It’s a strange invasion, is it okay for me to fight back?

Chapter 695 Wind Feather Descends to the Underworld

Only Windfeather can reach the deepest part of the abyss. Any other creatures are either stripped of their cards or stripped of their five senses, even those created by the mother nest hatched by Windfeather.

After everyone stayed where they were for a while and seeing that Feng Ling was not coming back, Huangfu Miaomiao suggested that they go upstairs to wait.

Because once you're inside the abyss, life will slowly slip away unnoticed.

The group walked uphill, returned to the vicinity of the statue, and rested.

To help the Flower Crown Fairy recover faster, Ye Zheng pricked his finger and let it suck his blood.

Pei Xianjue picked up her phone to look at the photos she had taken along the way, seemingly preparing a detailed work report with pictures and text.

Ling Feiran's gaze swept across everyone's faces, and she saw no worry or sorrow on anyone's face. Everyone seemed to have complete confidence in Feng Ling.

Ling Feiran had always known that Feng Ling was very strong, but this knowledge mostly came from various media reports and rumors she heard from others. Now that she was actually part of the team and felt this trust and peace, she suddenly felt happy for no reason.

Peace of mind, warmth, companionship and mutual support like family—isn't this exactly what she's been searching for?

Ling Feiran has always wanted a home.

She had no home in the orphanage, she had no home after being adopted, and she wanted to build a family through marriage and have many "family members" after being with Feng Shao, but in the end, she still had no home.

Ling Feiran looked at Pashan beside her.

Pashan seemed to sense something and looked up at her blankly.

She reached out and ruffled the messy hair on Pasan's head, her smile gentle. She didn't say a word, but it conveyed her sincere feelings: I will try my best to be a good mother, protect you, and take care of you... We will have a wonderful home.

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Feng Ling raced through one gate after another.

With each gate she passed, a piece of jewelry would turn to sand and disappear. When she passed the seventh gate, she no longer had any dazzling jewelry on her body.

Feng Ling looked down; after passing the seventh gate, the fog dissipated, revealing a wide-open view of fine sand below.

Unlike the sand in the desert, the sand here is finer and duller in color, as if the whole world has been stripped of its color, presenting a gray tone.

A world devoid of color and life.

Feng Ling continued down the steps, the last stone step submerged in gray sand and gravel. Ashes of varying sizes floated in the air, slowly drifting to both sides with the air currents created by her steps.

As you continue forward, the sand beneath your feet transforms into solid stone bricks, and in the air, in addition to ash, you see broken pillars, shattered statues, and fragmented black crystals.

It's as if a palace has been smashed into ruins and then abandoned here.

"It has quite an atmosphere," Feng Ling muttered to herself, walking around and looking around to see if there were any traps.

Perhaps because it was a solo dungeon, the difficulty was lowered. Fengling didn't encounter any traps, monsters, or even a dungeon boss.

As she was wondering, she took a few steps around the huge pillar floating in front of her and suddenly saw a woman in front of her!
She looks exactly like the goddess of spring and life, wearing a flower wreath, with her eyes closed and her long hair like thick green algae.

However, the lower half is no longer in the shape of a flower bud or heart, but rather a black tulle skirt with a very large hem.

The black gauze was layered upon layered, and the ends of each layer looked like ashes after being burned, gray with a hint of char.

This long dress, made from ashes, symbolizes the end and demise of all things, and eternal silence.

Feng Ling pulled out a grenade and slowly walked around the edge, preparing to find an angle to engage the enemy.

When she circled around to the side of the maze boss, she discovered that there was another woman behind the boss. She had pale skin and long, jet-black hair. The goddess of spring wore a beautiful flower wreath, while this goddess wore a cold obsidian mask.

Feng Ling suddenly realized, "So they're conjoined twins... The one behind must be Death." Ereshkigal, the god of winter and death, ruler of the underworld, legislator and judge of the world of the dead.

However, in this game, she shares a body with Inanna, representing the two sides of destruction and creation.

Feng Ling saw that she was holding a scepter in her left hand. As she continued to walk around, she saw her right hand, palm up, with an inconspicuous spindle floating above the palm of the Grim Reaper.

"They actually analyzed it correctly, there really is a spindle." Feng Ling was amazed. "Judging from this design, with a scepter and a spindle, two weapons, there must be at least two skills, right?"

Feng Ling pulled the pin on the grenade from a distance of more than 20 meters and threw it with force!
"Never mind, let's fry it up and see how it goes!"

She threw the grenade and ran away.

boom!!!
Dust filled the air!

The area already had a lot of sand and ash, and when the grenade exploded, the dust became even more intense.

As Feng Ling ran, she covered her mouth and nose, and heard a woman crying behind her. The crying was unusually sharp and echoed, lingering in the air.

Feng Ling ran for a while, then stopped and looked back at the location of the Boss.

The dust kicked up by the explosion was slowly settling, creating a hazy atmosphere. The maze boss remained motionless amidst the swirling dust, and its cries gradually subsided.

Feng Ling couldn't help but wonder if she had run too far, which was why the Boss wasn't reacting to her attacks.

Somewhat helpless, she had no choice but to run back.

Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that the maze boss was completely unharmed.

To be precise, it was the winter goddess among the two sisters who was not injured.

Meanwhile, the goddess of spring not only had burn marks from the explosion on her body, but was also still sobbing with her face covered, and there were also life seeds scattered all over the ground.

This wasn't the Spring Maze, and she didn't know if the Life Seeds that dropped were usable, so Feng Ling didn't go close to pick them up. Instead, she kept a distance of several dozen meters from the Maze Boss, looking him up, down, left, and right.

The cold-faced, black-haired goddess statue was a dead person, completely motionless, not even breathing.

"The bomb isn't working... Strange, there's no reaction at all. Could it be that Death is still asleep and hasn't woken up yet?" Feng Ling was quite puzzled.

Then she remembered what Huangfu Miaomiao had said before she left:
"Only by stripping away can the soul be measured."

Feng Ling paused to ponder, "Soul...weighing the soul...the Grim Reaper wants to judge the soul, so does that mean the attack must come from the soul to be considered an effective attack?"

Unsure, she pulled out one of her tentacles, intending to give it a try.

Her strength lies in her willingness to try new things. If she makes a mistake, she'll find another way; it's no big deal.

She aimed at Death's obsidian mask and swung her tentacle in a fierce vertical slash!

Bang!
The Grim Reaper, who had been motionless just moments before, suddenly raised his hand, using his scepter to block the steel blade tentacles of the Wind Feather! The sound of hard metal striking lapis lazuli was like a blow to a piece of lapis lazuli!

Feng Ling exclaimed in surprise, "So it really did think that grenades had no soul."

Before he finished speaking, Death raised his other hand, which held a spindle.

Ye Zheng had warned her to be careful of the spindle, and without knowing the weapon's purpose, Feng Ling felt it was better to be cautious. She immediately retracted her tentacles and quickly retreated.

At that moment, a pitch-black rectangle appeared directly in front of Death's body, as if a door to another dimension had been opened. Then, an ugly centipede monster emerged from the rectangle.

Feng Ling was stunned.

Why did she feel like this centipede looked familiar?