Chapter 665

This formation gathered a massive amount of light elements, bursting with a dazzling radiance.

The orb of light suddenly flickered, and the snowflakes filling the sky instantly began to shine.

They were also covered by a large amount of light elements, and then the snowflakes one by one transformed into fist-sized snowmen.

The snowmen brandished tiny light swords and lunged toward Lin Moyu.

Despite their small size, the snowmen were not weak; under his soul sense, each little snowman's strength was as high as level 77.

A Detection Spell flew out.

[Snowman of Light]

[Level: 77]

[Strength: 300,000]

[Agility: 250,000]

[Spirit: 250,000]

[Constitution: 200,000]

[Skills: Light Element Attack]

[Trait: Rebirth]

Their total attributes were only 1 million, making them even weaker than monsters found in Hell-level Dungeons of the same level.

In a Dungeon of this difficulty like the Kunlun Divine Palace, the appearing monsters shouldn't have such low attributes.

Lin Moyu did not let his guard down; he noticed the trait of the Snowmen of Light.

"The trait is Rebirth. I wonder how it manifests specifically."

The Undead Legion had already moved to meet them.

Even the smallest Skeleton Archmage in the Undead Legion stood over two meters tall.

The Headless Knights, including their horses, were over five meters tall.

These Snowmen of Light were only the size of a fist; they were truly tiny.

The Skeleton Archmages were the first to launch an attack.

To them, once a target was locked, they would attack the same regardless of size.

Elements roared, and the surrounding elements instantly became chaotic.

The Snowmen of Light were blown to pieces in the violent explosions.

But immediately following that, the fragments turned back into snowmen.

Their sizes were slightly smaller than before, and their auras had weakened, but their numbers had increased significantly.

A single snowman was blown into seven or eight pieces, which then became seven or eight smaller snowmen, lunging forward once again.

In Lin Moyu's eyes, their weapons were not much larger than embroidery needles.

However, power could not be measured by size; these smaller Snowmen of Light were not weak. Every sword thrust could be lethal.

They were constantly blasted apart, only to turn into even smaller snowmen.

Their numbers were increasing rapidly, and their strength was likewise weakening.

But no matter how many there were, it was useless. The Skeleton Archmages' skills were area-of-effect attacks, and each explosion covered a significant area.

Under the dense bombardment, the little snowmen couldn't break through at all.

"This is Rebirth?" Lin Moyu watched, finding it somewhat laughable.

No matter how many times they could be reborn, there would always be a limit.

For example, the number of Rebirths, or the level of strength lost after each Rebirth.

They would eventually collapse after reaching their limit.

Sure enough, after being killed ten times in a row, the snowmen—now only the size of a finger—completely collapsed and could no longer complete a new round of Rebirth.

Just as Lin Moyu thought, the Rebirths ended there.

At that moment, the light orb in the sky flickered again, emitting an even brighter light.

This time, an even larger area of snowflakes turned into Snowmen of Light, lunging forward aggressively.

This was the second stage of the high-tier Dungeon.

After passing the four elemental fortresses of the first stage, one had to face the second stage here.

Most teams failed here and were forced to choose to withdraw.

Snowflakes fluttered through the sky, countless in number.

The Snowmen of Light transformed from the snowflakes were equally numerous.

The number of snowmen in the second wave was already several times that of the first wave.

The Skeleton Archmages were having a blast blowing them up.

Lin Moyu, however, looked at the light orb in the sky; the light orb was the source.

As long as the light orb wasn't dealt with, the Snowmen of Light would be endless.

The nature of the light orb was a formation; one either had to crack the formation or destroy it with overwhelming power.

With a thought from Lin Moyu, the Headless Knights immediately charged toward the light orb.

The Charge skill was activated, and the troop of Headless Knights rushed toward the light orb like a long dragon.

The light orb was over a thousand meters above the ground; it didn't look large, but it was actually quite big.

Lin Moyu's gaze was fixed on the light orb. Just as the Headless Knights were about to reach it, a large number of runes appeared on the orb.

The formation activated, and a shield covered in runes appeared outside the light orb.

The Headless Knights slammed into the shield and were knocked back one after another.

The following tens of thousands of Headless Knights took turns launching attacks against the shield.

The shield distorted continuously and lasted for a full two minutes under the fierce assault of the Headless Knights before finally shattering.

