Bai Ye paused for a moment, then a smile touched his lips. It seemed he hadn't arrived late; in fact, he might have arrived just in time.
As he mused, Bai Ye swiftly moved past the corpses of the lick-creatures and proceeded forward. Reaching the end, he found an old-fashioned elevator shaft, the elevator itself gone, with only a few steel cables hanging there.
Without hesitation, Bai Ye slid down the cables, then crouched low and peered outside.
It was a space similar to the upper level, but instead of glass jars, there were massive rectangular metal containers, each over three meters long. Black tubes were connected to the sides of these containers, linking them to unknown machinery.
"Is this where Tyrants are made?"
Bai Ye's question was soon answered.
A loud bang suddenly echoed, followed by a figure crashing into a metal container with a tremendous thud.
The person appeared to be in their mid-twenties, dressed in a red and black robe, with long hair tied back by a feathered coronet. Two flying swords, one red and one black, hovered beside them.
This was clearly someone from the cultivation world.
While flying swords could be obtained on the World Battlefield, with it only recently opened, only those from the cultivation world would possess them. Furthermore, this person's attire strongly resembled that of the Kunlun disciples he had encountered before.
At the same time...
The ground began to tremble, and a colossal figure came charging towards them.
It was a giant zombie, nearly three meters tall, its body severely decayed. Its back was a mass of rotten flesh, with hollowed-out sections in various parts. A large hole marred its chest, from which a clump of rotten flesh bulged outwards, exposing its heart. The heart itself was clearly visible, pulsating.
One of the zombie's arms had undergone a grotesque mutation, nearly two-thirds the length of its body. Its hand had transformed into a mass of decaying flesh, with claws like sharp talons gleaming with metallic luster.
Tyrant Prototype T-001!
Bai Ye's eyes lit up. He had finally found it!
Simultaneously...
The Tyrant charged towards the Kunlun disciple who had been smashed against the metal cabinet. Its massive claw was raised, poised to descend upon the disciple's head.
Just as the Kunlun disciple's head was about to be cleaved open, a red whip suddenly lashed out from behind, tightly coiling around the Tyrant's arm.
"Junior Brother Mo, run!"
A crisp female voice rang out, followed by a flash of sword light as a flying sword pierced the Tyrant's back.
Bai Ye cautiously extended his head and looked to the side, following the sound. He then noticed that the Kunlun disciples were not alone; there were three of them.
On the other side were a male and female Kunlun disciple. The woman wielded a red whip, while the man controlled a silver flying sword.
In the next instant, the Tyrant let out an enraged roar. With a bellow, it began to drag the woman forward by the whip.
But in that very moment...
The man who had been sent flying and crashed into the metal cabinet gritted his teeth and uttered a low command, "Hong Que, Hei Ya, strike!"
The red and black flying swords suddenly shot forward.
The Tyrant swiftly raised its hand, swatting away the black flying sword. But...
*Puff!*
The red flying sword, bypassing its arm, plunged directly into the Tyrant's left eye, drawing a gush of dark blood.
The Tyrant let out a pained shriek and began thrashing its arms.
The three Kunlun disciples immediately leaped in different directions, creating distance from the Tyrant.
Then...
With a grinding sound, the Tyrant's claw swept across a side metal container, effortlessly slicing through it.
"Junior Brother Mo, you take the left, Junior Brother Yang, you go right. I'll cover your attacks."
"Understood, Senior Sister Lan!"
The woman seemed to be the leader. The two men, obeying her command, spread out to the Tyrant's flanks.
"Kunlun Spirit Arts..."
"Sword Heart Communion..."
They both formed sword seals in their hands and pointed forward. The flying swords hovering beside them then shot forward.
Red, black, and silver – three streaks of sword light crisscrossed around the Tyrant's body, inflicting wound after wound. Dark blood splattered across the ground.
Bai Ye shook his head. "That's not how you kill a Tyrant. You have to aim for the heart!"
Unlike regular zombies, whose weak point was their head, the Tyrant's vital spot was its exposed, massive heart in its chest.
Therefore, even with powerful flying swords, unless they pierced the heart, any number of wounds would be useless.
However...
"The folks from the cultivation world are indeed strong."
Generally, at the start of a World Battlefield, most chosen ones could only scavenge for "trash" in ordinary areas to gradually arm themselves. Those from worlds already steeped in combat or from war-torn regions could venture into dangerous areas.
As for forbidden zones, those were unthinkable; they usually meant certain death.
Yet, these three Kunlun disciples from the cultivation world had not only fought their way to the deepest parts but also seemed highly likely to defeat the Tyrant.
Bai Ye could only remark on the inherent unfairness of the baseline combat abilities across different worlds. Upon entering the World Battlefield, chosen ones from the cultivation world had a significant advantage.
So then...
Bai Ye licked his lips. Should he do something?
Bai Ye had no intention of handing over the Tyrant. However, the current situation presented a dilemma.
The best way to deal with people from the cultivation world was to prevent them from unleashing their sword arts and sorcery. But they had already begun, and fighting three against one, Bai Ye couldn't suppress them all simultaneously.
Furthermore, the Tyrant itself was a dangerous factor.
"Alright, let's do it the old way!" Bai Ye grinned. "When in doubt, pull one!"
With a thought, Bai Ye casually waved his hand to the side. A ripple appeared in the air, and a massive gashapon machine materialized beside him.
The gashapon machine allowed three draws every 24 hours. Bai Ye had only used two draws so far, leaving one last chance.
"Gashapon machine gods, bless me with a gold capsule, or at least a red one!"
Bai Ye muttered as he reached into the machine and grabbed a capsule, a look of disdain on his face.
It was a green capsule!
The higher the grade of the capsule, the better the contents. Green capsules were only the second-to-last tier.
However, when Bai Ye opened the capsule, his eyes instantly lit up!
This item was perfect for the current situation.