Bai Ye paused for a moment, then a smile touched his lips. It seemed he hadn't arrived late, but rather at the perfect time.
Thinking this, Bai Ye swiftly stepped over the corpses of the Lickers, heading forward. Upon reaching the end, he found an old-fashioned elevator, but it was gone, leaving only a few cables hanging there.
Without hesitation, Bai Ye slid down the cables and then crept forward, peering outside.
It was a space similar to the upper level, but instead of glass jars, there were massive rectangular metal containers, each over three meters long. Black tubes were connected to these containers, leading to unknown instruments on the side.
"Is this where the Tyrant is made?"
Bai Ye's question was soon answered.
A deafening roar suddenly erupted, followed by a figure slamming into a metal container with a tremendous crash.
The person appeared to be in their mid-twenties, clad in a red and black robe, with long hair tied up by a feather crown. Two flying swords, one red and one black, hovered beside them!
This was clearly someone from the cultivation world.
While flying swords could be obtained on the World Battlefield, with the battlefield having only recently opened, only those from the cultivation world would possess them.
Furthermore, this person's attire strongly resembled that of the Kunlun disciples Bai Ye had encountered before.
Simultaneously…
The ground 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 covered in decaying flesh, and some parts were pockmarked. A large hole marred its chest, with a mass of corrupted flesh protruding outwards. Its heart was exposed, and it was clearly visible pulsating.
At the same time, one of the zombie's arms had mutated significantly, almost two-thirds the length of its body. Its hand had become a mass of decayed flesh, with claws like sharp talons that gleamed with a metallic sheen.
Tyrant Prototype T-001!
Bai Ye's eyes lit up. He had finally found it!
At the same moment…
The Tyrant lunged at the Kunlun disciple who had been thrown against the metal cabinet. It raised its massive claw, preparing to strike down.
Just as the Kunlun disciple's head was about to be cleaved open, a red whip suddenly lashed out from behind, ensnaring the Tyrant's arm.
"Junior Brother Mo, run!"
A crisp female voice rang out, followed by a flash of sword light as a flying sword pierced the Tyrant's back.
Bai Ye cautiously peeked out and looked to the side, discovering that there wasn't just one Kunlun disciple, but three.
On the other side, there were a male and a female Kunlun disciple.
The woman held a red whip, while the other man controlled a silver flying sword.
The next instant, the Tyrant roared in fury. With a growl, it dragged the whip, attempting to pull the woman towards it.
But in that very moment…
The man who had been smashed against the metal cabinet gritted his teeth and bellowed, "Hong Que, Hei Ya, attack!"
The red and black flying swords suddenly shot forward.
The Tyrant raised its hand, swatting away the black flying sword. But…
*Splat!*
The red flying sword bypassed its arm and plunged directly into the Tyrant's left eye, drawing a stream of dark blood.
The Tyrant let out a pained roar and flailed its arms wildly.
The three Kunlun disciples leaped in different directions, creating distance between themselves and the Tyrant.
Then…
With a creak, the Tyrant's claw swept across a side metal cabinet, slicing through it with ease.
"Junior Brother Mo, you go left. 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 orders, the two men spread out to the Tyrant's flanks.
"Kunlun Spiritual Arts…"
"Sword Heart Communion…"
Simultaneously, they formed hand seals and gestured forward. The flying swords hovering beside them surged ahead.
Red, black, and silver – three streaks of sword light crisscrossed around the Tyrant's body. Wounds began to appear on the Tyrant, and dark blood splattered onto the ground.
Bai Ye shook his head, "That's not how you kill a Tyrant. You have to aim for the heart!"
Unlike ordinary zombies, whose vital spot was the head, the Tyrant's weakness was its exposed, massive heart in its chest.
Therefore, no matter how sharp the flying swords were, unless they pierced the heart, any number of wounds would be useless to the Tyrant.
However…
"The folks from the cultivation world are indeed strong."
When the World Battlefield first opened, most chosen ones could only scavenge "junk" in ordinary areas to equip themselves bit by bit. Those from worlds already filled with combat or war-torn worlds could venture into dangerous zones.
As for the forbidden zones, those were unthinkable, usually a death sentence.
Yet, these three Kunlun disciples from the cultivation world had not only reached the deepest parts but also seemed highly likely to defeat the Tyrant.
Bai Ye could only comment that the fundamental combat capabilities of different worlds were indeed 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 the Tyrant over easily. However, the current situation presented a problem for him.
The best way to deal with people from the cultivation world was to prevent them from casting their sword techniques and Daoist spells. But these three had already begun, and facing three opponents simultaneously, Bai Ye couldn't suppress them all.
Furthermore, the Tyrant was a dangerous factor.
"Alright, let's stick to the old rule!" Bai Ye grinned. "When in doubt, take a spin!"
With a thought, Bai Ye casually waved his hand to the side. Ripples appeared in the air, and a large gashapon machine materialized beside him.
The gashapon machine allowed three draws every 24 hours. Bai Ye had only used two draws so far, leaving him with one last chance.
"Gashapon machine god, bless me with a golden capsule! A red one would be acceptable too if that's not possible!"
Bai Ye mumbled as he grabbed a capsule from the machine, then looked at it with disdain.
It was a green capsule!
The more advanced the capsule, the better the contents. A green capsule was only the second-to-last tier.
However, when Bai Ye opened the capsule, his eyes lit up instantly!
This was exactly what he needed for the current situation.