Then the Headless Knights reached the light orb, and the formation within it activated once more.

A large number of light swords extended from the light orb, instantly turning it into a hedgehog and knocking away all the approaching Headless Knights.

The Headless Knights attacked the light orb with all their might, severing the protruding light swords one by one.

The shield and the light swords—both layers of defense were breached in an instant.

Afterward, the Headless Knights surrounded the light orb and began a fierce pummeling.

The bone swords in their hands struck the light orb with a clanging sound.

The formation runes flickered incessantly before finally exploding with a bang.

At the same moment the light orb exploded, the Snowmen of Light also vanished.

Dungeon second stage, cleared!

Chapter 640: High-Tier Dungeons Are Not Suitable for Leveling

After passing the second stage, the Dungeon became a smooth path ahead.

Up until now, Lin Moyu had not received any rewards.

Aside from some experience and materials that weren't very useful, there wasn't even a single piece of decent equipment.

This Dungeon, so far, could only be summarized in one word: poor.

Not only was it poor in terms of equipment, but it was also pitifully poor in terms of experience.

Aside from the wave of experience gained when first entering the Dungeon,

The little snowmen from just now and the formation light orb didn't give a single bit of experience.

If the low-tier and mid-tier Dungeons were holy lands for leveling, then high-tier Dungeons really had nothing.

As he walked higher along the mountain path, the wind and snow became even more violent.

Here, even people in their 70s might not be able to stand firm.

The temperature had dropped to a terrifying degree; water freezing instantly was only the most common phenomenon.

Even Lin Moyu felt waves of chill at this time.

The current low temperature was enough to cause him harm, but the Damage Transfer skill continued to function, transferring all the damage to the Undead Legion.

The soul fires within the skeletons' skulls were also compressed slightly by the cold air.

Lin Moyu could feel that beneath the accumulated snow was ice that had existed for an unknown number of years.

Advancing against the bitter cold, there were no monsters along the way.

Until he reached the depths of the Dungeon, where four square platforms appeared in his sight.

Behind the platforms was a thick mist, with no further path forward.

On each platform, there was a depression that looked like a keyhole.

With one look, Lin Moyu understood and immediately took out the Elemental Keys he had obtained from the elemental fortresses.

Different platforms represented different Elemental Keys.

For most teams, only one of the keys was needed to open the next stage.

But Lin Moyu now had all four keys gathered.

He inserted the four keys one by one, and the four platforms rumbled simultaneously.

The rumbling grew louder and louder, and then the platforms exploded, turning into their respective elements.

The four elements of wind, fire, water, and lightning converged again, turning into four colored pillars of light that shot into the sky.

The clouds parted to reveal the sun, and a brand new passage appeared before him.

This passage seemed to lead directly to the Divine Palace at the peak, stretching beyond the horizon.

As the passage opened, waves of terrifying energy fluctuations emanated from it.

A large number of sleeping monsters woke up.

Every single one was over level 78, and they weren't ordinary monsters; they were at least Elites.

Under his soul sense, the number and strength of the Elites were clear at a glance.

The number of Elites waking up was exactly four hundred.

Lin Moyu thought to himself, "If only one passage was opened, the number of Elites to face probably wouldn't be so many."

Lin Moyu was right; if only one passage was opened, one would only need to face one hundred Elite monsters.

Furthermore, the waking speed of the Elite monsters varied; a powerful team could use this time difference to clear these Elites one by one.

At most, the number of Elites to be dealt with simultaneously would not exceed four.

But now Lin Moyu had activated four passages at once, and four hundred Elite monsters were waking up at the same time.

He might have to face up to sixteen Elites at once at the peak moment.

For any team, this would be a disaster.

After all, a team only consisted of 24 people; facing sixteen Elite monsters simultaneously left basically no possibility of victory.

The corner of Lin Moyu's mouth twitched slightly. "That's it?"

Four hundred Elites were too weak!

Before the Elites could fully wake up and Charge over, the Undead Legion had already taken the lead and rushed in.

This was the final stage of the Dungeon, and it still left Lin Moyu feeling disappointed.

Although Elite experience was high—much higher than ordinary monsters—

The quantity was simply too small.

With a count of four hundred, even if the experience was 10 times that of ordinary monsters, it was only equivalent to 4,000 ordinary monsters.