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

Chapter 697 This Spindle

“That shouldn’t be the case,” Pei Xianjue said, frowning. “In a one-on-one situation, the difficulty of killing should definitely be easier.”

"And she also brought grenades," Lin Pengpeng added.

Huangfu Miaomiao gazed longingly down into the abyss. "It must be too far. I didn't hear the grenade explode. Sigh, I wonder how Feng Ling is doing down there."

Ye Zheng paced back and forth with a grim face, then asked Huangfu Miaomiao, "If...if Feng Ling can't beat the other party, do you think she'll come to us for help, or will she fight it out?"

Huangfu Miaomiao was stumped by the question and couldn't say a word.

She felt it depended on Feng Ling's mood—when he was in a good mood, things would naturally be more reasonable, but if things got heated and he got carried away, then it was hard to say…

Ling Feiran was worried about Feng Ling and suggested, "Shall I go down and take a look?"

Huangfu Miaomiao sighed helplessly, "I'm not trying to stop you, but it's no use going down there. The Seven Gates will strip the cards from our bodies. Only the main card can be retained. Once the other cards are stripped, our five senses will be stripped away. If we lose our sense of smell and taste, that's not so bad, but if we are deprived of our sense of sight and touch, it's no different from being dead."

Ye Zheng said, "Waiting like this isn't a solution. How about this, we wait another half hour, and if Feng Ling still doesn't come back, we'll have Fei Fei go down and check on her."

Ling Feiran nodded, "I have six cards that can pass through five gates. If I'm lucky enough, I might be able to retain my sight and touch after passing through the sixth and seventh gates and reach the bottom of the abyss."

Pei Xianjue and Lin Pengpeng both nodded.

"Alright, whether it can help or not, we should give it a try."

"Yes, it's better than just waiting around like this."

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At this moment, Feng Ling was killing locusts at the bottom of the abyss, an endless swarm of locusts.

After killing the locusts, kill the bat monsters; after killing the bat monsters, kill the white dragon; after killing the white dragon, kill the alien species; after killing the alien species, kill the lizards; after killing the lizards, kill the Naga again; after killing the Naga, continue killing the alien species; kill the alien species; kill the alien species... an endless stream of alien species!
Feng Ling almost vomited from killing so much!

Physiological nausea, vomiting caused by a lot of repetitive movements!
She finally understood why this particular maze was designed as a one-on-one battle; if it were a team battle, the number of monsters to kill would be several times greater.

By the end, Feng Ling was completely exhausted.

She stopped looking at how many black rectangles Death summoned, and just kept waving her tentacles, hacking all the living things she could see into pieces!

The serpent's claws were stuck in the ashes, its tentacles stirring up dust, repeatedly defeating the army of the dead summoned by the Grim Reaper, in a never-ending cycle!

Dust filled the surroundings, and the ashes piled up thicker and thicker. If the corpses did not turn to ashes, this place would be nothing short of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

Feng Ling relentlessly slaughtered in the lower reaches of the Underworld, until her mind went blank, until she forgot about time, until her movements became almost mechanical, until finally—

All the ash in the air came to a standstill.

The hand that Death held high, raising its spindle, had somehow lowered itself, and the goddess of spring had stopped weeping. Everything around them was silent.

has it ended?

Feng Ling looked ahead.

The twin goddesses remained standing in the same spot.

Winter and the God of Death's bodies began to petrify, turning into the same lapis lazuli texture as the scepter in their hands. On the other side, Spring and the God of Life ceased to breathe, their thick, green algae-covered hair gradually drying up and losing its luster.

A card slowly emerged, gleaming faintly in the gray air.

Feng Ling did not step forward immediately.

She shook the serpent's head to calm it down—it had been fighting for too long and was now quite agitated. This was truly strenuous work; she had never fought for so long before.

Once she had calmed down a bit, Feng Ling started walking forward. When she saw the card floating in the air, her first thought was that it wasn't worth it.

She killed for so long and only got one card, just one!
At least we solved both the spring and winter mazes—two of them! Why are we only getting one card?!

Even though she doesn't lack cards right now, is this fair? Huh?!
As Feng Ling approached, the image on the card was a sprouting bud, clearly representing the goddess of spring.

In other words, the Death Goddess from the Twin Goddesses did not have any cards extracted.

Frustrated, Feng Ling put the Spring Goddess card into the Squirrel Card Pack, circled the Twin Goddess statues, and felt quite unwilling.

We can't just leave like this.

Death is dead, but the body of Kasuga no Mikoto is still fresh and can be used to incubate the last egg.

The last egg, Akash, Lord of Sandthroat.

The eggs were mature, but Feng Ling had not found suitable flesh and blood to hatch them. The half-corpse of the twin goddess in front of her did not seem suitable either, but Feng Ling always wanted to take something with her, otherwise she would feel really frustrated.

The dragon raised its claws and placed them on the Twin Goddess statues. The genes of the Sandthroat Lord immediately entered, giving life to the dead flesh and blood, and allowing it to grow into a new form according to the power of the card's genes!

The green algae-covered hair transformed into a fluffy mane, strong claws sprouted from beneath the ashes, and a tender face emerged from the flesh, opening amber eyes with bright and sharp pupils. Despite being a young lion, it already exuded majesty and intimidation.

As Qingyou once said, the mythological prototype of Akash, the Lord of Sandthroat, is the lion god Bahram, which explains why the creatures hatched from him resemble both humans and lions.

After incubation, only half of the twin goddess statues remained.

Feng Ling was helpless against the other half of Death.

This may be Inanna's fate in the underworld. No one can kill death, nor can anyone take death away. Death is here forever, silently waiting for its destiny to come to an end.

The young lion god sat to one side, elegantly licking its paws and grooming the bloodstains on its fur.

Feng Ling continued walking around the twin goddess statues, her gaze lingering on the spindle held in the right hand of the Grim Reaper.

The texture of the spindle is different from that of the petrified goddess statue. Could it be a prop?
Never mind, let's take it down and take a look.

You have to take something with you, otherwise it's not worth it.

Feng Ling transformed back into human form, his expression serious as he reached out and grasped the spindle, taking it directly from it—

The spindle looks like metal, but it feels surprisingly light in your hand. The silk threads wrapped around it are made of some unknown material and shimmer.

It must be a prop, right?

If not, just take it back as a souvenir.

Feng Ling held the spindle in her hand and played with it, her fingers twisting the end of the thread. Suddenly, a scene appeared before her eyes!
The scene is a delivery room, where the mother is screaming and struggling, while the nurses work methodically. Then, a cry is heard, and the baby is born.

Feng Ling was stunned, completely bewildered as to why she was seeing this scene. Her fingers, which were holding the thread, shifted unintentionally, and the scene before her instantly changed, this time to a familiar one: the Big Windmill Orphanage.

Hey?
Huh?!

Feng Ling hurriedly twisted the thread back to its original position, and the scene switched back to the delivery room.

She realized that the baby being born in the scene was herself!
This spindle is indeed a prop; it allows one to see the holder's entire life!
Feng Ling was deeply shocked.

Then she thought: If the beginning of the thread represents my birth, then the end of the thread... can I see my death?