Chapter 1

The fractured surface of the bone gun-blade was extremely sharp. A single glance revealed a layer of intense, wave-like energy forming a visible light.

The Yuàn Mó (怨魔), charging towards the Eight Directions Bright Moon Palace Lantern, had no time to brake.

It could only raise a hand, its palm erupting in a burst of majestic flames,

creating a force field to abruptly halt its momentum, narrowly avoiding having its throat pierced and torn by the gun-blade.

At that moment, the screams of Gūlūlū Gū (咕噜噜咕), now missing its compound eyes, weakened. Two lines of pus flowed like tears, sliding down the Yuàn Mó’s (怨魔) green, gelatinous face.

'How is this possible?!'

If the Yuàn Mó’s (怨魔) face, which lacked any discernible features, could show emotion, it would be filled with shock.

The power of the [Ten Thousand Fears Consume the Body] skill was undeniable.

The fear it induced not only caused intense emotional, psychological, and mental suppression,

but also direct physiological changes.

Such as accelerated breathing, sweating, muscle stiffness, and a rapid or even stopped heartbeat.

Even script mission bosses or players with levels far higher than Gūlūlū Gū (咕噜噜咕) would be intimidated by the artificially induced deepest fears in their memories, their entire bodies stiffening, unable to move, left to be slaughtered.

Some might even experience cardiac arrest during the fear recall and die on the spot.

The fear of the unknown, the fear of death, was instinctually embedded in all sentient beings.

The [Ten Thousand Fears Consume the Body] skill could even trace back to infancy, to the fear of darkness in the womb, and amplify it a hundredfold.

No one could resist the hundredfold replay of their deepest fears, or at least, that's what the Yuàn Mó (怨魔) believed.

According to the Yuàn Mó’s (怨魔) understanding, [Ten Thousand Fears Consume the Body] was a trump card skill for human players, to be used only in the most critical moments, never unless absolutely necessary.

Perhaps only insects like Gūlūlū Gū (咕噜噜咕), born with multiple compound eyes, could use it as a standard, expendable skill.

'How can this be?'

Various thoughts swirled in the Yuàn Mó’s (怨魔) mind, but its consciousness remained remarkably clear.

It withstood the intense pain constantly fed back from Gūlūlū Gū (咕噜噜咕) after using [Ten Thousand Fears Consume the Body].

It endured the massive rationality consumption,

its hand movements not slowing in the slightest as it grasped the green flame whip, releasing Chai Da Xiaojie's right wrist.

The entire whip recoiled abruptly, its tip, the part not burning with flames, also stabbing towards the Eight Directions Bright Moon Palace Lantern's hanging ring.

This lantern was a must-have for the Yuàn Mó (怨魔)! No matter the cost, it had to obtain the lantern.

Swish—

The three-edged bone spear, hooked onto the Eight Directions Bright Moon Palace Lantern, plunged downwards, narrowly avoiding the green flame whip.

Li Ang spun around, his eyes devoid of joy or sorrow, his toes slamming into the ground, shattering the already cracked tiles.

Sand and gravel flew, stirring up a cloud of dust.

In an instant, Li Ang had crossed several meters, his figure flashing silently to the Yuàn Mó’s (怨魔) front like a ghost.

His strength and agility base attributes were both 11 points, but under the multiple enhancements of the Adrenaline Activation Method, Wave Breathing Technique, and BG skill,

his various physiological functions far exceeded those of players of the same level.

Before the Yuàn Mó (怨魔) could react, it saw Li Ang, his front side covered by the black cloak, charging into the blazing column of fire.

His fist, like a fired cannonball, grew closer and closer in the Yuàn Mó’s (怨魔) vision.

Time seemed to freeze in that instant. The Yuàn Mó (怨魔) saw in the rain of fire Li Ang's eyes revealed through the gaps in the cloak.

No joy, no sorrow, devoid of any emotion, only the purest, coldest killing intent that could freeze everything.

An ordinary fist, ignoring the scorching flames, ignoring the mental skill released by Gūlūlū Gū (咕噜噜咕), ignoring the interference of the green flame whip,

consistently, forcefully struck the Yuàn Mó’s (怨魔) head.

Boom—

The Yuàn Mó (怨魔) could feel the violent shaking of the gel on its surface, the miserable scream of Gūlūlū Gū (咕噜噜咕) on its forehead, and the bone vibrations and fractures throughout its body.

It flew backward like a kite with a broken string, the surrounding pillar of fire faltering, quickly weakening and subsiding.

Step!

Li Ang’s toes landed again, his strong and powerful leg tendons tensing and releasing, propelling him towards the Yuàn Mó (怨魔), whose white bone skeleton was already dislocated and fractured.

At this moment, countless dense holes appeared on the cloak covering Li Ang's front.

Most of the bulletproof vest he was wearing had melted away.

The disguise on the Phase Boots, which looked like gray high-top combat boots, had completely fallen off.

And on Li Ang’s body, the exposed skin not covered by the cloak was an abnormally pale red.

These pale red scars were scattered like zebra stripes on his shoulders and ankles.

Combined with the black paste formed by the melting of his ordinary clothes, Li Ang's current appearance could be described as "tragic."

However, the killing intent had already risen and was difficult to suppress.

Not giving anyone a chance to react, the severely injured Li Ang flashed in front of the Yuàn Mó (怨魔), who was flying backward. His arm, like a battle axe, slammed down towards the Yuàn Mó’s (怨魔) neck.

"Die!"

This strike aimed to completely shatter the Yuàn Mó’s (怨魔) spine.

In fact, Gūlūlū Gū’s (咕噜噜咕) [Ten Thousand Fears Consume the Body] was not ineffective. To be precise, it was too effective.

Li Ang was directly pulled into the deepest, most terrifying memory, reliving it a hundred times in a brief second.

Unfortunately, that fear had been ended and settled by him personally since the day he left the orphanage.

What [Ten Thousand Fears Consume the Body] induced was only the pure, extreme killing intent that made Li Ang who he was.

The wave energy filling every corner of his body was released from the countless pores of his skin, appearing as a visible, thin white mist.

The killing intent, almost surging out of his body, was fluctuating.

The Yuàn Mó (怨魔) was the target Li Ang wanted to slaughter.

Seemingly sensing the end, the two points of nether flame burning in the Yuàn Mó’s (怨魔) white bone eye sockets suddenly erupted.

Gūlūlū Gū (咕噜噜咕), with only half its face left on its forehead, mustered its last breath, preparing to release a mental shock indiscriminately in all directions.

Tzz—

The nether flames erupting from the Yuàn Mó’s (怨魔) white bone eye sockets transformed into two slender, ghostly blue pillars of fire, shooting rapidly towards Li Ang's brow.

Li Ang immediately placed his hand horizontally, his palm pierced by the two ghostly blue pillars of fire, but he had already firmly gripped the Yuàn Mó’s (怨魔) neck.

Crack!

The Yuàn Mó’s (怨魔) white bone spine was easily crushed.

The black cloak moved without wind, Li Ang, as if not feeling the pain of his palm being burned through, expressionlessly crushed the opponent’s bones.

Little by little, grinding it into powder.

As if, enjoying the process.