Chapter 1019 The World Within the Cave

"This place is about to collapse, run quickly."

Flame King grabbed Zhou Yan's wrist and pulled him to run rapidly into the distance. They soon left the cave and arrived at the edge of a cliff. Zhou Yan leaped down the cliff.

At this moment, they had left the cave and entered another open area. The instant Zhou Yan landed.

Zhou Yan immediately knelt on the ground, panting for a moment. Only then did he feel much better. The oxygen here seemed more abundant than in the previous location.

The scenery here was a world apart from the previous cave. In that place, although the light was dim, a faint ray of sunlight still managed to shine through, preventing it from being too cold and gloomy.

But now, here, one couldn't see their hand in front of their face. Zhou Yan hurriedly took out his flashlight from the system backpack. Holding the flashlight, Zhou Yan walked a few steps forward and then heard a sound ahead.

"Whoosh..."

Something seemed to be roaming ahead, which immediately made Zhou Yan vigilant. He quietly crept to a corner, planning to hide first.

As expected, after Zhou Yan walked over, he heard the gurgling sound of flowing water.

He slowly moved along the sound of the water. When he arrived next to a pool, he saw a figure standing there.

Zhou Yan looked closely. The person was completely naked, with eyes closed, pale lips, a gaunt face, and covered in scars.

A sword pierced through his heart on his chest. This person should be the owner of this tomb, and also the guardian of this grave.

"You're finally here, I've waited for you so long."

At this moment, the person suddenly opened their eyes and roared at Zhou Yan.

"Who are you, and why are you here?"

Zhou Yan was stunned by the person's words. He didn't seem to have encountered this person in his memory. Why did this person know he was coming here?

"Haha, I didn't expect you to actually come. Since you're here, don't even think about leaving."

After the person laughed, he charged towards Zhou Yan.

Seeing the person attack him, Zhou Yan immediately drew his weapon to meet the enemy.

It was a greatsword, weighing at least eight to nine hundred jin, and it was extremely heavy.

This greatsword was cast from iron, entirely black, with many runes carved on it. There was also a python pattern on the hilt. Zhou Yan swung his greatsword and began to fight with this person.

Zhou Yan swung the greatsword, attacking the person with blow after blow. The person seemed somewhat ethereal.

Moreover, his strength was formidable, and his body was as hard as steel. No matter how Zhou Yan slashed with his greatsword, he remained unharmed. Instead, he fought more ferociously, and in the end, Zhou Yan was even suppressed.

"Bang!"

Zhou Yan was sent flying by a punch from this person. He fell directly to the bottom of the cliff, feeling as if his internal organs were about to shatter.

Fortunately, his physique was much better than ordinary people, otherwise, he would have been killed by that punch long ago. Zhou Yan struggled to get up and looked at his right shoulder. It had been fractured by the person's punch earlier, but this pain was nothing to Zhou Yan.

"Hmph, see if you dare to break in again, Hahahaha."

The ethereal person said with a laugh.

Zhou Yan gritted his teeth and looked around.

Suddenly, he saw a door on the rock face of the cliff.

The color of this door was black. Zhou Yan recalled the legend about this ancient tomb that Flame King had told him. It was said that this door only opened at night.

Therefore, Zhou Yan, enduring the pain in his shoulder, walked to the stone door and pushed it open. As the door opened, Zhou Yan's pupils contracted sharply. Behind the stone door was a vast ocean. The seawater continuously pounded against the rock wall, making a loud noise.

Zhou Yan swallowed his saliva. He couldn't help but glance back at the cliff face. He knew that if he fell to the bottom of the cliff, he would surely die. At this moment, Zhou Yan suddenly thought that if he fell, wouldn't that corpse also fall with him?

With this thought, Zhou Yan turned back and walked to the corpse. He gently kicked the corpse with his foot, but the corpse remained motionless.

Zhou Yan tentatively reached out his hand and grasped the corpse's arm.

"Yi!" Zhou Yan was startled. He had originally thought that this corpse, like the ones he had encountered before, would turn to ashes upon touch.

He didn't expect that the moment his hand touched the corpse, he felt a cool sensation.

With a crisp "crack," the corpse actually moved and slowly opened its eyes. It was only then that Zhou Yan understood that this corpse was alive.

"En, I didn't expect to find a living person when I came here this time. Not bad, not bad."

This man looked at Zhou Yan in front of him and then revealed a strange smile.

"What do you mean?" Zhou Yan frowned and asked the person.

"Heh heh, didn't you come here for the treasure I left behind? I have waited for a thousand years, and now I have finally waited for you."

The person said with a smile.

"I did come to get the treasure."

Zhou Yan admitted it after hearing the person's words. He didn't know the person's identity at the moment.

He also didn't know if what he was doing was right or wrong. If it was right, then why should he be afraid? If it was wrong, wasn't he making a mistake right now?

"I know you're here for treasure, but what you don't know is that the treasure here is impossible to obtain. Because no matter where the treasure is placed, it emits a strange light. Even we cannot resist this light. I was trapped here. This is the devil's hell," the person said.

"Who are you, and why are you stopping me?" Hearing this, Zhou Yan's anger burned fiercely. He looked at the person in front of him and shouted sternly, "You scoundrel, how dare you stop me? I'll kill you."

"Kill me? Heh heh, with your strength? Do you know where you are?"

Upon hearing Zhou Yan's words, the person let out a wild roar, and then Zhou Yan felt the entire space seem to shake. Following that, Zhou Yan heard a sound similar to metal friction, a sound that felt somewhat familiar to him.