Chapter 1151: Chapter 1151: Spin-off – The World of Live Streaming 120

Sun Temple—-

From the first layer to the ninth layer, each level full of mechanisms and each filled with peril.

If one can avoid the traps, then the journey could be considered smooth sailing, but triggering them would mean a slim chance of survival.

By the time they reached the very top, the tenth floor, everyone was drenched in sweat and utterly disheveled.

Even the most heroic Shen Mo was soaked with sweat, his face unable to hide his fatigue.

Bai Youwei was lying on Shen Mo’s back, looking listless and equally exhausted.

Nick collapsed directly onto the ground, gasping with his mouth open, feeling like an exhausted old dog, hardly looking human anymore.

He didn’t want to curse at Bai Youwei anymore.

He didn’t have the energy to curse…

…

The tenth floor is a flat circular plaza, empty, bright, and very hot, because there is a layer of glass at the center of the ceiling, directly under the sunlight making the temperature extremely high.

The sunlight shines through the circular glass skylight, with the gray stone slabs reflecting a dazzling white light, stinging the eyes.

Everyone sat resting in the shadows along the edges.

The stone walls were painted with various fierce beast totems, unclear in the obscure lighting, faintly discernible as fangs and bones.

“Now… what do you plan to do?” Nick leaned against the wall, looking at them weakly.

He was no fool, after witnessing Bai Youwei repeatedly ‘actively’ trigger the mechanisms, he could guess what she was thinking.

He did not deny that increasing risk might push up scores, but while doing so, it could also lead to total annihilation, therefore, even if others had similar suspicions, they wouldn’t do like Bai Youwei did… in such a twisted manner, eager to trigger every single mechanism!

Recalling the hardships along the way, Nick could not help but close his eyes.

His heart was rejecting it.

Meanwhile, Ada pulled out a bottle of water, finishing it in a few gulps before tossing the plastic bottle away, his sweat-soaked T-shirt clinging to his body, his ponytail sagging, wet hair stuck to his neck, lacking his usual spirited elegance.

He turned his head to ask Bai Youwei, “When do we move?”

It seemed he wanted a quick battle to quickly end this instance.

Bai Youwei looked up at the blinding sky, “…Let’s wait another half hour.”

Nick heard this, silently tugged the corner of his mouth, trying to muster a dignified smile, yet couldn’t.

According to his plan, they had to wait till nightfall, using the ‘Demon God’s’ poor vision to mistakenly eat the offerings stuffed with explosives, which would smoothly clear the level.

But now, he didn’t know what Bai Youwei was planning to do…

Nick leaned his head back against the stone wall, speaking hoarsely: “Go on, what are you planning now… As for offerings, I only prepared a pig, and now that’s gone too, though there are still some explosives left.”

He tilted his head, looking at Bai Youwei: “What’s it this time? Pop Rocks? Hawthorn slices?… The Demon God’s skin is so thick it’s impervious to bullets, what else do you have?”

Bai Youwei quietly took out a rope, suggesting in a negotiating tone, “How about, we strangle it?”

Nick: “…”

…

Half an hour later, with the sun overhead, the temperature in the temple became even higher.

The shadows shrank to a narrow ring, with the ground in the center scorching hot.

Nick took off his shirt, stuffed the explosives inside the fabric, crumpling it into a ball, dripping a few drops of blood over it, then placed it on the protruding altar in the center.

However, it seemed that a certain weight was needed to trigger the Demon God mechanism, and lacking the piglet clearly wasn’t enough, the altar remained unresponsive.

Bai Youwei added several packs of chips, several bags of cookies, several bottles of cola… The altar finally started to slowly sink.

And the stone wall facing the altar from a distance slowly lifted a stone door.

Everyone started pulling back with their ropes in hand.

Soon, from that stone door emerged a colossal creature. It was bigger than an elephant, looking part yak and part wild boar, its bulky body covered with a thick layer of fur, only recognizable by a pair of protruding fangs indicating where the head was.

Nick, cautiously retreating, whispered, “Thinking about strangling it, can you even tell where its neck is?”

Bai Youwei: “…”