Chapter 112: The True Colors of a Mountain Mover

While Wei Cheng and his group dawdled downstream, putting on a show, they remained unaware that upstream along the magma river, Liu Wenli’s team was unleashing carnage.

So far, they had slain five magma giants in succession, including two elite ones, yielding substantial gains.

As for the unfortunate loss of six comrades, it was truly regrettable.

“Everyone, before nightfall, we kill one more, then we withdraw immediately!” Liu Wenli urged, trying to bolster morale. He knew today’s actions were extreme, but without risking their lives, how could they expect any harvest?

Yet suddenly, he sensed something amiss. From the magma river surged over a dozen three-headed fire lizards.

Instinctively, he knew trouble was brewing. Grabbing two trusted men, he turned sharply and sped toward the dark mist without looking back.

The three-headed fire lizards locked onto him but failed to catch up.

“Liu Wenli, you won’t die in peace!”

That was the last sound Liu Wenli heard before his team was wiped out.

He didn’t even understand what had happened.

Weren’t they supposed to be facing magma giants?

——

In another area, two squads from Sector 15 remained united, alternating between combat and readiness to ensure safety.

Their leaders were steady and composed.

Their harvest was abundant—they had slain nine magma giants so far without suffering casualties.

But then, something unexpected occurred: the magma river suddenly churned violently, a massive magma surge rushing downstream from further upstream at incredible speed.

Worse still, one of their squads was currently locked in battle with two magma giants.

“Retreat! If we don’t, we’ll all die here!”

The leader acted decisively, ignoring the curses and insults from behind, and swiftly led his team away.

At first, the magma surge was moderate, but as it absorbed magma along the river, it grew into an unstoppable torrent.

It swept down with a force that could destroy all in its path.

Initially, the surge carried some magma giants and fire lizards, but they quickly melted into golden flames, driven by some unknown force.

No one could withstand such a magma flood!

The tide of fate was sealed!

The earth rumbled with a deafening roar, trembling beneath their feet.

Soon, Wei Cheng and the others noticed the scene.

At that moment, everyone’s hands and feet turned icy cold, chills running down their spines.

This magma river was indeed hiding a deadly secret, building up to a devastating strike!

“Old Wei! We have to retreat. This is the power of nature itself—we cannot fight it.”

Xu Shan shouted anxiously, clutching Liu Sui’s arm tightly. If her husband dared to say they would fight to the death following Wei Cheng’s foolishness, she would drag the bastard back by force.

“Wei Cheng, what’s your plan?”

Bai Han called out, having quickly composed himself. His gaze was firmer and more resolute than ever before.

Because it was undeniable—since the magma surge came from upstream, Liu Wenli’s squad was most likely lost.

At this moment, a death wish blossomed in his heart.

“Everyone, stay calm!”

Wei Cheng shouted to steady their spirits.

Then he said, “I have no plan, no strategy to counter this, but I know—and you know—that turning tail and running now is a dead end.”

“You’ve all heard the stories of fleeing soldiers breaking the army’s lines, right? Look there—that’s exactly what those are: deserters!”

“That cursed magma river is trying to break our will, to shatter our defenses. Bah!”

Wei Cheng raised his middle finger disdainfully. Not the slightest trace of fear showed on his face; only the beating of war drums in his heart and the burning fire of blood.

This ultimate battle was finally upon them.

Yes, compared to Bai Han’s death wish, Wei Cheng craved this final fight even more.

He was a Mountain Mover!

Other professions might be paralyzed by such a tsunami of magma, their legs trembling and spirits broken.

But he was a Mountain Mover!

After ninety years of moving mountains, he was destined to move mountains and fill seas. Would a mere magma flood scare him to his knees?

What a joke!

At that moment, Wei Cheng laughed heartily, unleashing all the might accumulated over ninety years without reservation!

“My only request is this: trust me, follow me, and together we will crush this cursed monster!”

“Rest assured, I am a Mountain Mover. Even if we cannot win today, I will create the best chance for our escape. I will fight to the death and never retreat an inch!”

