Ms. Doctor Divine Chapter 2250: Dark Dungeon 2

Chapter 2250 - 2250: Dark Dungeon 2

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

“What should we do?” An anxious voice pierced the darkness.

“Is anyone here? Open the door! Open the door!” The Head of the Undead Race vigorously rattled the door, bellowing into the void.

The entire place sent s.h.i.+vers down his spine.

The scene before him was a living nightmare.

For him, it was a profoundly terrifying experience.

But there was no response, just as she had feared.

Gu Chaoyan shook her head subtly, realizing that the situation was far from straightforward.

The clamor was deafening.

And then, unexpectedly…

A blaze of light erupted, a.s.saulting Gu Chaoyan’s eyes. She instinctively shut them tight, then cautiously reopened them.

Her surroundings became crystal clear.

They were imprisoned within a cage, and beyond the bars…

Outside.

Even Gu Chaoyan was repulsed.

What in the world was happening?

The acrid scent of blood suddenly pervaded the air.

Beyond the cell, the Undead Race continued to bleed profusely. They were bereft of skin, their forms comprised solely of flesh and blood, devoid of eyes.

And at the center of it all lay the gruesome scene of skinning.

The Undead Race remained emotionless, approaching to unlock the nearest cage, their intentions apparent.

“What… what are they doing?” Some of the more timid souls began to scream. Everyone present understood the horrifying reality unfolding, though most were unwilling to acknowledge it.

He asked involuntarily, almost dreading a negative response.

“We’ll flay you and a.s.similate you into the Undead Race,” replied the Head of the Undead Race with an eerie calmness, a level of composure he had never displayed before.

But…

He had endured all of this before, and he was well-acquainted with every gruesome detail.

However…

Undead Race members in the mystic realm?

He had never encountered the Undead Race before, and now, they seemed even more sinister than he could have imagined.

The Head of the Undead Race’s words sent s.h.i.+vers down their spines, confirming their worst fears, further fueling their terror.

The unfortunate man who had been taken away was already strapped to the skinning table.

The Undead Race members exhibited an eerie emotionlessness as they methodically went about their gruesome task.

Flaying was a cruel and agonizing ordeal, the cries resembling the slaughter of pigs echoing relentlessly. Witnessing this horrifying spectacle, some desperately yearned to rescue their fellow schoolmates, yet the door remained firmly shut, denying them any chance.

The Head of the Undead Race closed his eyes, his expression fraught with misery.

This was the same ordeal he had endured before.

“What can we do?!” Someone shouted in despair.

If this continued…

Sooner or later, they would inevitably face the excruciating torment of a life worse than death, transforming into grotesque abominations.

They had to devise a solution.

“Lady Chaoyan, please, think of something. Our top priority is escaping this place unscathed. We can address grievances later, once we’re free!” The disciples of the Three Pure Ones turned to Gu Chaoyan, their voices pleading.

They felt powerless, yet a glimmer of hope resided within them, a belief that Gu Chaoyan held the key to their salvation. After all, she had displayed resourcefulness during their journey here.

Gu Chaoyan shook her head, her expression filled with despair.

There seemed to be no way out.

She turned her gaze toward the Head of the Undead Race, hoping he might conjure a solution.

“Impossible,” the Head of the Undead Race uttered in a tone of hopelessness.

“It’s a Level 100 Inferno of Asura, what can you possibly do?” Bailu remarked nonchalantly while in Di Hongyun’s embrace.. “Your highest level of cultivation barely reaches Paragon Saint status, doesn’t it? How audacious! In the mystic realm, every monster you encounter is as formidable as a Paragon Martial G.o.d!”