Rebirth of the Prime Dragon Master novel Chapter 1710

Rocky was standing firmly on the vine. However, he lost his balance due to the force of the spiritual power wave and was soon pushed over the cliff's edge. In the blink of an eye, he was sucked down by some invisible force before disappearing into the vast darkness at the bottom of the cliff.

Once Valeria came to her senses, she realized that Rocky had been devoured by the darkness and disappeared without a trace.

"Godly Genius Odin!" Valeria continuously shouted at the bottom of the abyss, but Rocky never responded.

As she stared blankly into the chasm before her, Valeria felt a wave of emotions come crashing over her. She felt an inexplicable pang of regret since this was the second time Rocky had saved her. She felt as though their roles should have been reversed, with her saving him instead.

Given her strength and experience, she was supposed to be the one to take care of Rocky. The result however ended in her being taken care of every time!

But Valeria didn't let the panic overcome her. Despite Rocky falling into danger due to her carelessness, she believed that he wouldn't go down so easily—even though predicting his chance of surviving was hard to determine at the moment. If something happened to him, the only thing she could do to repay him for all he did was complete her task. Then at least he didn't save her for nothing. She had to keep moving forward alone, deep into the Nether Dragon King's lair.

Thanks to Rocky, she was able to pass through the cliff safe and sound. She was certain there were more dangerous things awaited her. Nevertheless, she couldn't afford to make any more mistakes since there would be no one else around to save her.

After she calmed down, Valeria took a short rest before continuing to explore the Nether Dragon King's cave.

Two unfamiliar figures appeared before the cliff the moment after she passed through it. They were none other than the Godly Geniuses of the Purgatory Fief and the Elite Fief.

"They're joking, right? The Primitive Fief's guard team wasn't that impressed!" Drew boastfully pointed out.

"Since the Godly Genius of the Ghost Fief has broken the enchanted barrier, everything plays to our advantage," Quentin added with a sly smile.

"You're right. I am grateful we decided to team up. I hope our trip to the Nether Dragon King's location will be just as smooth," Drew said.

"The pleasure is mine, as well. Let's continue to work together. If it wasn't for your unique transforming skill, we wouldn't have been able to enter the cave under the Primitive Fief's nose so easily," Quentin replied kindly.

"Ha-ha, you're right. Let's move on!"

Soon, the two Godly Geniuses arrived at the cliff. They paused and decided to take a closer look before taking any further action. The cliff looked far from ordinary.

With his deft hands, Quentin cautiously summoned a spiritual bird big enough to fit into a human's palm. With a chirp, the bird took off from his hand and flew swiftly towards the cliff across the gap.

Their eyes followed the flying creature closely. Just as they expected, its wings ceased to flap after it flew only a dozen meters. It fell and was devoured by the darkness in the blink of an eye.

"There must be some force that counters any spiritual power at the bottom of this abyss. Anything imbibed with spiritual power seems to be sucked down into it once it is near enough," Quentin proposed.

"I'm afraid we'll need to find another way," Drew said with hesitation.

"Stop fooling around. It's just a gap. If we can't get pass it, we might as well just quit and go home now. If we can't pass through a simple gap like this, how can we even subdue the Nether Dragon King?" Quentin added with a mocking smile. His eyes never left the cliff on the other side.

"It sounds like you've got a plan. Tell me," Drew said at once.

"Our leader provided me a spiritual weapon in case I needed it before heading off. I wonder if now is the right time to use it." As Quentin spoke, he summoned a mud statue out of nowhere with a deft wave of his hand.