“This battle will be won!”

“The human race will triumph!”

Those last two lines were shouted out by Liu Sui, youthful and dramatic, yet their fervor stirred everyone to roar in defiance. Though their numbers were few, their spirits soared with tragic grandeur—there was no room for awkwardness or restraint.

Before life and death, all else seemed laughable.

Only Xu Shan wore a pained expression, wanting to drag Liu Sui away and flee recklessly, but she could not bring herself to act. She wanted to say something but was already crying uncontrollably. Life and death were never so easy to fathom.

If it weren’t for love, for her bookish man, she would have turned and fled without hesitation, regardless of what Wei Cheng said...

“Between life and death lies great terror. I wonder if today’s scene can rival the battle against the P-Head Legion in the Floating Cloud Dungeon?”

Wei Cheng still had the leisure to ponder this.

He had long transcended life and death, embracing a level of defiant resolve.

——

From the time he first wet his pants in the spider demon cave of the first stage, to finally mustering the courage to charge forward alone,

up to now, not only had his strength grown, but his will, his faith, and his entire soul had been forged like steel plunged into a furnace.

To say he was tempered a thousand times might be an exaggeration, but he was certainly unbreakable.

Thus, he could now fuse this iron will and mindset with the Mountain Mover’s doctrine, the Mountain Visualization Chart, and even the perfected Golden Bell Shield technique, creating a harmonious resonance!

No matter if heaven and earth collapse, or storms rage, he would remain unshaken!

This is the true spirit of a Mountain Mover!

As he spoke, the magma red tide advanced rapidly, its roar shaking the heavens and earth. The torrent of molten flame soared hundreds of meters high, carrying the momentum and force of moving mountains and overturning seas as it howled forward.

Those seven or eight trial participants fled desperately, souls nearly leaving their bodies, running faster than rabbits, yet even so, some of the short-legged Mountain Movers were engulfed by the magma red tide.

Watching the surge approach within a few miles, only five survivors remained.

Suddenly, something happened within the magma red tide—the speed accelerated sharply, and the waves rose to heights of five hundred meters.

Flames pierced the sky, molten rock exploded in all directions like demonic dancers. A massive, scorching hurricane bore down, and the air was filled with wails of ghosts and wolves. They could barely breathe.

At that moment, everyone trembled before the overwhelming power of heaven and earth.

Yet, then, a golden rune flickered briefly in Wei Cheng’s eyes. The Mountain Visualization Chart materialized—majestic mountains rising grandly, spreading over a thousand meters in radius and soaring hundreds of meters high, matching the magma tide’s might.

Following this, a colossal, immovable Golden Bell, over twenty-five meters in diameter, thundered down, shielding Wei Cheng and six others within.

The golden light shone like the blazing sun. The nine groups of mountain illusions reflected within the glow, towering and magnificent, giving the impression not of a Golden Bell Shield but of actual majestic mountains.

“No!”

The trial participants felt utter despair. They were now only a few hundred meters from Wei Cheng but helplessly watched the ultimate form of the Golden Bell emerge and fall, sealing off their path to survival.

Of course, some secretly rejoiced, thinking these seven fools were adorable in their stubbornness, not fleeing even at such distance, foolishly attempting to hold their ground.

But expecting an ultimate Golden Bell Shield alone to withstand that magma flood was naïve.

Even if this Mountain Mover was somewhat powerful.

“A heartfelt thanks to you all!”

Two figures dashed past like swift winds—two Spirit Swallows. Indeed, the Spirit Swallow class was always so flamboyant: given enough space, they could flee at will.

Then came two Purple Mist class warriors, and finally, a Mountain Mover.

For a short-legged profession, to have fled this far in one go was extraordinary.

He gritted his teeth, took cover behind Wei Cheng’s Golden Bell, and unleashed his own Golden Bell with his last reserves of Mountain Mover inner strength. He lay flat, resigned to fate.

The next moment, the magma red tide struck with the force of a mountain crashing down. The impact was beyond tens of millions of pounds!

(End of chapter)