Chapter 45

The Abyss Elevator!

Kunlun Mountains, behind Death Valley.

The night was as dark as ink, and the cold wind howled.

The once desolate Gobi Desert is now illuminated as brightly as day by countless high-powered searchlights.

There's a guard every three steps and a sentry every five steps.

Heavily armed soldiers surrounded the area completely.

Even in the sky, two armed helicopters were hovering at low altitude, the loud sound of their rotors making one's eardrums ache.

And right in the center of the camp.

A massive drilling platform is roaring to life.

"Quickly! Reinforce the well wall! Grout!"

"What about the sonar monitoring? Are those two big guys still crashing?"

"Report! The impact frequency has increased! The rock layer is now less than five meters thick!"

The scene was in chaos.

Everyone's face was filled with fear and anxiety.

Just then.

A black, bulletproof SUV, like a steel beast, roared into the camp.

With a sudden stop, it came to a smooth halt next to the drilling platform.

The car door opened.

A foot wearing a black tactical boot stepped onto the gravel ground.

Followed by.

Jiang Han, dressed in a black, tight-fitting combat suit and carrying a long sword, stepped down.

The cold wind ruffled the stray hairs on his forehead, revealing a pair of eyes as cold as ice.

"He's here! He's here!"

"It's Jiang Han! It really is him!"

"My God, that aura...it's even scarier than it looks on TV!"

A commotion broke out among the surrounding soldiers and workers.

All eyes were on the young man.

Awe, worship, curiosity...

"Mr. Jiang! God! You've finally come!"

A blond, blue-eyed foreigner wearing a white lab coat stumbled over.

It's Dr. William.

Chief expert of the International Center for Research on Abnormal Biology.

At this moment, his once arrogant face was covered in cold sweat and madness.

"Quick! Look at this!"

Dr. William grabbed Jiang Han and pointed to a monitor next to him, his fingers trembling violently.

"This is unbelievable...it's like a scene from hell..."

Jiang Han shook off his hand and walked to the monitor.

The screen displays a view of the bottom of the well.

That's a place hundreds of meters underground.

The two enormous "black and white demons" were clinging to the rocks at the top of the cave like two frightened geckos.

Their bodies were trembling violently.

It made a mournful "woo-woo" sound.

And in the deep water beneath them...

Jiang Han's pupils suddenly contracted.

A coffin.

A huge, bronze-colored coffin.

It is quietly floating in the middle of the water!

It neither sank nor floated up.

It just floated there eerily.

Around the coffin, countless pale white shadows were moving about.

They're those white-clad thugs!

They surrounded the coffin like guards, their distorted faces displaying a kind of... pilgrimage-like fervor!

"What is that?"

Li Zhenhua also came over and gasped when he saw this scene.

"That's... our ancestors."

Jiang Han's voice was a little strained.

He could sense it.

The Qilin tattoo on his chest looked like it was about to catch fire.

That's a reaction to encountering an entity of the same or even higher level!

The source of fear beneath the water that terrifies the Black and White Duo...

It's nothing else.

It's this coffin!

"Has the well been drilled?"

Jiang Han turned his head and asked.

"It's working...it's working!"

Dr. William stammered, "But it's too narrow! Only two meters in diameter! And the air pressure below is extremely high; an ordinary person would explode and die instantly if they went down..."

"Open the floodgates."

Jiang Han interrupted him.

He walked to the well.

It was a bottomless black hole.

A cold, foul wind blew out from inside, carrying a strong stench of corpses.

That's the breath of hell.

"Jiang Han!"

Li Zhenhua suddenly called out to him.

"Do we really have to go down?"

"That coffin...it looks very eerie."

Jiang Han turned around and glanced at the old general who had been protecting him all along.

Suddenly I laughed.

He laughed wildly.

"Strange?"

"Old general, have you forgotten what I do?"

Jiang Han reached out and gripped the hilt of the knife behind his back.

With a "clang".

The black gold ancient sword was drawn half an inch from its sheath, its cold light gleaming.

"My life's work is dedicated to curing evil spirits."

Done.

He leaped into the air.

Like a black falcon, it leaped into that bottomless vertical shaft without hesitation!

Whoosh whoosh whoosh—!

The wind howled in my ears as I plummeted downwards.

Darkness instantly engulfed everything.

[Ding! Host detected entering high-risk area!]

[Mission begins!]

Current depth: -50 meters... -100 meters...

Jiang Han adjusted his posture, his entire body like a cannonball, piercing straight towards the earth's core.

Nearly.

closer.

The nauseating, fishy stench grew stronger and stronger.

The oppressive feeling from ancient times grew stronger and stronger.

at last.

A faint light appeared at the edge of the field of vision.

That's the surface of an underground lake!

as well as……

Those two enormous vertical pupils, shining in the darkness, filled with fear and anticipation!

"roar--!"

Seeing Jiang Han land.

The black corpse demon (great dragon) actually let out a roar that sounded like a cry.

It charged forward recklessly, its huge head almost touching the bottom of the well.

It wanted to catch Jiang Han!

boom!

A muffled thud.

Jiang Han landed steadily on the dragon head covered in scales.

He knelt on one knee, plunged the black gold ancient sword into the gap between the scales, and steadied himself.

"What are you yelling for?"

"It's so noisy."

Jiang Han straightened up and slapped the dragon head.

The previously frenzied beast instantly calmed down after that slap.

It obediently lowered its head, allowing the tiny human to stand on its head.

This moment.

Ground command center.

Everyone watching the monitor held their breath.

on the screen.

The man stood atop a black dragon, wielding a long sword, hovering above the abyss.

And at his feet.

That strange bronze hanging coffin seemed to sense something.

creak-

A sickening scraping sound was clearly transmitted throughout the entire camp via the radio equipment.

Coffin lid...

Moved!