Black veins bulged on the Lost Sheep's face. If the appearance of Darkness was merely competing with it for food...
...then Tang Yongyun's actions were akin to smashing its rice bowl entirely. Without the Demon Hunting Association, the rate at which it absorbed fear would drastically plummet.
Tang Yongyun looked at the Lost Sheep, his expression cold. “You talk too much.”
As he spoke, the surrounding crows pivoted in unison and charged at the Lost Sheep.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Sonic booms erupted around all the crows out of thin air. In an instant, they accelerated from a standstill to over Mach 5. By the time they reached the Lost Sheep, their speed had surpassed Mach 10.
Shatter! Shatter!
The surrounding windows and streetlights shattered. Ordinary soldiers and staff members caught in the sonic booms collapsed in agony, their eardrums ruptured and blood leaking from their facial orifices.
What terrifying speed! I can't even track them! Green, the Black youth in hip-hop attire, was filled with horror.
On the other side, the Lost Sheep didn't even spare the crows a glance, taking large strides toward Tang Yongyun.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The dense swarm of crows passed right through its body; its physical form had entered a state of intangibility at that moment.
“Human brat, your tricks are only good for dealing with trash. In the face of a truly powerful entity, those crows of yours can do nothing but caw from the sidelines!” With a hideous grin, the Lost Sheep closed the distance, stopping just two meters from Tang Yongyun.
Its left hand suddenly lunged toward Tang Yongyun's head. It wanted to make this kid taste the flavor of true fear.
The moment the Lost Sheep made its move, Tang Yongyun felt his surroundings fall dead silent. The cawing of the crows and the sonic booms vanished instantly.
At the same time, a strange power invaded his mind, attempting to interfere with his memories and rouse the deepest fears buried in his heart.
Is this the attack Gary suffered before he died? It's not just a simple illusion. Tang Yongyun's gaze remained steady.
He had no fear of life or death now, and was actually curious to see how the Lost Sheep would deal with him.
Before his eyes, the Lost Sheep vanished.
“Big brother!” A tragic, furious roar caused his expression to tighten.
The surrounding scenery had changed at some point. He was now standing in a ruined city. Buck was covered in black blood, half of his body blasted into a mist of black gore.
He looked at Tang Yongyun with a look of deep reluctance, gasping out with great difficulty, “Big brother... This is... the last time I'll call you big brother...”
His body melted rapidly. Tang Yongyun watched expressionlessly. “A truly realistic illusion. But the prerequisite for this ability to succeed is to invade the target's mind and manipulate their fears, isn't it?”
Within his mind, black doom swirled. The external fear couldn't breach it at all.
This made watching the illusion as boring as watching television for Tang Yongyun.
“So what? This isn't just an illusion, it's also a strike that blinds your vision. It's time for you to go, crow boy!” The Lost Sheep's voice echoed from all directions.
In the real world, the Lost Sheep stared at Tang Yongyun's unreactive eyes and clamped its left hand onto his head.
Splat!
The sensation of touching liquid registered. The Lost Sheep's eyes widened as it stared at the black liquid seeping from Tang Yongyun's head.
An ominous premonition suddenly surged in its heart. What the hell is this? And what is this feeling?!
It squeezed its left hand, intending to crush Tang Yongyun's head.
Crack! Bang!
In the next second, the bones in its left hand snapped under its own force. The muscles along its entire arm exploded, unable to withstand the sudden surge of blood and energy.
Foul-smelling flesh and blood splattered everywhere.
“Ah! You monster, what on earth did you do to me?!!!” A bone-shattering shriek tore from the Lost Sheep's mouth.
It stared at its exploded arm, its eyes filled with bewilderment and sheer terror.
It had felt it clearly—no one had attacked its arm. It had literally exploded simply because it exerted too much force. This was so damn absurd!
The onlookers watching from the sidelines were even more bewildered.
From their perspective, the Lost Sheep had ignored the crows' attacks and grabbed the unresponsive Tang Yongyun by the head, only for its own arm to suddenly explode.
Gerard looked as though his entire family had just died. This monster... Even the Lost Sheep is no match for him?!
He wanted to flee, but a glance at the surrounding area, which had once again been sealed off by the crows, brought a look of utter despair to his face.
“Monster?” Tang Yongyun looked at the Lost Sheep coldly.
The black liquid was doom condensed to its absolute limit. Anyone who touched it would inevitably suffer extreme misfortune.
The only reason the creature hadn't dropped dead on the spot was because its strength had reached the level of a Tier 4 Calamity.
Tang Yongyun raised his right hand, black doom coalescing in his palm. “Didn't you say my crows can do nothing but caw in the face of the strong?”
Under the Lost Sheep's watchful eyes, the black liquid reshaped itself into a crow. This crow was entirely different from the others.
The moment it appeared, the surrounding environment turned significantly grayer, as if the entire world had been plunged into misfortune.
Whoosh!
The Lost Sheep turned and bolted, completely ignoring Gerard, who was looking at it in despair.
In a mere instant, its figure vanished. Tang Yongyun's doom crow had only flown halfway before the Lost Sheep was completely out of sight.
Tang Yongyun frowned deeply. He immediately dispatched a portion of the crows in the sky to search for the Lost Sheep. The creature had run too fast—so fast that he hadn't even been able to react in time.
Humph. Run all you want. Having touched liquid doom, even if you don't die, you'll still lose a layer of skin! Tang Yongyun stared coldly in the direction the creature had fled.
Touching doom and having an arm explode was merely the appetizer.
A few seconds later, dozens of kilometers away.
A dark shadow flashed into existence and came to a halt. The Lost Sheep looked back at the barely visible central city with lingering dread. “Damn monster, just you wait! The next time we meet, I'll show you what true fear is!”
“Huh, Supreme Pontiff, why is there a Specter here?” Before the Lost Sheep could even catch its breath, a puzzled voice echoed.
The Lost Sheep spun around. It saw a man wearing white robes, a black side-parted hairstyle, and brown-rimmed glasses staring at it with curiosity.
“Interesting. You seem a bit different from those other Specters.” Yuan Zuozhi looked at the Lost Sheep with a faint smile.
Sensing the aura radiating from the man, the Lost Sheep's face fell. Where did another Tier 4 come from?! How the hell am I this unlucky?!
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