[CH598+ Continued] Dungeon Diver: Stealing A Monster's Power

Chapter 623

I feel the outside world becoming far less visible to my senses.

Through the two holes in the mansion floor where I slashed with my full-powered attack to free Raven from the threads, I can still send a weaker pulse of perception through it.

However, the outside world isn't my main concern right now. It's the dozens of yellow eyes on me and the pulse of divine energy that floods out of the large marble orb at the back of the room, powering all of these statues.

The density of True Core's power circulating through the white statues varies a lot, but the two that lunge toward me have the highest amount inside them.

Their strength is equivalent to the manifestations I cut down entering this mansion, but the difference lies in their battle patterns. These statues aren't just dancing puppets rambling away and spewing white threads my way.

The statue to my right is a tall and muscular man wielding a large battle axe, while the hunter to my left carries two short swords.

My greater form towers over them in stature, speed, and strength, but they charge at me with no hesitation.

Behind them, the remaining statues quickly shift into a triangular formation with the base holding the majority of marble hunters guarding the large sphere at the back of the corridor.

All of them move in unison, and the yellow glow in their eyes seems lifeless. However, their intricately detailed armor, weapons, and facial features remind me that these were humans too...

The blurry visual of Raven's body turning to stone as I flew here at my top speed replays in my mind while I swing my two swords in their greater form at the higher-powered statues aiming to attack me.

They were at one point human too, but with the amount of power streaming through their systems right now, it's too risky not to go for the instant kill...

As both my swords slash through the stone hunters, I'm met with minor resistance, but my attacks are ultimately successful, cleaving both warriors in half in a single strike.

My decision not to hesitate and go straight for the kill was the correct one, as behind me, seemingly summoned out of thin air, thousands of shimmering threads multiply from a single one, and three clones of the tall, lanky man appear, sending waves of white tendrils my way.

I have enough time to jump out of the way, following through with my attack and dodging the white threads that seek to tether to my greater form.

At the same time, two more hunters from the defense line step forward, and the sphere pulses, allowing two more full-powered hunters to lunge at me.

It's five versus one.

While they're not exceptionally strong, the growing web of white threads behind me and the huge army of hunters in front of me isn't the best position to be in.

My greater form gives me very noticeable strength benefits, but inside this narrow hall, I feel a bit limited in the maneuverability of my weapons.

I can't jump or take long flying motions to build up momentum for my swings.

To make things even worse, the manifestations of the lanky, faceless man behind me are very aware of this fact, using it as an advantage to cut me off and force me into a corner.

Still, I'm in control of the battle, slashing through a swordsman and a tank in front of me, and step off the white wall to my left to narrowly avoid the incoming web of countless white strands.

However, when I attempt to position myself to fly further down the hall, over the army of still guards, three more manifestations of the faceless man materialize and grow out from a single stray strand.