“I've changed my mind.”
The red wall of wind dissipated, Zhulong's cold voice howling through the gale.
Everyone saw a dense swarm of aberrations surrounding the windless zone, stretching as far as the eye could see.
They stood in the wind, motionless, as if waiting for something, eerily resembling a well-disciplined army.
And now, with a wave of Zhulong's hand, several figures appeared at the very front of the aberration swarm.
No, perhaps it was hard to even call these things human.
Their physiques were similar to humans, but their exposed skin was covered in tattoos.
Moreover, each of them was incredibly robust, with fangs in their mouths, curved claws on their fingers, and bodies clad in leather armor or scales.
This was exactly the form of a beast-hybrid!
It was the same state Wang Gaofeng had entered after injecting the potion, only far more perfected and stable.
This state of theirs was what truly matched the beast-hybrids that appeared in the mid-to-late stages of the game in Xu Mo's memory.
Seeing the bloodthirsty looks on their faces, Xu Mo couldn't help but burst out laughing.
“Hehe...”
“Now we're talking. This look is much more fitting.”
With that, he looked up playfully and glanced at Zhulong in the distance.
“I see. After watching me kill that Wang Gaofeng guy, you realized you should finish transforming before showing your faces?”
“I guess you live and learn. Not bad, hahaha!”
Except for Xie Jin, no one had any idea what she was talking about. They stared at her in bewilderment, unable to comprehend what she was laughing at.
Only Zhulong's face twitched, a flash of humiliated rage crossing his eyes.
“Hmph, you're overthinking it,” Zhulong sneered, staring coldly at “Bai Feifei.”
“Enough talk!”
“Whatever tricks your Masked Hermit Society has up its sleeve, show them now.”
Zhulong's voice grew completely frigid.
“Since polite words are wasted on you, I might as well just leave all of you here!”
With a slight twitch of his finger, the dense hordes of aberrations on the periphery began to slowly press inward.
The ground began to shake. Without a moment's hesitation, these beastkin, carrying a bloodthirsty aura, charged forward alongside the aberrations.
Meanwhile, far behind the crowd, numerous aberrations began colliding, merging into a massive, blurry mass as their auras skyrocketed.
—An Assemble-a-Monster riot.
Zhulong stood there, his fingers still twitching slightly.
It was as if everything was under his control.
No one could understand how this man was commanding such a horde of aberrations.
【Earth! Rumble!】
Right then, a heavy voice rang out.
Capricorn Xiao Xinghan made his move.
Just two words. His Word Soul was as concise and powerful as the man himself.
Huge fissures instantly ripped open across the ground, swallowing numerous aberrations before snapping shut in a flash!
At the same time, countless earthen walls rose from the ground, rumbling forward toward the aberration horde, instantly crushing the smaller aberrations at the front.
Under the hands of this top-tier Edgerunner, the strength of these creatures was still far from enough.
“Prioritize the merging aberrations in the back!” Xiao Xinghan's voice echoed calmly from inside his armor, instantly identifying the biggest threat.
“There's something wrong with them. They'll keep getting stronger, so we can't let them accumulate!”
He stepped forward, the goat-head relief on his shoulder glowing with a dull yellow light.
Countless earthen spikes shot up from the ground, directly impaling and exploding the clustering aberrations.
As the chaotic battle erupted, Xu Mo suddenly turned his head.
He glanced at He Jinfan, a highly irresponsible smile playing on his lips.
“I'm going to have some fun.”
“You act according to plan.”
Without waiting for He Jinfan's response, he turned and charged out.
Sword-light exploded amidst the aberration horde. Like a launched cannonball, he began tearing through their ranks.
He planned to take advantage of the massive mob density to grind some levels and steal some kills.
Once the situation was ripe, he would let himself get submerged by the aberrations, find a spot out of sight, and log into his Sinking Black account.
With the strength Zhulong had shown so far, defeating him shouldn't be a problem using his Sinking Black identity combined with the Crown of Time Lag.
The only issue was that he still didn't know what was causing the Heart of the World to throb.
He Jinfan stood in place, his mind a complete blank.
Act according to plan?
He didn't know a single thing!
He was just an impostor! This Masked Hermit Society was truly a bizarre organization—how could they be so casual when dealing with something of this scale?
What was he supposed to do?
He looked around, and his gaze eventually locked onto Wan Qianhong.
She was half-kneeling on the ground, blood still seeping from her eyes, ears, nose, and mouth, her face as pale as a sheet of paper.
She was still using her Word Soul, attempting to stop a chariot like a mantis. While everyone else was fighting, she could only channel her Word Soul with all her might, completely unable to move.
At this moment, she clenched her teeth, yet she couldn't even stand up.
A trace of admiration flashed in He Jinfan's eyes. This girl is awesome!
Her strength was clearly lacking, yet she still played such a crucial role at a time like this.
Especially just now, what was it she said in front of everyone?
Step up when duty calls!
Damn, that was so freaking cool. If only I were the one who said those words...
Keeping these thoughts to himself, he didn't linger. He dashed over, squatted down, and pulled a golden item out of his storage item.
“Open your mouth,” he said.
Wan Qianhong was still a bit dazed and instinctively turned her head to look at him.
He Jinfan didn't bother to explain. He shoved the golden pill directly into her mouth, and unable to resist, Wan Qianhong swallowed it down.
A warm current spread from her stomach, flowing along with her blood into every limb and bone.
Her damaged meridians were wrapped in a gentle power, easing her pain and making her breathing smooth again.
Within seconds, she felt more than half-recovered.
She looked up in shock at the yellow-masked man before her.
Normally, she would be highly resistant to anything resembling a potion right now, but seeing that he was associated with the Masked Hermit Society, she felt slightly more at ease.
“What... is this?” she asked in a raspy voice.
“Don't worry about it. Just know it's good stuff.” He Jinfan stood up and gave Wan Qianhong a thumbs-up.
“You did great. Keep it up.”
Wan Qianhong froze.
She stared at He Jinfan in disbelief. You're not planning to make a move?
At a time like this, all you have to say is "keep it up"?
“Se... Senior,” Wan Qianhong panted. “Where did Bai Feifei go?”
“Who?” He Jinfan blinked, then quickly caught himself. “Oh, you mean that woman from our organization?”
“Don't worry about her. She has her own mission. We act independently.”
“Are you still not planning to make a move?” Wan Qianhong asked. “This shouldn't be much of a problem for you, right?”
He Jinfan's mouth twitched.
Of course it's a huge problem!
His legs were still shaking. Not wetting himself just now was already an exceptional performance.
But since he still didn't understand what "Bai Feifei" meant by the plan, he could only clasp his hands behind his back, keeping his face under the mask extremely tense.
“Hold on,” he said. “This is a trial meant for you!”
Wan Qianhong: ?
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