Bai Ye paused for a moment, then curled his lips. It seemed he hadn't arrived late; on the contrary, perhaps he had arrived just in time?
As Bai Ye pondered, he swiftly crossed the corpses of thelickers, heading straight ahead. Reaching the end, he spotted an old-fashioned elevator, but the elevator itself was gone, leaving only a few iron cables hanging there.
Without hesitation, Bai Ye slid down the cables to the lower level, then lowered his stance and peeked outside.
It was a space similar to the upper level, but instead of glass jars, there were enormous rectangular metal boxes, each over three meters long. Black tubes connected to the sides of these boxes, leading to some unknown instruments.
"Is this where Tyrant is made?"
Bai Ye's question was soon answered.
A loud bang suddenly erupted, followed by a figure crashing into a metal box with a resounding thud.
The person appeared to be around twenty-five or twenty-six years old, clad in a red and black robe, with long hair tied up by a feathered crown. Two flying swords, one red and one black, hovered beside him!
This was clearly someone from the cultivation world.
Although flying swords could be obtained on the World Battlefield, with the battlefield having only recently opened, only people from the cultivation world would possess them.
Moreover, this person's attire looked exactly like that of a Kunlun disciple he had encountered before.
Simultaneously...
The ground around them began to tremble, and a colossal figure charged forward.
It was a giant zombie, nearly three meters tall. Its body was severely rotted, its back completely transformed into decaying flesh. Some parts of its body were pitted and hollowed out. A large hole was in its chest, with a mass of decaying flesh protruding outwards. Its heart was exposed, and one could clearly see it pulsating.
Furthermore, one of the zombie's arms had undergone extreme mutation, almost two-thirds the length of its body. Its hand had completely turned into decaying flesh, with claws resembling sharp talons, gleaming with a metallic luster.
Tyrant Prototype T-001!
Bai Ye's eyes lit up. He had finally found this fellow!
At the same time...
Tyrant charged towards the Kunlun disciple who had been smashed against the metal cabinet. It raised its massive claw, ready to bring it down upon his head.
Just as the Kunlun disciple's head was about to be split open, a red whip suddenly lashed out from behind, wrapping around Tyrant's arm.
"Junior Brother Mo, run!"
A clear female voice rang out, followed by a flash of sword light as a flying sword pierced Tyrant's back.
Bai Ye poked his head out slightly, following the sound to the side, and discovered that there weren't just one Kunlun disciple, but three.
On the other side were a male and a female Kunlun disciple.
The woman held a red whip, while the other man was wielding a silver flying sword.
The next moment, Tyrant let out an enraged roar. With a bellow, it dragged the whip, attempting to pull the woman towards it.
But in that instant...
The man who had been knocked into the metal cabinet gritted his teeth and grunted, "Hong Que, Hei Ya, attack!"
The red and black flying swords suddenly shot forward.
Tyrant raised its hand forcefully, swatting away the black flying sword, but...
*Puff!*
The red flying sword bypassed its arm and plunged directly into Tyrant's left eye, drawing a smear of dark blood.
Tyrant let out a pained howl and thrashed its arms wildly.
The three Kunlun disciples immediately leaped in different directions, widening the distance between themselves and Tyrant.
Then...
With a creak, Tyrant's claw swept across a side metal cabinet, slicing through it with ease.
"Junior Brother Mo, you go right. Junior Brother Yang, you go right. I'll cover your attacks."
"Understood, Senior Sister Lan!"
The woman seemed to be the leader. Upon receiving her command, the two men separated to the left and right, positioning themselves at Tyrant's flanks.
"Kunlun Spiritual Arts..."
"Sword Heart Communion..."
Both men simultaneously formed sword hand seals and pointed forward. The flying swords hovering beside them zipped forward.
Red, black, and silver—three streaks of sword light crisscrossed around Tyrant's body. Then, wounds began to appear on Tyrant's form, and dark blood splattered onto the ground.
Bai Ye shook his head. "That's not how you kill Tyrant. You have to hit the heart!"
Tyrant was different from ordinary zombies. While the head was the weak point of regular zombies, Tyrant's vital spot was the exposed, massive heart in its chest.
Therefore, even with powerful flying swords, if they didn't pierce the heart, any number of wounds would be useless to Tyrant.
However...
"The folks from the cultivation world are indeed strong."
Typically, at the beginning of the World Battlefield, most chosen ones could only scavenge for "junk" in ordinary areas to gradually equip themselves. Those from worlds already filled with combat or war-torn worlds could venture into dangerous zones.
As for forbidden zones, they were unthinkable; they usually meant certain death.
Yet, these three Kunlun disciples from the cultivation world had not only reached the deepest part but also had a high probability of defeating Tyrant.
Bai Ye could only say that the foundational combat capabilities of different worlds were truly unfair. When first entering the World Battlefield, chosen ones from the cultivation world had a significant advantage.
So then...
Bai Ye licked his lips. Should he do something now?
Bai Ye had no intention of handing Tyrant over. However, the current situation was a bit troublesome for him.
The best way to deal with people from the cultivation world was to prevent them from using their sword techniques and dharma spells. But these three had already begun their attacks, and facing three of them simultaneously, Bai Ye couldn't suppress them all.
Besides that, Tyrant was also a dangerous factor.
"Then, let's go by the old rule!" Bai Ye grinned. "When in doubt, draw!"
With a thought, Bai Ye casually waved his hand to the side. A ripple appeared in the air, and a massive gashapon machine materialized beside him.
The gashapon machine allowed three draws every 24 hours. Bai Ye had only used two draws so far, leaving one last chance.
"Gashapon machine god, bless me with a gold capsule. A red one would be fine too!"
Bai Ye muttered to himself, grabbing a capsule from the machine, then looked at it with disdain.
It was a green capsule!
The higher the grade of the capsule, the better the item it contained. A green capsule was only the second-to-last tier.
However, when Bai Ye opened the capsule, his eyes instantly lit up!
This item was perfectly suited for the current situation.