Chapter 2175: There Is Still Strength Left

On this mysterious and silent platform, time seemed to be slowed down, and every breath became extremely heavy.

Matthew sat on the ground, legs crossed, back straight, like a firm rock, motionless.

His eyes were tightly closed, but his brows were slightly wrinkled, revealing his inner anxiety.

The Life and Death Order lay quietly in his palm, and the cold touch was like an invisible rope, tightly binding his mind and this mysterious object.

At this moment, he was looking forward to the forbidden magic rune to bring a glimmer of hope in the deep darkness of the Life and Death Order.

However, just as Matthew was anxiously waiting for the forbidden magic rune to bring him good news, he never expected that the prisoner rune in his body was also strange at this time!

In stark contrast to its usual dormant and dead state, the Prisoner Heaven Rune suddenly awakened from the chaos of a thousand years of sleep. In an instant, a majestic and wild force surged in Matthew's body.

It seemed to have its own independent consciousness, and with an irresistible determination, it suddenly rushed out of Matthew's body.

At that moment, Matthew only felt that there seemed to be a blazing white light breaking out of his body, and the light was so bright that it almost pierced his body.

Then, this dazzling white light, like an angry lightning, carried endless energy and drilled straight into the mysterious life and death order.

In an instant, the life and death order, which was originally dead and lifeless, seemed to be injected with souls and activated by a mysterious force in an instant, and began to tremble slightly.

At first, the tremor was so subtle that it was difficult to detect without concentrating on it, just like a breeze blowing across the lake, only causing a few imperceptible ripples.

But then, it trembled more violently like an awakened beast, and at the same time, it emitted a series of slight buzzing sounds.

At first, the sound was like the flapping of mosquito wings, soft and subtle, quietly drifting in this quiet space.

But as time seemed to be pulled and accelerated by this mysterious force, the buzzing sound became louder and louder, like the ringing of a huge bell, and like the exciting horn of thousands of troops galloping, as if announcing to the world that something crucial and subversive was about to happen.

At the same time, the surface of the life and death order seemed to be lit up by a pair of invisible big hands, gradually shining with two completely different but equally fascinating lights.

I saw that the side with the word "death" was like the entrance to the Nine Nether Purgatory suddenly opened, flashing a deep black light that seemed to be an endless dark abyss, so deep that people seemed to be swallowed by endless fear at a glance, and their hair stood on end, shuddering.

The black light seemed to have substance, escaping outward in strands, as if it was going to devour all the light and vitality around it.

The corresponding side of the word "life" was like the first ray of dawn that penetrated the clouds at dawn, flashing with soft white light.

This white light was like the warm sun in spring, with vigorous vitality and hope, gently falling on this cold platform, giving people comfort, as if they saw the light of hope for rebirth in the dark and desperate situation.

These two lights seemed to be endowed with life, like the bright and brilliant stars in the night sky, flashing alternately on the surface of the life and death order.

Every time they flashed, they seemed to be engaged in a thrilling contest, and the light became stronger and more dazzling, just like two stars that refused to admit defeat and dominated the sky, neither of them was willing to show weakness.

The light was reflected on Matthew's face, but he had no intention of appreciating it at the moment, and his heart was full of shock and vigilance about this unknown change.

As the light continued to grow stronger, the buzzing sound of the Life and Death Order seemed to be injected with violent power, becoming more and more deafening.

The sound was like the sound of waves hitting the shore, and like the momentum of thousands of horses galloping, rolling in and resounding through the clouds, as if to completely tear apart all the tranquility between heaven and earth.

The skinny old man kneeling on the ninth step remained silent and forbearing.

He lowered his eyes, seemingly calm, but in fact he was extremely confident.

The reason why he could not speak all the time, as if he was sitting on the Diaoyutai, was because he was sure that Matthew would definitely not be able to find a way to activate the Life and Death Order.

In his heart, the secret of the Life and Death Order seemed to have been sealed by him for a thousand years, and the method to open it was only known to him.

So, he just waited quietly, like a cunning hunter lurking in the dark, waiting for Matthew to come and ask him again.

He even thought about how to trick Matthew with his words in advance, like arranging a sophisticated drama, word by word, just waiting for Matthew to step into his carefully laid trap.

But now, reality is like a loud slap in the face, slapping his wrinkled face hard.

After hearing the familiar yet unfamiliar buzzing sound of the life and death order, the old face of the skinny old man instantly faded away the disguise of pretending to be calm, revealing an unbelievable look.

His eyes were full of astonishment and hesitation.

He stared at the shining life and death order in Matthew's hand with wide eyes, as if he wanted to deeply imprint this scene in his eyes, but a sense of powerlessness surged in his heart.

Matthew shocked him one after another, like surging waves, one wave after another.

From Matthew's resolute rejection of his proposal to the unexpected triggering of the life and death order at this moment, every step was completely out of his control.

At this moment, his mind was full of confusion. He racked his brains to think of countermeasures, but in the end, he sadly found that he had no idea what to do.

He knew that at this point, even if he said something, Matthew would never stop.

"It seems that I can only use my last strength. If that happens, I am afraid that I have woken up in vain this time."

There seemed to be two villains fighting fiercely in the skinny old man's heart, one shouting to let go, and the other was nostalgic for this hard-won awakening time, and the flame of hesitation quietly ignited in his heart.

However, this hesitation was like the remaining snow in spring, and was instantly erased from his mind in the face of cruel reality.

As this person's mind moved, it seemed to awaken the ancient power dormant in his body, and the bones in his body seemed to be forced to start like a rusty mechanism that had been activated for many years, and began to creak.

The sound was particularly harsh in this silent space, like a countdown to death.

His dormant posture now seemed to break free from its restraints and slowly began to relax.

He was like a prehistoric beast awakening from a deep sleep, exuding a dangerous aura.

Soon, the skinny old man stood up straight as if pulled by an invisible force.

Although his body was still skinny, he seemed to have straightened his spine at this moment, supporting a majestic sky that belonged to him.

Suddenly, the dark purple pattern attached to his body seemed to be torn by a violent force, and it collapsed one after another, and then in front of him, it seemed to be carefully pieced together by a mysterious hand, turning into a disc.

The disc seemed to reflect the galaxy of the universe, deep and mysterious, exuding a chilling aura.

The skinny old man raised his foot and stepped directly onto the disc without any hesitation.

As the disc seemed to be triggered, it shook slightly, and his figure seemed to be instantly wrapped up by a ray of light, and was instantly sent to the top platform.