Luo Di and Hua Yuan seem to have reached some kind of special cooperation.
Their running did not last long either.
The tongue in his mouth suddenly tensed up like a steel rod, raising high and forcefully thudding, forcing the running Luo Di to a sudden halt, his dark pupils scanning the surroundings quickly.
Hua Yuan also stopped, feeling something as well, a consistency thicker and more dangerous.
there were no coffins in this area, nor could any running sounds be heard; it seemed the deceased had not given chase.
A faint sound of leaves was captured.
Both of them immediately fixed their gaze under a tree in front of them, where from the darkness cast by the tree’s shade, an inconspicuous black leather glove emerged.
It didn’t crawl out by disturbing the soil; the ground was completely undisturbed.
Instead of saying it crawled out, it’s more like it formed out of the darkness. Such a way of moving had largely surpassed both of their understanding.
If they hadn’t stopped in time just now, they would have collided head-on with the corpse.
They were about ten meters apart at the moment,
and when the corpse fully emerged from the darkness and revealed its true form,
both Luo Di and Hua Yuan tasted a kind of unspeakable fear on a visual level.
The special enamelled silver coin mask of the deceased had not been transferred along with the darkness, revealing his [face] for the first time.
It was a face that had fully collapsed inward, like an endless pit.
Because the deceased took a step forward, a beam of light that passed through the leaves happened to fall on the face, sinking into the deep, dark indent, illuminating its interior.
Within the depths of the face, at the very bottom of the pit.
Countless bodies were piling up inside, their flesh glowing with a dim luster, becoming soft, like tentacles, interconnected in strands.
The chilling laughter was produced by the mutual squeezing of these bodies.
but a welcoming of the living and an invitation to join.
At the same moment of witnessing this scene, a whisper penetrated their eardrums.
≮En’othk uulg’shuul (Death Sleeps Deep Black)≯
Despite being an unknown language, Luo Di and his companions understood it!
As if their brains had started to accept this unknown language,
Or perhaps, after seeing this scene, they could understand such a language,
The luster known as [black] also flickered in and out of both of their brains.
However, both had a high resistance to fear, quickly suppressing it with their willpower. Their expressions became extraordinarily firm, as if they had made a certain decision.
Both persons scattered to the left and right simultaneously.
Hua Yuan had returned to her usual girly appearance, with the spiritual structure representing the [Invader] separating out and following like a shadow.
The Spiritual Body displayed its most clear and complete figure,
It was the nightmare form of a conglomerate of invaders who had once attacked Hua Yuan, filtered and fused through her psyche.
A gigantic body far surpassing an ordinary person,
Arms covered in tattoos and highly invasive,
Heads of various men coming into view on the surface of the torso,
Wearing tight trousers with an unbuckled belt on the lower half.
Hua Yuan ran to the side of a particularly sharp tree; the Spiritual Body immediately embraced it, pulling the tree that was over three meters tall from its roots and making a javelin-throwing gesture.
The sharp-ended tree was thrown towards the location of the deceased.
The laughter came through,
The approaching large tree was directly split in two, with a pitch-black cutting surface.
Whether it was because of the throwing attack, or because of the destruction of the forest,
The deceased had completely locked onto Hua Yuan and began to chase her in an exaggerated running posture, doubling the speed.
Hua Yuan also started her escape after throwing, along the way, any object large and heavy enough, be it a tree or a rock, was hurled by the Spiritual Body.
She had thought this would stall for a bit,
But no matter what was thrown, how fast it was, anything that came close to the deceased was slashed apart.
The so-called delay was completely ineffective,
Hua Yuan once again had the Spiritual Body uproot the tree in front of her, just as she was preparing to throw it... Crack! A dim sheen of light fell instantly.
At the same time as the tree was split, another of Hua Yuan’s arms was flung into the air. ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ nοvelfire.net
Even the Spiritual Body formed from the psyche was severed and dissipated.
The loss of an arm was one thing,
But the severing of the Spiritual Body directly harmed Hua Yuan’s mental state, causing blood to flow from all seven facial orifices, her condition was quite dire.
In the dire situation with both arms lost and blood flowing from the seven orifices,
Hua Yuan showed neither fear nor the inclination to flee.
Instead, she stood before the deceased and laughed aloud,
Seeming to exert extreme emotional venting to repress her inner fear,
Laughing at herself for going from being the leading figure of the sisterhood to such a plight,
Or perhaps she was simply laughing, preparing for something.
The deceased had no pity or hesitation,
With the black knife raised above his head, he brought it down in a chopping motion.
Hua Yuan whispered gently.
Her face immediately cracked open in a Corner-like manner.
It was a transformation every Mature Pseudo-Person could achieve, known as "Blood Flesh Corner."
Usually used to shape Corner-like Spaces and in a union with other Pseudo-People to build seams, it was a form of Thought Corner manifestation.
But Hua Yuan’s situation was different.
As the Blood Flesh Corners on her face bloomed like flowers, her entire head ripped apart during the process, the facial skin bursting open in a bloom.