Transmigration To Magus World-Chapter 88 : Frost Dragon’s Blade Strike

A single Breakthrough Pearl —a treasure worth untold riches, unattainable even with mountains of gold—was in Ryven’s possession.

No one knew exactly how the group had learned of this, but it was clear that the information was reliable. The fact that it drew this group of ruthless individuals here was proof enough.

Near the desolate temple, the atmosphere grew heavy.

The killing intent whirled through the mountain winds, flattening the wild grass on the ground.

"Don’t let him bluff you! Don’t give him time to recover. Let’s all go in together!"

It was Martin who broke the tense silence.

Among the nine, he was visibly the strongest. If he wanted to claim the Breakthrough Pearl, there was no time to waste.

After speaking,Martin cautiously stepped toward the desolate temple. His long knife was held horizontally in front of him, ready to block or strike at any moment.

"Move!"

Abarham followed suit, stepping forward with two black, finger-thick, two-foot-long spikes sliding from his sleeves.

His moniker, Heartbreaking Thorn, wasn’t just for show.

The "heartbreaking" referred to both the anguish he inflicted and the literal piercing of hearts. His two venomous spikes often plunged directly into an opponent’s chest, leaving a gory hole. By the time he pulled them out, the blood spurting from the victim’s heart would have turned a sickly greenish-black.

No one hesitated.

This was no time to hang back. Trying to scheme or slack off now would only result in the others turning on the opportunist before they even began to fight over the Breakthrough Pearl. This had been agreed upon beforehand.

Members of the Heavenly Demon Clan were known for acting on their whims and being untrustworthy. But at moments like this, they were forced to cooperate. Even those who usually disregarded agreements had no choice but to comply—incurring the wrath of the group was a death sentence.

To ensure his own safety, Aizen unsheathed the Cold Moon Blade.

Although his current mastery of the Killing Blade Technique was not as polished as his hand-to-hand combat skills, using a weapon offered better protection against potential attacks involving the Phosphorus Fire Toxin.

This versatility was one of the benefits of mastering multiple techniques—it allowed him to adapt to the situation.

While some might say being a jack of all trades meant mastering none, Aizen had the advantage of rapid learning through his unique system. With this edge, he could master two or three additional Sorcery arts techniques to a level others could not achieve.

Of course, there was still a limit. Too many techniques would lead to diminishing returns.

The desolate temple was eerily silent. The sound of footsteps was so faint that the wind easily masked it.

The oppressive tension grew thicker, like a storm about to break.

"Force him out. Attack!"

With a signal from Martin, he surged forward like a tiger descending a mountain, charging into the temple through the main entrance. His body radiated a powerful aura, his internal energy roaring as if to crush any opposition.

Following behind him were Abraham, Alester , and Ghost-Faced Man Raider.

Meanwhile, Simon , Soul-Losing Spear Gene, and Wade leapt into the air, their figures vanishing as they repositioned.

The three, all skilled in hidden weapons, unleashed a flurry of projectiles from their sleeves. The "swoosh" of concealed weapons echoed as they shot through windows, doors, and crevices into the temple’s interior.

At the same time, Aizen and Gideon also charged into the temple. Outside, Soul-Losing Spear Gene stood guard like a gatekeeper, his spear ready to intercept anyone attempting to flee.

The moment they entered, a sudden barrage of arrows, as swift and forceful as raindrops, descended upon them.

The enemy had been lying in wait on the temple’s crossbeams.

"Impressive nerve!"

Martin roared in fury.

Martin let out a furious roar, his blade flashing brilliantly as it deflected and shattered the incoming arrows with a display of water-tight precision.

Meanwhile, Aizen swayed like a willow in the wind, deftly dodging and deflecting the rain of arrows with his long blade. Though the arrows were dense, they posed no serious threat to him.

However, as the storm of arrows subsided, a bone-chilling aura erupted within the temple.

A sword light, as if the Milky Way itself had descended from the heavens, burst forth like a Frost Dragon rampaging through the air. Its sharp, icy brilliance carried a piercing coldness that made everyone’s hair stand on end.

This Frost Dragon-like sword strike was aimed straight at Martin.

The sword light moved with incredible speed and ferocity, unstoppable like an avalanche.

"Ah! Break it!"

Martin, having just deflected the barrage of arrows, now faced the terrifying sword strike head-on.

In that instant, his muscles tensed, his bloodshot eyes filled with rage, and he swung his long blade with a roar.

The blade light extended five feet, and the sheer force of the swing caused cracks to appear on the stone floor before the blade even made contact.

"Whoosh!"

Yet, despite its power, Martin’s strike failed to fully block the terrifying sword.

Ryven followed closely behind the Frost Dragon strike. Though the sword momentum was fierce and domineering, it retained a grace and agility that avoided direct collision with Martin’s powerful blade. Instead, it skimmed past.

A flash of sword light later,Martin stumbled backward with a muffled groan. Blood poured from a gaping wound in his shoulder—Ryven had injured him in a single exchange.

"He’s not poisoned!"

Martin’s furious shout revealed his grim realization.

"Attack!"

The moment Martin retreated, the remaining five—including Aizen—sprang into action, attacking in unison.

Gideon moved like an unsheathed sword, his entire being exuding an unprecedentedly sharp aura. In the instant Martin fell back, Gideon’s sword thrust toward He Yunliu’s face.

The sword gleamed like the cold moon, its timing impeccable and its speed dazzling, carrying a relentless, unyielding momentum.

"Not bad," Ryven sneered coldly.

With a subtle twist of his wrist, Ryven unleashed a torrent of internal energy. His sword light cascaded like a waterfall abruptly changing direction.

"Clang!" Sparks exploded as the two blades collided.

Gideon’s expression shifted slightly, forced to retreat by the sheer force of the strike. However, his quick reaction allowed him to slide into a defensive step, dispersing the impact without suffering injury.

His precise strike, however, created an opening for Aizen and Abraham.

He Yunliu’s two consecutive sword strikes had left him vulnerable, with his previous strength exhausted and new energy yet to rise.

Abraham’s Heartbreaking Thorn, a black, sinister spike, struck toward Ryven’s back with a cold gleam.

If it so much as pierced the skin, Ryven would undoubtedly be poisoned.

Simultaneously, Aizen unleashed a strike like a Sea Dragon Surfacing, his blade carving a sharp and vicious path as it lunged toward Ryven’s waist.

The attack was as swift as lightning, accompanied by the resonant hum of steel. It was executed with deadly precision, designed to pierce through entirely if it landed.

The two launched their attacks simultaneously from behind, perfectly timed to exploit Ryven’s position after he had repelled Gideon.

At the same moment, Alester and Ghost-Faced Man Raider smirked coldly as they pressed their assault from the front.

Their swords spun like whirlpools, unpredictable and eerie, forming a pincer attack with Aizen and Abraham.

This near-certain killing formation was something even a formidable warrior like Ryven couldn’t easily escape. Any of the others present would have died instantly in such a scenario.

Even for Ryven, his expression finally changed in the face of this deadly assault.

Attacks from the front and rear—block one, and the other would strike fatally. Block the rear, and the front became the killing blow.

This was a crisis that pushed Ryven to the brink. It was a situation that demanded action within a hair’s breadth of time.