Under One Person: I Opened the Age of Mythology

Chapter 513

Yang Jian's fingers moved swiftly through the air, the silver light of the runes weaving together like fine threads into a complex defensive rune array.

Just as the rune array was formed, the energy fluctuation from the giant eyeball slammed into it, causing the array to vibrate violently and flash with silver light, barely managing to withstand the first wave of impact.

"The power of this eyeball is extraordinary!"

Yang Jian frowned, his tone grave. His fingers trembled slightly, clearly indicating the immense strain of maintaining the rune array.

Nezha swung his Fire-Tipped Spear suddenly, and the flames at the tip of the spear suddenly surged, the blazing flames like a fire dragon, rushing straight towards the giant eyeball.

The flames drew a blazing trail in the air, instantly igniting the surrounding debris and forming a wall of fire in an attempt to block the eyeball from getting closer.

"Who cares what kind of monster it is, let's burn it first!"

Nezha smiled confidently, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

However, the enormous eyeball did not seem to be afraid of the flames.

The red light suddenly intensified, and a powerful energy surge erupted from the eyeball, instantly tearing apart the wall of fire.

Flames scattered, rubble flew everywhere, and the air was filled with the smell of burning.

Seeing this, Sun Wukong snorted coldly, and suddenly raised his golden cudgel, the staff drawing a golden arc in the air before striking the ground heavily.

Amidst the deafening roar, the ground trembled violently, rocks crumbled, and dust billowed, temporarily obscuring the view of the enormous eyeball.

"Come again!"

Sun Wukong let out a low shout, firmly gripping the golden cudgel with both hands. The cudgel trembled slightly with the vibrations, its golden light flashing.

His gaze was sharp, fixed on the dust-covered eyeballs, and a confident smile played on his lips.

Seeing this, Yang Jian quickly adjusted the rune array. The runes shimmered with silver light, and the array stabilized once more. His gaze was calm, and his tone was low:

"The energy fluctuations in this eyeball are extremely violent; we must be careful."

Nezha's Fire-Tipped Spear spun slightly, and the flames at the tip of the spear surged once more.

However, the enormous eyeball did not give them much time to catch their breath.

A sharp roar came from the dust, and a red light suddenly pierced through the dust, heading straight for the three of them.

The force swept in like a tidal wave, filling the air with a suffocating sense of oppression.

Sun Wukong raised his golden cudgel again, the staff drawing a golden trail in the air as it struck the red light.

The two forces collided in mid-air, producing a deafening roar, and the entire grotto seemed to tremble at that moment.

"Hold on!"

Yang Jian gave a low shout, and the silver light of the talisman array quickly spread, blocking all the aftershocks of the shockwave.

His fingers trembled slightly, clearly indicating that maintaining the rune array was extremely taxing, but his gaze remained calm and his expression focused.

Nezha swung his Fire-Tipped Spear suddenly, and the flames at the tip of the spear formed a wall of fire, blocking the three of them once again.

His gaze was sharp, and a confident smile played on his lips: "With me here, no one can break through!"

However, the power of that enormous eyeball did not seem to have diminished.

The red light suddenly intensified, and an even more powerful energy fluctuation erupted from the eyeballs, heading straight for the three of them.

That force swept in like a whirlwind, filling the air with a suffocating sense of oppression.

Sun Wukong raised his golden cudgel again, the staff drawing a golden trail in the air as it struck the red light.

The two forces collided in mid-air, producing a deafening roar, and the entire grotto seemed to tremble at that moment.

This time, the shockwave from the collision was even more intense.

Sun Wukong groaned, his tiger's mouth went slightly numb, and the light on his golden cudgel dimmed a bit. Stones flew up from his feet, and his body leaned slightly backward, almost losing his balance, which showed how powerful this force was.

Cracks spread across the cave walls like a spider web, and loose stones fell down, filling the air with choking dust.

"Good heavens, this thing is really troublesome!"

Sun Wukong wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, a look of seriousness flashing in his eyes. He hoisted the golden cudgel onto his shoulder and adjusted his breathing.

Yang Jian's three-pointed double-edged sword hummed, and the silver rune array flickered more frequently, its light dimming slightly.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead as he clenched his teeth, focusing intently on maintaining the operation of the talisman array.

His muscles were tense, and sweat soaked through his clothes, sticking to his skin and causing a slight discomfort, but he did not relax at all, his eyes filled with determination.

