What surprised the God-King Zeus wasn't the
sheer strength of the golden pagoda's defense, but the fact that it could absorb attacks.
The lightning orb he had just thrown had most
of its energy completely devoured by
the golden pagoda, causing no substantial damage.
This was far more sophisticated than simply
resisting energy head-on.
It was clear that this golden pagoda was
a rare divine artifact.
Breaking through it completely would not be
easy.
However, the more this was the case, the more
certain Zeus became that Logan
Rhys was hiding within this ancient temple.
As long as the golden pagoda was destroyed, he
could completely eliminate the
hidden threat that was Logan Rhys.
“Benefactors, the Seven-Treasure Glazed Pagoda
is indestructible. No matter how you attack, you will not break it. I urge you
both to cease your pointless efforts and leave the mountain at once!” said the
leading middle-aged martial monk.
“Hmph! I refuse to believe there exists a
defense in this world that I cannot break!”
Zeus did not back down. On the contrary, his
fighting spirit was ignited.
He spread his hands wide and began rapidly
charging power.
Two lightning orbs quickly formed, growing larger and larger.
“Break!”
When they reached the size of basketballs, Zeus
hurled them fiercely at the golden pagoda.
"Boom!
Boom!"
With two loud explosions, the golden pagoda
trembled slightly.
After a burst of energy waves, the two
lightning orbs were completely
absorbed by the pagoda and vanished without a trace.
But Zeus didn't stop --- he continued to charge
and repeatedly bombard the
tower.
Lightning orb after lightning orb struck the
golden pagoda.
For a time, explosions rang out endlessly.
However, no matter how Zeus attacked, the golden pagoda remained unmoved, showing no signs of
cracking.
Seeing the pagoda still intact, the people
within the ancient temple let out a sigh of relief.
The Seven-Treasure Glazed Pagoda’s defense was
even stronger than they had expected --- it could withstand Zeus’s relentless attacks without breaking, which
was truly extraordinary.
However, unlike the monks and guards who were
slightly relieved, Margaret in
the backyard remained tense.
The Seven-Treasure Glazed Pagoda was her lifebound magic artifact. Although it
appeared undamaged for now, she knew
very well it had a limit.
Each strike from Zeus imposed a burden on the pagoda.
Once that burden reached a critical point, the pagoda would shatter.
In other words, as long as Zeus kept attacking
without rest, he would eventually break
it.
At the current intensity, the pagoda could only
hold out for one day and one night.
And that was assuming Hera didn’t join in. If she did, the time it would take
to break the pagoda would be greatly
reduced.
Of course, the most crucial factor was Dustin.
If Dustin could finish absorbing the Dragon Source Qi before the tower
shattered, the situation could be reversed.
If not --- then she would likely die and fade into nothingness.
She was betting her life on Dustin’s success.
Time ticked by.
Outside the temple, Zeus continued his furious assault, showing no signs of
stopping.
The blue lightning orbs in his hands flew like cannonballs,
repeatedly striking the golden pagoda.
He knew clearly: no matter how formidable the
pagoda was, it couldn’t truly be invincible.
It had to have a limit.
His plan was simple: keep attacking until it broke
under the overwhelming power of
his cultivation.
That was the theory --- but in practice, it wasn’t
so easy.
The pagoda had a limit, yes, but so did his
own Qi.
After three hours of bombardment, the pagoda was still perfectly intact, while he himself was panting, covered in
sweat.
Since becoming a God-King, he had never been this exhausted.
No matter what opponent he faced, he had
always defeated them easily.
He never expected that a mere golden pagoda could
withstand three hours of
relentless bombardment.
Was this thing a turtle shell or what?
Zeus was frustrated and furious.
The more he failed to break it, the more obsessed he became with doing so.
After taking a brief rest, Zeus finally turned
toward Hera, who had been
watching the entire time.
“Hera! How long are you going to just stand
there and watch?”
“Were you talking to me?” Hera yawned.
“You looked so energetic fighting on your own,
I didn’t want to interrupt. Besides, aren’t you always complaining when I
interfere and steal your prey?”
“That was then, this is now. Can’t you see
I’m drenched in sweat?” Zeus
snapped.
“If you don’t help break this tower now, things
are only going to get worse!”
He was the mighty leader of the Four God-Kings. If word got out that he couldn’t
even break a tower, how
would he ever face anyone again?
“Fine, fine. Since you’ve asked, I’ll give you
a hand.”
Hera stretched lazily, but the expression on her face finally turned serious. - Marinien
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