Bai Feifei herself was slightly stunned.
She looked down at the pure white armor covering her body, then at the light sword in her hand, feeling the ring of light centered around her.
What is this? A Word Soul?
How did she call out this second Word Soul so naturally?
Or was the power of the heart simply too strong, directly granting her two Word Souls the moment she mobilized it?
“It's even a domain-type Word Soul... Alright, pretty good.”
Inside her mind, Xu Mo gritted his teeth and muttered to himself, then fell silent.
He was actually feeling a bit depressed, recalling the previous game cycles he had played and wondering if he had made some mistake somewhere.
Could it be that he had never fully tapped into the potential of the character “Bai Feifei”? He had always thought he was amazing for achieving what he did with a blank-slate character...
Meanwhile, outside the red soil.
Liu Yun's eyes flashed with a bright golden light, and the Blood Skull in her hand was still burning away her life force.
In her frenzy, she wanted nothing more than to use brute force to level this barrier-like wall of wind and see how her disciple was doing.
Just then, she suddenly felt a strange yet resolute power spreading from deep within the red soil.
The power had an inexplicable penetrative quality; even though it wasn't acting on her directly, it still calmed her down slightly.
Liu Yun's hovering figure swayed slightly in the air. A trace of clarity returned to her eyes as she looked at the intermittent live stream footage.
Who... is that?
Only then did she regain some of her senses from her fury, realizing how out of control she had just been.
Once again, she recalled the evaluations of Bai Feifei and Wan Qianhong from the Book of Answers across countless calculations.
She had always wanted to keep Wan Qianhong away from her, but could it be... she was actually her disciple's path to survival?
A glimmer of hope rose in her heart, and the glow of the Blood Skull Vengeance weakened as she slowly regained her composure.
The mad urge to flatten everything in her path finally subsided.
...
Meanwhile, inside the red soil, pure white light illuminated the entire battlefield.
Everyone enveloped by the light felt their spirits lift.
The Scavengers who were still holding out suddenly felt their strength return, as if new vitality had been injected into their exhausted bodies.
Even Hong Jiu and the others felt the madness from the anomalous corruption instantly clear up.
They all saw the shock in each other's eyes. Originally, they had felt they wouldn't survive this trial of life and death.
Everyone stared blankly in Bai Feifei's direction at the winged figure, as if they were looking at a battle angel.
It felt as if they were looking at their savior.
Bai Feifei raised her sword high, the tip of the blazing white light sword pointing directly at Zhulong.
Her aura was neither violent nor oppressive, yet everyone instinctively felt a sense of trust and affinity toward her.
Both of Zhulong's faces twisted simultaneously.
He glared at Bai Feifei and hissed in a raspy voice:
“You... where did you come from?!”
“No matter... no matter, it's all the same, no matter how many there are. You will all die together, together...”
At this point, he seemed to have entered an unstable mental state.
His anomalous aura drove normal people mad, but Bai Feifei had awakened them and was now suppressing him in return.
One man's meat is another man's poison.
He wanted to curse. Sinking Black had yet to reappear, and now a white one had popped up out of nowhere.
Moreover, this white one didn't give him that unfathomable, overwhelming feeling. On the contrary, he felt he was stronger than her.
Yet, being enveloped by her light and locked onto by her aura made him feel agonizingly uncomfortable.
A vicious light flashed in his eyes as he glared at Bai Feifei with a curse.
“No, I must kill you first!”
But now, it was no longer his turn to strike.
“Strike!”
Under the shroud of Bai Feifei's white light, Hong Jiu's mind had cleared up significantly.
He glanced at Xiao Xinghan. The two locked eyes for half a second, both reading the intent in each other's gaze.
Now is the time!
He was the first to move. Hong Jiu transformed into a ball of fire and lunged directly at one of Zhulong's arms!
The flames blazed wildly as his body expanded. His arms clamped tightly around Zhulong's thick right arm like a red-hot iron hoop.
Ignoring his own horrific injuries, he locked Zhulong's arm in an armbar, his massive frame hanging off Zhulong's body.
The exertion sent waves of pain through his entire body, but he gritted his teeth and roared:
“Hurry!”
Zhulong roared and tried to shake him off, but Hong Jiu's fingers were dug deep into his flesh, the flames sizzling against the skin.
Xiao Xinghan didn't waste any words as an earthy yellow light erupted from his body.
The ground ruptured as countless earthen spikes shot out from all directions, piercing toward another of Zhulong's arms.
At the same time, Xiao Xinghan threw himself forward, using his body and armor to forcibly lock the joint of that arm.
Xie Jin transformed into a bolt of lightning, appearing behind Zhulong.
Electrical arcs crackled wildly as he wrapped his arms around Zhulong's third arm. The lightning surged up the limb, paralyzing muscles and nerves before he delivered a violent twist.
Crack!
The sound of a dislocated joint echoed across the battlefield.
Three of Zhulong's four arms were now locked down.
Just one last arm left!
Standing not far away, He Jinfan watched this unfold, his mind racing.
There's work to do. It looks like this task falls on me...
Damn it, since things have come to this!
He had no time to pose. Taking a deep breath, he violently waved a hand in the air.
“Dahei!”
The iron-grey mechanical hound lunged from the flank, sinking its teeth into the wrist of Zhulong's last arm. Its claws dug deep into the ground as it pulled backward with all its weight.
At the same time, He Jinfan seized the opportunity and raised his right hand.
His gloves, hat, and Dahei were the three items assigned to him “today.”
Dahei's effect was already clear enough, needing no explanation.
The hat protected his mind from being affected by pressure and anomalies, allowing him to act like a master without restraint.
Meanwhile, the gloves carried a curse that could multiply the damage a target received.
But the cost was that the pain the target felt would be reflected back onto his own hand; the curse was shared.
Instantly, an intense pain shot through his right hand. With everyone fighting for their lives, this backlash of cursed pain was incredibly hard to bear.
He Jinfan felt as if his right hand were being crushed between two stone millstones!
The agony was so intense he nearly blacked out. He had never suffered like this before, and cold sweat drenched his forehead.
Yet, for the sake of the Masked Hermit Society's reputation, he held it in, stubbornly refusing to cry out.
Holding up his trembling hand, he stiffly turned his head to look at Bai Feifei, squeezing out two sentences through gritted teeth:
“Proceed according to plan...”
“The path is cleared. Go!”
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