The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

Chapter 1404 407: The Pseudo-God's Downfall (Part 3)

"As you said," Luo Yan's voice came through clearly, with a hint of mockery, "even between divines, there exists a chasm as deep as the Abyss."

How eerily similar destiny can be.

That apprentice named Minos seemed to have met a similar end.

As the controller of the Thorne Association, Arist probably never imagined that he, who stood above thousands, would one day face the same fate after crushing that ant.

Gods may forgive those who are helpless and sincerely repentant, but they will never forgive the instigators who refuse to repent until death is upon them.

"You... when did you..." Arist spat blood from his mouth, staring fixedly at Colin, who was supposed to be in the deepest part of the Maze, "…appear there?"

"Is that the only question you wish to ask?"

Luo Yan smiled slightly, but in Arist's eyes, that smile was more frightening than a demon, as if he was a true Heavenly God.

"You're not the only one; there are many eyes in the Maze."

The voice was like a gentle breeze extinguishing a candle, snuffing out Arist's last sliver of hope.

Flames subsequently engulfed his entire body, and amidst his distorted wails, his soul was completely shattered.

A mass of gray mist surged from his body, attempting to escape.

However, it had only flown less than a meter before it was spotted by Youyou's keen eyes.

"Lord Demon King! It's the Divine of Chaos! Don't let it escape!"

Upon hearing this, Luo Yan didn't respond verbally but merely extended his right hand. The ethereal gray mist, like a candle struggling in the wind, was completely obliterated with a grasp of the Void.

Professor Arist apparently had only recently acquired the Divine granted by the Crown of Pride, and this Divine Power, which did not belong to him, had not yet solidified into true divinity.

Otherwise, he truly wouldn't have been able to handle it.

Meanwhile, a refined, pure energy, after being refined, silently integrated into his vast, tide-like Sea of Consciousness...

What followed was an unprecedented sense of clarity and refreshment.

Luo Yan immersed his consciousness into the Sea of Consciousness, briefly confirming his Attribute Panel.

[

ID: Luo Yan

Race: Human

Soul Level: Diamond (Level Limit 130)

Level: Level 118 (+7)

Constitution: 109 (+7)

Strength: 55 (+7)

Agility: 62 (+7)

Intelligence: 469 (+42)

Spirit: 449 (+42)

]

Unexpectedly, he had leveled up again.

And he had actually gained seven levels!

Although he hadn't broken through the Diamond Level bottleneck, he had moved significantly towards the Purple Crystal Level...

After confirming the Attribute Panel, Luo Yan didn't linger but immediately activated the ability of the "Butterfly of All Things," teleporting to the cave at the core of the Maze.

The situation here was worse than he had anticipated.

Arist's body had turned to ashes in the Black Flame, yet the collapse of the Maze had not ceased!

The confining space was filled with choking dust, and huge stones fell from the ceiling like raindrops.

The four skeletons of the "Yiye Zhiqu" team had long been smashed into pieces across the ground, with only a few fragments of equipment proving they once existed.

Luo Yan didn't feel sorry for them.

According to Youyou, they had long switched back to their original "game characters" and were currently celebrating their victory in the Great Graveyard.

Soon, they would receive the rewards for clearing the dungeon, rewards that would keep them happy for a good while.

Meanwhile, at the other end of the cave, the trial of the magic apprentices continued.

Hard and Bain were holding their magic wands aloft, jointly casting a Magic Shield, protecting themselves and their teammates behind them.

The shield was covered with spiderweb-like cracks from the impact of the giant stones, emitting groans of unbearable strain, ready to shatter completely at any moment.

"Damn it... Bain, haven't you eaten?! Put more effort in!"

"?? Do you have the nerve to say that to me? Didn't you brag to me that you were just a hair's breadth away from breaking through to Fine Steel Level? Is this all you've got!?"

"Enough! Think of something quickly! This Maze is going to collapse, and we'll all be buried alive!"

"By Saint Sis... I see no solution other than Saint Sis himself descending upon us!"

Though they complained and spoke discouraging words, not one of them dropped the precarious shield or abandoned their teammates to escape.

They were all students of Prince Colin.

Even if that title wasn't enough to keep them going, by coincidence or fate, not a single one of them was a coward.

Perhaps birds of a feather do flock together.

Behind the two bickering, Ilana was giving her all, trying to pull Ophelia from underneath a heavy fallen wall.

"Cough cough..."

Ophelia coughed up a mouthful of blood, her face as pale as paper.

Looking at the impending collapse of the Shield above, and Ilana's stubborn effort, as well as her own bloodied right leg, she forced a calm smile.

"Ilana... I... actually wanted to apologize to you."

"Don't talk, I don't want to hear it!" Ilana's voice broke with emotion, her usually composed face now revealing rare, unconcealable sorrow.

"No! I must say it... My Lord God has told me that this might be my last chance..."

Ophelia took a deep breath, her smile now bearing a touch of sincere regret, as though she were facing not only her colleague but also the Holy Light standing behind her.

"After uncovering Miss Lassitina's plot, I allowed anger and arrogance to cloud my judgment... I didn't tell you, nor did I inform the master. I decided on this adventure on my own accord, which almost led you into real danger."