You really can't tell who is on the evil side between us.
After filling his stomach, Wu Suowei found a crooked neck tree to sit and rest. From somewhere, he conjured a tea set and leisurely brewed tea.
"Heh, it seems we're lost. Let's rest for a bit."
"Alright, Great God Wu, I'll stand guard for you."
Bai Ye thought to himself, 'You're so powerful and invincible, you get tired too?'
Wu Suowei then conjured a 32-inch LCD TV from God knows where and connected it to his phone wirelessly. The screen showed a live broadcast of a King's Canyon KPL match.
...So you're not tired, you just want to watch the match!
Wait, how is there signal in the Abyss? And where did this TV come from anyway?
Bai Ye's big eyes were filled with question marks.
But he quickly calmed down and went over to watch the live broadcast with him.
"I didn't expect Great God Wu to be a gaming addict."
"It's an interesting match between XYG and EDG."
"Next time you and Duan Chen duo queue, bring me along, okay? I'm a national server Mi Yue, super skilled."
"Okay."
Wu Suowei nodded and took a sip of his tea.
In the distance, a swarm of Chi Mei revealed confused expressions.
???
This is too arrogant!
Drinking tea and watching TV right in front of us...
Do they not see us as existing!
The swarm of green eyes converged, their grotesque bodies shrouded in mist, a dangerous oppressive aura surrounding them.
Bai Ye's eyes sharpened. The Myriad Crows roared, and a massive AOE attack descended. The Chi Mei immediately tucked their tails and fled.
Wu Suowei glanced over, "Not bad."
"We can't let them disturb Great God while he's watching the stream," Bai Ye said with a light smile.
'As if! My ultimate skill couldn't even break his skin, and you guys coming here would just be a waste of energy.'
'Might as well show off a bit.'
Bai Ye swallowed the last bite of the unpalatable candied alligator tail and wished he was home.
Suddenly, from behind the trees in the depths of the swamp, a team of massive, alien-like creatures emerged, with masked cavalry riding on their backs.
The man at the forefront wore a metal token at his waist, inscribed with the ancient character for "West" in blood-red ink.
"Great God, visitors are here," Bai Ye said softly.
"Hehehe, the navigators have arrived."
Wu Suowei's eyes lit up, and he revealed a kind smile.
...
Duan Chen entered a dilapidated temple in the Yin Mountains.
The temple once housed a headless deity, but now even its head was gone.
The deity's lower half stood on two green serpent dragons. Its robes were tattered, and it seemed to have once been inlaid with jewels, but now all that remained were dry, cracked mud.
However, judging by its form, it was possible to infer a connection to the statue of the Virgin Mary in the central area of Mirror City.
Duan Chen casually leaned against the wall and closed his eyes slightly.
While appearing to be dozing, he had secretly activated his God's Eye, his perspective climbing, taking in all his pursuers.
Three people.
One was tall and thin, with a ferocious aura; one had a beer belly and a wine gourd hanging from his waist; one was a brute, carrying two cleavers.
All three had ill intentions. Their chests, like the old woman before them, were hollowed out.
The three conferred briefly, then charged towards the dilapidated temple, brandishing their cleavers.
"Intruders, kill!"
"Intruders, kill without mercy!"
Duan Chen sneered and opened his eyes again, staring at the temple entrance.
Holding his black gun, Duan Chen considered whether to use spirit bullets. The old woman earlier could be dealt with by normal attacks, but these three seemed to have higher combat power.
Fighting three against one on their territory was clearly a disadvantage.
However, if he could instantly kill at least one of them, it wouldn't be a tough fight.
With this thought, Duan Chen made up his mind, adjusted his breathing, and pulled back the bolt.
Suppressing his killing intent, he held his breath and waited behind the wall at the temple entrance.
The first brute to rush in had no time to assess the situation inside when a whistling sound filled his ears.
Bang!
The gunshot pierced the quiet space. The bullet, enveloped in a dense spiritual energy, broke through layers of air and directly entered the brute's skull.
With a crack, shattered tissue splattered. The brute was instantly headshotted.
The spirit bullet, passing through, lost none of its power and left a terrifying hole in the dark wall.
The tall, thin man and the drunkard, still propelled by their momentum, rushed forward. They both looked in the direction of the gunshot—
No one???
"Looking for me?"
A cold voice echoed from above.
As the two looked up, Duan Chen dropped from the ceiling.
Swish—!
The black blade slashed down from above.
The drunkard's arm holding the wine gourd hit the ground. Simultaneously, Duan Chen's second slash rose from below. The drunkard staggered and crashed to the ground.
For the third strike, Duan Chen finished off the drunkard, severing his head to prevent any unforeseen developments.
Gurgle, gurgle. The drunkard's astonished and confused head rolled to the tall, thin man's feet.
His eyes widened to the extreme. He swallowed hard and looked down at the head by his feet. He was bewildered.
In just one encounter, two of their group were eliminated??
As a first-class guard of Wawa Village, he had seen many intruders and gruesome deaths, but he had never encountered such simple and brutal methods before.
If it weren't for his position being the furthest from Duan Chen, if he hadn't been a step slower than the brute...
He would have been the one to die!
The enemy was not only calm but also cautious. If he hadn't decapitated the drunkard, he might have found a way to "revive" him.
But now, only he remained.
After a mere 0.5 seconds of stunned silence, Duan Chen's swift blade continued its assault. The tall, thin man reacted extremely quickly, retreating backward, creating a distance between them.
He thought he had escaped Duan Chen's attack range, but unexpectedly, a faint, sinister smile appeared on Duan Chen's lips, and the roulette in his eyes spun—
"Sequence 033: Shadow Clone Jutsu."
"What?!" The tall, thin man exclaimed, his eyes wide as saucers.
A chilling sense of danger suddenly came from behind him. He quickly turned his head and saw a second Duan Chen standing behind him, the black gun barrel aimed at him.
Bang!
The bullet fired, entering the tall, thin man's forehead. Pale yellow liquid splattered, and he was propelled backward by the force of the shot, landing on the ground and stirring up clouds of dust.
Step, step. Duan Chen walked over and severed his head with a single strike.
A wisp of sinister energy emanated from the severed neck of the tall, thin man.
Duan Chen ended him with one blow and then focused his gaze towards the village.
There were no screams or disturbances within a three-hundred-meter radius. Under normal circumstances, after a gunshot incident, nearby civilians would react.
But the current situation was strange.
The dilapidated temple was less than a hundred meters from the village as the crow flies, yet it was remarkably quiet.
While remaining vigilant, Duan Chen crouched down and quickly examined the body of the tall, thin man.
He found a twisted, metallic-feeling token in his pocket, with a faint residue of demonic energy.
An ancient character for "Wa" was inscribed on it.
Duan Chen pocketed the token and headed towards the village.
A desolate hillside with bushes, dense trees and bamboo groves concealed a dirt path, surrounded by paddy fields that had just been planted.
Further ahead, a disused reservoir and a well filled with duckweed. Dilapidated houses nestled within the hills came into view.
"Fresh vegetables for sale, fresh cabbage," an old man at a vegetable stall called out loudly.
A woman carrying a basket went over, casually picked one, placed it in her bamboo basket, and walked away with a smile.
There was still some sign of life.
Duan Chen walked over, pretending to pick cabbage. "Grandpa, your cabbage looks good."