Now! Combine your strength, break!”
David roared, and the three of them unleashed their strongest attack once more, concentrating their strikes on the blood-stained area!
*Crack!
A sound like shattering ss rang out! The protective light barrier on the fifth floor was finally sted open, leaving a gaping hole!
“Go!”
David charged ahead, rushing into the fifth floor.
Cen Biqing and Lao Hei followed closely behind.
The fifth floor wasn’t a simple hall, but a constantly shifting,yered spatial maze!
Countless smooth, mirror-like walls stood, moved, disappeared, and reappeared, reflecting countless images of David and hispanions, making it dizzying and disorienting.
Distorted light and chaotic spatial fluctuations permeated the space.
“Hehe, hehe… Here theye again? With two helpers too?”
A childlike voice came from all directions, its source impossible to pinpoint.
“You cowardly coward, show yourself!”
Lao Hei roared, punching a wall.
Boom!
The wall shattered, but new walls immediately appeared behind it, seemingly endless.
“Useless, Lao Hei.”David scanned the maze with
his Heavenly Eye, attempting to decipher its patterns, but the spatialws contained within were extremely profound, making it difficult to unravel in a short time.
“This is my home turf! You can y slowly, y until you die!”
The voice was full of mockery.
Suddenly, countless distorted beams of light shot out simultaneously from the surrounding mirrored walls. These beams contained chaotic and disintegrating power, striking the three from various tricky angles!
The three immediately stood back to back, each using their own methods to defend. David’s sword intent swept across the maze, annihting the beams;
Cen Bi’s azure dragon breath formed a shield; Lao Hei, with his thick skin and tough flesh, withstood the attacks.
But the beams of light were endless, and as the maze shifted, the attacks became increasingly dense and the angles increasingly bizarre.
“We can’t just passively take this beating!”
David’s mind raced, recalling the spatial insights he gained in the fourth-floor alternate dimension, and the essence of the Demon Suppression Tower—it was formed from the natal demon core of a demon race grand lord, its core being thews of space!
“I understand!”
A sh of realization crossed David’s eyes. “This maze isn’t invincible! It also has a core node! Find it, and we can break the deadlock!”
He stopped blindly attacking the walls and insteadbined his divine sense with his Heavenly Eye, focusing all his energy on perceiving the flow of spatial energy throughout the maze.
He abandoned visual interference, relying solely on spatial perception to “see.”
A momentter, he suddenly opened his eyes, his Dragon-ying Sword pointing at a seemingly ordinary, constantly moving corner of the maze!
“There! Attack that point!”
Although Cen Biqing and Lao Hei didn’t understand, they trusted David implicitly and immediately changed direction, attacking the point David had pointed to with all their might!
Boom!
Thebined attack of the three of them urately struck the spatial node!
The entire spatial maze trembled violently, all the moving walls instantly stopped, and then shattered and disappeared like phantoms!
The true appearance of the fifth floor was revealed—a not-so-spacious stone chamber.
In the center of the chamber, squatting was a boy dressed in a floral dress, with a topknot, who looked only seven or eight years old.
But the boy’s eyes were filled with vicissitudes and cunning. His face was pale and a trace of blood was spilling from the corner of his mouth. Clearly, the destruction of the spatial maze had caused him to suffer a bacsh.