Nezha, on the other hand, seemed much more relaxed. His Fire-Tipped Spear spun and flew in his hands, flames burning fiercely and forming a solid wall of fire.

He nimbly dodged the aftershocks of the shockwave, observing the battle situation while searching for an opportunity to attack.

He still had a smile on his lips, but his eyes showed more seriousness, and his movements became more cautious.

He nimbly dodged the flying stones, flames leaping behind him and illuminating his young and resolute face.

Suddenly, the earth shook violently, and an even more powerful energy surge erupted from the giant eyeball, causing the entire grotto to tremble violently.

The cracks in the rock face widened further, and a large amount of rubble collapsed from the top, blocking out the sky.

"not good!"

Yang Jian exclaimed in surprise as the light of the talisman array in his hand suddenly dimmed, on the verge of collapse.

Seeing this, Sun Wukong roared and swung his golden cudgel again, which shone with golden light and smashed hard into the giant eyeball.

His muscles were tense, and his face was flushed from exertion.

Nezha then hurled his Fire-Tipped Spear, its tip ablaze with flames, straight toward the enormous eyeball.

He quickly picked up a boulder from the ground, prepared for defense, and kept his eyes fixed on the giant eyeball, waiting for the situation to change.

The next moment, the golden cudgel, carrying violent energy, slammed heavily into the giant eyeball.

The staff drew a blinding golden light in the air, as if it were about to tear the darkness apart.

The red light in the eyeballs dimmed slightly, and the roar subsided, while the deafening collision echoed throughout the cave.

Sun Wukong steadied himself, his tiger's mouth slightly numb, but his gaze remained sharp as he stared intently at the enormous monster, a cold smile playing on his lips.

Seeing this, Yang Jian quickly adjusted the rune array, his fingers swiftly tracing patterns in the air. The silver runes, like nimble threads, wove together to form an even more complex defensive network.

The light of the rune array shone again, and as the silver light flowed, it blocked out all the remaining energy fluctuations.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his brows were slightly furrowed, clearly indicating that maintaining the rune array was extremely taxing, but his expression remained calm and his fingers did not tremble in the slightest.

"Chance!"

Nezha let out a low shout and swung his Fire-Tipped Spear sharply. The flames at the tip of the spear suddenly surged, and the blazing flames, like a fire dragon, rushed straight towards the giant eyeball.

The flames drew a blazing trail in the air, instantly igniting the surrounding debris and creating a sea of ​​fire.

Nezha's movements were swift and decisive; he nimbly dodged the flying stones, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

However, before the three could breathe a sigh of relief, an even more violent tremor suddenly came from inside the cave.

The entire grotto seemed to collapse in an instant; cracks spread rapidly across the stone walls, and large amounts of rubble fell from the top, making dull thuds. Acrid dust filled the air, almost completely obscuring visibility.

"Oh no, the grotto is about to collapse!"

Yang Jian let out a low shout, his fingers swiftly sweeping across the air. Silver runes spread rapidly, and the light of the rune array flickered in the darkness, attempting to stabilize the surrounding rock walls.

However, the collapsing force was too powerful, and the light of the rune array gradually dimmed, clearly unable to withstand this force.

Sun Wukong swiftly swung his golden cudgel, smashing the falling boulders one by one, his agile figure dodging the collapsing rocks.

His gaze swept across the surroundings, his tone carrying a hint of seriousness:
"We can't stay here any longer; we have to leave quickly!"

Nezha quickly picked up a boulder, gripped it firmly with both hands, and scanned his surroundings warily.

His movements were swift and decisive, his figure as agile as a cat, always ready to deal with unexpected situations.

However, before they could take any further action, the ground beneath their feet suddenly cracked open, and a powerful suction force pulled the three of them into it.

"pay close attention!"

Sun Wukong shouted and plunged his golden cudgel into the ground in an attempt to steady himself.

However, the suction force was too strong, and the ground collapsed instantly, pulling the three of them deep underground.

The surrounding darkness surged in like a tide, and all that could be heard was the howling wind and the sound of falling rocks.

Yang Jian's fingers moved swiftly through the air, and silver runes spread rapidly. The light of the rune array flickered in the darkness, attempting to slow the descent.

However, that power was too strong, and the light of the rune array gradually dimmed, clearly unable to resist it.

