Constructing-Style Wizard

Chapter 272:118. Mysterious Linkage_2

“The effects of ‘Breath of the Dead’ seem to have erased my senses of touch, smell, and pain. The stench from the aberrations is a little weaker now, and even the feedback from hitting the wall with my fist is much fainter than before.”

Noland Lee took out his dagger, removed his glove, and lightly scratched the tip of his finger.

Looking at the small cut oozing blood, Noland realized that ‘Breath of the Dead’ was more useful than he had initially thought!

His sense of pain was now reduced to about 50% of what it had been before.

Noland accessed the magic panel, investing 100 Energy Points into ‘Breath of the Dead,’ raising it to Level 5.

He cut the tip of his finger again, and the pain was significantly weakened, only about 10% of what it would usually be.

This would undoubtedly help him overcome the pain and stay focused during combat.

Noland applied some medical ointment to his fingertip, put his glove back on and held the dagger.

He cut through the mucus web and quickly walked through the corridors, following the map in his mind.

It wasn’t long before he found the staircase to the next level and descended into the even darker and more oppressive fifth underground level.

The aberrations paid him no mind, treating him as if he were a walking corpse. Even if they were face-to-face, the aberrations wouldn’t give him a second glance.

‘Tracking the Living,’ doing his best

Seeder was one of the

as a gaming monster with an elite template. Its strength was higher than

like a turtle. Its back was covered in hanging tentacles on a fleshy mushroom and

tentacles were fast-growing and as tough as a snake’s body, capable of instantly severing a human’s thigh. The barbs on the tentacles

a Level 16 aberration

looked similar to a giant python, drilling through the wall structure to

from holes on the wall surfaces to spray corrosive venom when an enemy was detected.

18 aberration elite

of more than five meters. Their attacks consisted of spitting mucus bullets and using their extending neck and limbs to attack enemies. The horn on their head was extremely sharp, easily piercing through a first-order alchemy armor

most common elite

of the Dead’ activated, he was as good as entering “stealth mode”

like patrolling

through the corridors, gradually finding that familiar feeling of sneaking around Mount Kigate, playing as a thief, and utilizing the “Stealth” skill to open treasure chests in instances like Steamvault and Lower Blackrock

and the same need to avoid aberrations with

finally reached the 10th underground level.” Noland stopped in the murky air of

was dark, tilled with aberration mucus, and the

underground levels 11 through 15 in Sector 8, with the entrance being on the

the 10th

Space, the area was desolate, with only Black City alchemists with ill intentions