Chapter 120: Fall of a Demigod

In mid-flight.

Some of Dakra's attacks landed on Gune, but more struck the channel walls.

The entire passage shook violently from the explosions.

"Senior Mandas, save me!" Gune shouted loudly.

His voice spread throughout the channel.

"You can shout until your throat tears, no one will come to save you." Dakra, pursuing from behind, sneered coldly.

No sooner had Dakra's voice fallen than—

Boom...

Boom...

Boom...

One after another, divine power erupted from the small passages on both sides of the channel.

Earlier, these reclusive experts had sensed the commotion.

But such battles were normal, and they usually paid no heed.

Now, however, the battle's disturbance had directly extended into their own caverns.

They had also heard the shouts.

"Mandas" they knew, a demigod of their own faction.

And now, someone from their faction had been chased all the way to their cultivation retreat—how could this be tolerated?

Immediately, seven or eight demigods erupted with divine power.

In an instant, the aura of divine power permeated every part of the channel.

"This... how is this possible?"

Dakra was stunned, his eyes wide.

Earlier, the boy had shouted repeatedly but no one intervened; now, suddenly, so many demigods appeared.

He now understood: the boy had been bluffing before, and this place was the real rescue point.

In his eagerness to pursue, he had charged straight into the enemy's lair.

"Damn it!" Trembling with fear, Dakra immediately stopped chasing.

At that moment, a thick, heavy sword aura thrust through the air.

"Bang!"

It collided with Dakra's dark energy sphere.

A demigod wielding a demigod-level greatsword appeared in the channel.

And that damned Saint-level brat was hiding right behind that demigod.

At the same time, at the entrance of the channel, four demigods also entered the wide passage.

He had chased too deep and was now firmly blocked in by these demigods.

"Go!"

Without daring to pause, Dakra turned and flew madly outward.

Even with four demigods blocking the exit, he had to break through; otherwise, he would surely die in battle today.

"You dare charge in, and still think you can leave?"

The four demigods guarding the channel sneered.

Boom, boom, boom...

Immediately, violent explosions erupted and spread throughout the channel.

The entire passage shook violently, and large chunks of rubble collapsed from above.

Mandas looked at the battle zone, then at Gune, but did not join the fight.

"Everyone, this is all a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding!"

Amid the slaughter, Dakra's voice rang out, full of pleading.

"Misunderstanding? Heh... Stop first, and let us examine your soul properly."

"Exactly, surrender directly, and let us seal your soul first."

"Fighting back so fiercely and calling it a misunderstanding—I think you want us to stop so you can escape."

"Forget it, kill him first and talk later."

Under the four-on-one assault, Dakra screamed in agony.

Even the cavern in the battle zone collapsed, and the falling rocks were pulverized into dust.

Half a minute later, the battle gradually drew to a close.

Four against one—Dakra had no power to resist.

"You leave me no choice." In despair, Dakra roared in intimidation.

"Heh... It's been a while since I saw a demigod self-destruct. Go ahead, if you can take one of us with you, you win." A cold voice spoke—it was a peak demigod.

Even one-on-one, he could beat Dakra senseless; four-on-one, even if Dakra self-destructed, he couldn't kill any of them.

After another ten-plus seconds, the despairing Dakra finally chose to self-destruct.

Boom—

A ferocious wave carrying the essence of divine power swept outward.

The four besieging demigods had anticipated this and joined forces to block the power of his self-destruction.

"Whew..."

Feeling Dakra's self-destruction and his aura dissipate, Gune breathed a sigh of relief.

He had been too aggrieved being chased by that demigod; now, having lured him to his death, Gune felt avenged.

"What exactly happened?"

After the demigod died, Mandas looked at Gune and asked solemnly.

After a moment's deliberation, Gune began to explain:

"I have a treasure that can detect the locations of some unknown treasures."

"Seeing how mysterious the Darkmoor Lamp Island is, I planned to explore some deeper areas to see if there was anything good."

"But instead of finding anything, I was targeted by a very powerful peak fourth-stage Ancestral Spirit."

"After a fight, I killed him."

When Gune reached this point, Mandas's expression shifted slightly.

"You killed a peak fourth-stage Ancestral Spirit?"

"Mm." Gune nodded.

"The gap between Saint and Ancestral Spirit is huge; I didn't expect Gune to kill a peak fourth-stage Ancestral Spirit. His strength is not to be underestimated," Mandas thought to himself.

"He was strong, but he still died by my hand."

"At that moment, I sensed something was wrong and hurried back, but I was still intercepted by that demigod. Under his relentless pursuit, I eventually escaped back."

"You escaped back while being chased by a demigod?"

This time, Mandas was visibly moved.

If it were a Divine Envoy or Ancestral Spirit escaping a demigod's pursuit, that would not be surprising.

But Gune was a Saint.

The vast difference in divine power was one hurdle.

And the leap to the demigod realm was another huge threshold.

With such a massive gap, Gune had still managed to escape from a demigod of no mean strength.

Such skill was almost unimaginable to him.

"Once this kid becomes a demigod, he'll probably be at the peak of demigodhood," Mandas thought, narrowing his eyes.

"Mandas, your people really know how to cause trouble." At that moment, a demigod's voice came from ahead.

Mandas smiled and said loudly, "Thank you all for your help. I'll find a chance to gather with you another day."

Then the several demigods dispersed.

Mandas looked at Gune. "Alright, this place isn't something you can just explore casually. Besides, you're still only at the Saint level. Those demigods have the strength to hunt you down. Don't take any more risks going out."

"Mm, I understand." Gune nodded solemnly.

After exchanging a few words with Mandas, Gune returned to his own chamber.

"Whew..."

Sitting cross-legged on the cultivation seat, Gune let out a long breath.

"Finally got it without a hitch. I hope Ahtov's legacy doesn't disappoint me."