Nezha gripped the boulder tightly in his hand, his eyes scanning his surroundings warily, his movements as agile as a cat, ready to deal with any unexpected situation.

Before they could take any further action, the ground beneath their feet suddenly cracked open, and a powerful suction force pulled the three of them into it.

In the darkness, the three figures quickly disappeared, leaving only the collapsed grotto gradually returning to calm.

Stone chips fell to the ground, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of sulfur, as if nothing had ever happened.

The fall lasted for an unknown amount of time. The whistling wind gradually subsided, replaced by dull thuds and the sound of shattering rocks everywhere.

Sun Wukong rolled over, dissipating most of the impact. He propped himself up, his golden cudgel planted firmly on the ground, stabilizing his stance.

In the dim light, he saw that Nezha and Yang Jian had also steadied themselves, but they were both covered in dust.

"Where...is this?"

Nezha dusted himself off, frowned, and looked around.

He was in a narrow underground space, with cracks all around the rock walls, and the air was filled with the smell of damp earth and a faint sulfurous odor.

Yang Jian slowly stood up, brushed the dust off his sleeves, and showed no panic on his face, but rather a calm observation.

"It looks like we've fallen into an underground cave."

He spoke calmly, glancing around with sharp, deep eyes, carefully observing every detail of his surroundings, searching for possible exits or clues.

He made a hand seal, and a faint spiritual light danced at his fingertips, which was the spiritual energy he was using to probe the surrounding environment.

The cave was small, damp, and cold, with an unpleasant smell in the air, and some phosphorescent fungi on the stone walls.

Sun Wukong then forcefully slammed his golden cudgel into the ground, producing a dull thud.

"This place is gloomy and eerie."

He frowned, his tone tinged with impatience, clearly dissatisfied with his surroundings.

He looked around, a hint of vigilance in his eyes, his golden cudgel ready to deal with any unexpected situation.

His rugged face showed no sign of panic, but rather an innate confidence and composure.

"Don't rush to complain, Wukong."

Nezha interjected, picking up the boulder in his hand and examining it closely.

"This stone... seems a bit strange."

He gently tapped the boulder, producing a crisp, clear sound unlike that of ordinary rocks.

Yang Jian approached Nezha and carefully examined the giant rock.

"This stone seems to contain some kind of energy."

As Yang Jian spoke, he gently touched the boulder, his fingertips gleaming with a faint silver light.

The boulder glowed slightly and emitted a faint energy fluctuation as Yang Jian touched it.

"Energy? Could it be from that eye?"

Sun Wukong also came over, and he gently tapped the boulder with his golden cudgel, producing a duller sound than when Nezha struck it.

"This stone does indeed bear some resemblance to that eye."

He paused and continued.

"Perhaps, this is part of that eye."

"If that's really the case..."

Yang Jian pondered for a moment.

"Then the real body of this eye is probably nearby."

He looked around again, his eyes carefully searching every corner of the cave.

The cave was pitch black, with only the faint light emanating from their weapons and the spiritual light dancing on Yang Jian's fingertips.

Sun Wukong's golden cudgel trembled slightly as he sensed an unusually strong energy fluctuation emanating from within the boulder, as if something was stirring within it.

He frowned, a hint of seriousness flashing in his eyes, and then swung his golden cudgel forcefully, slamming it heavily onto the boulder.

The boulder shattered with a crash, sending fragments flying and dust billowing into the air.

However, the interior of the boulder was not a solid structure as they had expected. Instead, it revealed a closed space that emitted a strong red light, as if a blazing flame was burning inside.

The red light illuminated the entire cave, causing the three of them to squint slightly.

"Something's wrong!"

Yang Jian quickly took a step back, his three-pointed double-edged sword flashing through the air as silver runes rapidly condensed, transforming into a complex rune array that protected the three of them.

He looked focused, his brow slightly furrowed, and said in a low voice:
"The energy fluctuations within this space are extremely chaotic; approaching rashly could be dangerous."

Nezha stared at the red light, and with a gentle turn of his Fire-Tipped Spear in his hand, the flames at the tip of the spear suddenly surged.

A flicker of excitement crossed his eyes, and a smile played on his lips.
"Whatever it is, let's give it a try!"

Having said that, he suddenly swung his fire-tipped spear, and the flame at the tip of the spear, like a fire dragon, shot straight towards the red light.

(End of this chapter)