What they were facing was an enemy that had already undergone unknown evolution, becoming even more terrifying.
This deduction was like a block of eternal ice, instantly freezing the deathly still air in the cave.
The Enders warriors gripped their weapons in unison, the confusion in their eyes quickly replaced by a more determined killing intent.
If the enemy has become stronger, it means they need to carry out their mission of ending with greater resolve and power.
In the silence, only Lin En’s mind remained like a lighthouse in the storm, unconsumed by the waves of fear and despair.
He broke the suffocating silence, his gaze passing over the complex expressions of the crowd, locking firmly onto Magis’s mountain-like back.
He asked the most crucial and practical question:
“Lord Magis, since you know the source of Wither Fever, is there a way… to cure it?”
His voice was calm and clear, like a precise scalpel cutting through chaotic emotions, striking directly at the core of the issue.
“Or, when the Lord of Boundaries bestowed this weapon, was an antidote left behind as well?”
“Antidote?”
Magis slowly turned around.
On his chiseled face, there was a brief and bitter smile, as if he had heard the most naive joke in the world.
“My lord only bestowed weapons, never gave an antidote.”
He shook his head slowly, crimson eyes filled with millennia of exhaustion and pain.
“The Power of the Isolated Remains is the annihilation of life itself. It recognizes no foe or ally, only consuming vitality. That is why I must personally guard it.”
He paused, raising his hand to point at the terrifying sacred relic floating in the void, devouring all light.
His voice was hoarse.
“My ancestor was the first to be consumed by the power leaked from the relic when leading the clan to set up the Wither Fever core formation. His body turned to ash in an instant, not even a trace of soul remained.”
This cruel fact made Elena and Elaine gasp in unison.
Magis’s gaze swept over them, finally returning to Lin En’s face.
He spoke, word by word:
“We are not guarding a relic. We are guarding a black hole that indiscriminately devours all life! Antidote? There is no such thing. How could there be no price for using the power of a god? We ourselves are the price!”
These words fell like a heavy hammer, striking everyone’s heart.
However, Lin En’s brows only furrowed tighter.
He immediately caught a key point, calmly pressing on:
“If its power is so strong, then why has it not completely destroyed the Flesh Broodmother after a thousand years?”
This question snapped Elaine back to attention.
Indeed, with such terrifying power, why had it become a thousand-year tug-of-war?
The pain in Magis’s eyes deepened, as if the question had touched a powerless place deep in his soul.
“Because of where it parasitized.”
His voice was filled with indescribable frustration.
“The Hall of Life, once the purest convergence of the Goddess of Life’s power. The Flesh Broodmother… its core is rooted deep within the hall, like a venomous parasitic womb, constantly eroded by the power of the Isolated Remains, yet also drawing life from the hall’s residual essence to repair itself.”
It was as if he was unloading a thousand years of burden, revealing the most central secret to outsiders for the first time:
“A thousand years of struggle—both the Isolated Remains and the Hall of Life’s essence are being consumed. It’s an endless tug-of-war. We do not know if one day the Broodmother will be destroyed when the hall’s power is exhausted, or if the relic’s power will wither away first…”
The weight of this information was overwhelming, leaving Elena and the Enders’ warriors still digesting the despair of the deadlock.
But the words ‘Hall of Life’ were like a bolt of creation lightning, instantly splitting the fog in Lin En and Elaine’s minds!
“Hall of Life!”
“And the purest power of life!”
The two of them almost simultaneously raised their heads, seeing the same burning, air-igniting light in each other’s eyes!
What is Wither Fever?
The ender of life!
So what can restrain it?
The answer was self-evident—the creator of life!
Elaine was so excited even his beard trembled. The chief alchemist, usually calm for a lifetime, could not restrain his emotions at this moment.
“Exactly! The power of life! It is the source of creation, the complete opposite of Wither Fever! If we can obtain it… if we can, not only could we suppress Wither Fever, but even making a true Life Elixir to revive the dead and flesh from bones is not impossible!”
Hope!
Beneath layer after layer of despair, an unprecedented, immense hope surged forth!
Lin En took a step forward, his eyes blazing as he looked at Magis, proposing the only and most efficient way to break the deadlock in his view, with a decisiveness as cold as steel:
“In that case, the plan is clear. We take the initiative, break into the Hall of Life, destroy the Flesh Broodmother completely before the relic’s power is exhausted! Then, we take the purest life power and use it to make the antidote!”
To Lin En, this plan was a perfect logical loop, the optimal solution to all problems!
However, as soon as his words fell—
“Silence!!!”
A thunderous roar exploded from Magis’s mouth, shaking the entire cave so violently the crystals in the ceiling rattled!
He spun suddenly, crimson eyes glaring at Lin En, all exhaustion and pain vanished, replaced by a soul-shaking, taboo anger!
“Foolish! Arrogant!”
Magis’s voice was filled with murderous rage.
“Do you think that is some treasure you can just pick up? That is the source of the curse! The origin of our clan’s downfall! And you… you actually want to take the initiative to touch it?!”
Not only Magis.
Behind him, the High Priestess Elena, who had stood silent like a statue, also suddenly opened her eyes.
Her voice was as cold as ancient ice, every word carrying irrefutable authority:
“Outsider, you do not understand the burden and shackles we bear. The Hall of Life is our people’s sacred ground, and also a place of shame. No one may desecrate it for any reason!”
“Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!”
A series of crisp metallic sounds rang out as Enders warriors instantly pointed their weapons at Lin En’s group, killing intent filling the air.
The atmosphere of united opposition vanished in an instant!
Magis, like a moving iron mountain, stomped forward, his massive frame a wall that could not be crossed, blocking Lin En’s path.
Each word was squeezed from between his teeth:
“You want to enter the Forbidden Zone? Then step over my corpse first!”
Before the words faded, the terrifying aura of a Warchief burst from him, as if mountains of corpses and seas of blood filled the air!
But this time, his actions were even more decisive, even more deadly!
Clang—!
A metallic ring, sharp enough to pierce eardrums, rang out as Magis drew a long battle blade from his waist.
The blade was an eerie black, as if it absorbed all light, with no ornate engravings, only natural, irregular dark cracks like those formed in stone.
As it was drawn, Lin En felt the very elements of the space around them freeze unnaturally.
Elaine’s face turned ashen, his lips trembling as he uttered two words:
“Silence effect… …An Obsidian Spellbreaker Blade!”
That was not just a weapon—it was the bane of all casters! Any magical shield constructed from mana was as fragile as paper before it, and even a warrior’s battle energy armor could be easily cut and dispelled!
Yet Magis’s preparation was only the beginning.
As he drew his blade, the High Priestess Elena, who had entered with them, finally moved.
She opened her palm with cold grace.
In her hand rested a small amount of black powder, darker than night, ground to perfection and infused with void energy—Obsidian Dust.
She blew gently into the air.
“Magic Vacuum.”
No earth-shaking phenomenon, no runes filling the sky.
The black dust vanished instantly, as if blending into the air.
The next moment, a suffocating sense of severance fell upon everyone!
Elaine’s eyes widened in shock, realizing that his connection to the active alchemical elements around him had been forcibly cut by an invisible force!
Fiona also let out a muffled groan.
She felt the battle energy flowing in her body become heavy and sluggish, as if filled with lead, its power suppressed by more than half!
This—this was the most terrifying Dark Elf tactic!
The High Priestess unleashes [Magic Vacuum], severely disrupting all spellcasting and energy systems.
Then the Warchief, wielding the [Obsidian Spellbreaker Blade], slaughters without mercy!
One seals all the supernatural, the other cuts down all who remain!