Eternal life begins with saving my clan-Chapter 450: The Awakening of the Abyssal Hydra

Facing the undead horde, Zimo, Deng Kun, and Lang Bai halted momentarily, their gazes locked on the resurrected army before them.

"Captain, are we really not going to use our bloodline power?" Lang Bai asked, curiosity lacing his tone.

Zimo didn't even spare him a glance. "You already know the answer, so why bother asking?" His voice was calm yet firm.

"Whatever this damn black mist is, we need to get rid of it—fast."

Howl!

The undead beasts howled in unison, their cries sending a chilling vibration through the air before they lunged forward, their grotesque forms charging at the three humans.

"Come on, come to papa!" Lang Bai laughed maniacally, his sword gleaming in the darkness.

Far from the battlefield, clinging desperately to the fissure's edge, the old spider beast wore a grave expression.

He was so close to escaping, so close to regaining his strength.

But now, his attention was locked on the battle unfolding above.

His ancient eyes trembled with fear as he watched the three humans face the monstrous horde.

"This is bad...! These fools will perish!" He muttered, his voice hoarse.

Bang!

Screech!

A deafening shockwave exploded across the battlefield.

Hundreds of undead beasts were blasted into the air, their bodies writhing as a mysterious force extracted the evil energy infesting them.

Behind Zimo, an illusory pagoda loomed, radiating a divine aura that made even the fearless undead tremble.

"Let the slaughter begin."

Lang Bai grinned wildly, his eyes glinting with madness.

Whoosh!

In the blink of an eye, he vanished.

A blinding arc of light flashed above the battlefield, cleaving through the undead beasts like butter.

Instantly, the extracted crimson spirits screamed, their twisted forms struggling desperately to escape—

But they couldn't.

The illusory pagoda behind Lang Bai acted like a divine prison, sucking them in and purifying their malevolence.

As soon as the evil spirits were absorbed, they were transformed into pure spiritual energy, strengthening Lang Bai instead.

Meanwhile, the lifeless husks of the undead beasts crumbled into dust, a faint wind scattering their remains.

Now, with their bloodline power unleashed, the once-fearless undead became prey.

Zimo, Deng Kun, and Lang Bai wreaked havoc, mowing down the horde while the dark mist recoiled from them in fear.

'Huh? So they all share the same bloodline?'

The old spider beast narrowed his ancient eyes, realization dawning upon him.

'What kind of bloodline is this…?'

He had lived for centuries, yet never had he seen a bloodline so perfectly attuned to eradicating evil spirits.

The undead beasts—once an unstoppable force—were utterly powerless.

"This must be why they weren't afraid..." He muttered.

Suddenly, the ground trembled violently.

The massive fissure beneath him shuddered, its crumbling edges threatening to collapse.

The old spider froze, his instincts screaming at him.

Slowly, he glanced down, and his blood ran cold.

From the abyss, two massive orb-like eyes stared back at him.

"T-This…!"

A chilling pressure descended upon him, his grip slipping from the fissure's jagged edge.

'I'll die at this rate…!'

He had no choice.

"HELP!" He screamed, his voice raw with desperation.

'Hmm?!'

Zimo and his men paused mid-battle, their brows furrowing at the sudden cry for help.

For a moment, they hesitated.

Was it real? Or a trap?

"HELP! PLEASE!"

The gut-wrenching cry came again, more desperate than before.

Zimo made a decision.

"Keep fighting. I'll check it out."

Whoosh!

In an instant, he disappeared, reappearing at the edge of the fissure.

Peering down, he saw the old spider barely clinging to life, but his eyes weren't focused on him.

They were locked onto something else.

Something deeper.

The two massive crimson orbs blinked slowly, locking onto Zimo.

For a brief second, the abyss itself seemed to stare back at him.

A horrifying soul pressure crashed into him, pressing down with monstrous force.

Zimo gritted his teeth, his bones creaking under the pressure.

Boom!

His illusory pagoda erupted, pushing back against the oppressive force.

The crimson eyes blinked twice, and the pressure on Zimo weakened slightly.

"H-Human…"

A hoarse, ancient voice rumbled from the abyss, sending a deep vibration through the air.

Zimo didn't respond.

Instead, he jumped into the fissure.

The moment he entered, he realized his mistake.

The oppressive pressure inside was a hundred times stronger than outside.

But he endured.

With gritted teeth, he reached the old spider, grabbed him, and shot out of the abyss.

Screech!

An ear-splitting wail erupted from the abyss.

The very air trembled, and blood oozed from the ears, noses, and eyes of all present.

Even with the pagoda bloodline shielding them, Zimo, Deng Kun, and Lang Bai felt their heads ringing like temple bells.

As for the old spider beast, he was far less fortunate.

He convulsed violently, blood gushing from every orifice as his body writhed in agony.

By the time Zimo landed, the old spider had already fainted.

But there was no time to waste.

Zimo shoved a healing pill into his mouth, then turned back toward the fissure.

"Prepare for a life-and-death battle."

He gripped his sword.

In an instant, a blinding white arc slashed through the battlefield.

Thousands of undead were obliterated in a single strike, their remains turning to dust.

Lang Bai and Deng Kun stiffened, sensing the change in their captain.

"What's coming?" Lang Bai muttered, his grip tightening on his sword.

Zimo's eyes remained fixed on the fissure.

"An ancient monster."

Thumb… Thumb…

The earth trembled violently.

The fissure cracked wider, the ground splitting apart.

The three warriors held their breath, gripping their weapons as their bloodline power surged to the limit.

Then—

A colossal, serpentine head emerged from the abyss.

Its midnight-black scales glistened, reflecting the eerie glow of their weapons.

Its sickly crimson eyes burned with an endless hunger, its forked tongue flickering as it tasted the air.

Before they could react—

Another head slithered out.

Then another.

And another.

Twelve grotesque, fanged maws loomed before them.

Each dripped with violet venom, sizzling as it corroded the earth below.

Zimo's blood ran cold.

"A Hydra…"

"No."

"Something far worse."