Gao Peng knew that Fat Sea wouldn't harm him. He slowed down and secretly communicated with Fat Sea. "What's the problem?"
Da Zi also tilted his head and said, "Gao Peng, I feel it too. These people don't seem to have any emotions."
No emotions?
How could a living person not have any emotions? Even plants had joy, anger, sadness, and joy.
Gao Peng's expression didn't change. He summoned the Hundred Faces Dragon Ant and switched to the Diurnal Pupil. Then, he borrowed the Dragon Ant's sixth sense vision.
In Gao Peng's eyes, the huge tribe in front of him instantly changed.
The clear sky became gloomy, as if a layer of invisible dark clouds covered the sun.
Above the cloud-filled sky, a looming huge body revealed a corner of its lofty figure.
A gust of wind blew and lifted a corner of the dark clouds.
Behind the dark clouds was a dark green face. A slender finger that seemed to be made of dead wood pinched a thin white thread.
A low growl was whispered in the wind. There was also a faint sobbing sound coming from somewhere.
Countless threads fell from the dark clouds and extended into the village.
Countless threads,
Densely packed,
Landed on the top of everyone's head,
Pierced through the spine,
Connected to the joints, elbows, and knees.
They were like puppets,
They were like toys.
The expressions on their faces were stiff and stiff. Their every move and step was like a robot that had been measured.
Gao Peng finally realized what he had sensed earlier that was wrong.
The distance of every step they took was exactly the same. There was no change.
Their faces were gloomy and gloomy.
Their gray cheeks were cold and stiff. Even their smiles were so scary.
"This … this is." Gao Peng raised his head and stared at the dark clouds.
The dark clouds rolled endlessly.
The silhouette of a human face emerged from the dark clouds and stared at Gao Peng.
Spiderweb-Like lines crisscrossed on the face. There were two holes where the eyes should be. Thick black fog seeped out from the corners of the eyes.
"You actually discovered me." The human face opened and closed silently. A sharp voice rang out from the depths of Gao Peng's mind.
[Monster Name]: Suture Demon Spirit – Desolation of Grudge
[Monster Level]: Level 100 (Quasi God Great Perfection)
[Monster Grade]: Legendary/Legendary
[Monster Skills]: Mind Puppet Level 10
Soul Power Lv9
Body of Malice Lv9
Life Drain Lv9
[Monster Territory] Demon Spirit Doll Territory
[Deified Monster Body Parts] (Elemental creatures do not have specific body parts, only deified ratio. Current deified ratio: 99%)
[Special Characteristics]
Soul Thread (Special ability, able to weave souls into threads.
Passive Effect 1: Can use Soul Threads to control the target and extract Life Plunder from the target's body.
Passive Effect 2: The Soul Thread can touch the soul and is extremely tough. It can bind the soul and cause damage.)
Pale Hell (Pale End, Only Cold Hell).
Active Effect 1: After use, Desolation of Grudge can greatly plunder all the vitality within the range and absorb and transform it according to a certain proportion to strengthen itself. This ability has a period of inactivity after use.
Passive Effect 2: The place where the vitality is absorbed by Desolation of Grudge with Pale Hell will be transformed into Pale Hell. In this area, souls will not be reincarnated, and all kinds of strange things will be born. After a long time, Desolation of Grudge can be completely absorbed by Desolation of Grudge, making it stronger.
Active Effect 3: After activation, Desolation of Grudge can release all the Pale Hell. In the Pale Hell, all its abilities will be greatly enhanced.)
[Monster Weakness]: Abyss Soul Jade can effectively absorb Desolation of Grudge's Soul Threads.
[Monster Description]: A Demon Spirit monster formed by extreme resentment. Over a long period of time, Demon Spirit monsters absorb all kinds of extreme resentment in the world and gradually become stronger. Finally, after enough opportunities, they grow into an extremely powerful Demon Spirit monster and even faintly touch the authority of God.
"Then … you will become my puppet."
Several Soul Threads scuttled out of the dark clouds like snakes. Their movements were vicious, attacking Gao Peng from all angles.
Every thread was aimed at Gao Peng's vital points: eyes, eyebrows, and heart.
Da Zi opened its mouth angrily, and thunder turned into a purple dragon and rushed out. When the Soul Threads met the thunder, it was like wood meeting fire. If Huo Xiaowu was big, it might not be ignited temporarily. But if Huo Daowu was small, it would be swallowed by the fierce flames in an instant.
The Soul Threads were annihilated by the thunder. Seeing this, Da Zi's arrogance soared. It was fierce, unlike its usual lazy and cowardly appearance.
The tip of its tail stood up, and the thunder around its body shone brightly. Infinite thunder turned into a thunder prison that filled the sky and attacked Desolation of Grudge.
The dark clouds were pierced by the thunder, and the threads were cut.
As the threads were cut, the puppet connected to the threads fell to the ground with a thud. The last bit of vitality in its body quickly disappeared. Its skin turned black, and a large number of livor mortis appeared on its face. A foul smell filled the air.
Zhou Hui, who had just walked quickly to his parents, watched as they fell to the ground and turned into two cold corpses.
He was stunned, as if a basin of cold water had been poured over his head.
Looking at the livor mortis, they had probably been dead for a long time.
It was their corpses that were talking to him just now.
With a thud, he knelt on the ground and cried bitterly on the corpses.
So what if they were corpses?
He was not an idiot. How could he not have noticed the abnormality just now? But he had not returned for a long time, so he chose to forget these abnormalities.
He just wanted to go home. He just wanted to lie on the old bed that existed in his distant memories and talk to his parents.
He just wanted to drink a mouthful of the old soup they cooked.
Why … Why couldn't he fulfill such a simple request?
"Why!" Zhou Hui roared at the sky.
Dense blood vessels filled his eyes. His angry cheeks were distorted because of his ferocious expression.
"Pfft." A Soul Thread hung down from the dark clouds, and Zhou Hui's head was pierced. The thread penetrated his spine, his bones, and his soul.
From his knees, his heart, his shoulders, and his elbows, strands of woven silk emerged and disappeared into the dark clouds above his head.
He did not have the strength to stand up lightly. The tips of his feet touched the ground, his shoulders drooped, and his head hung on his shoulders. He looked like a puppet that had been lifted up.
The patterns on the face behind the clouds shook violently. Hiding behind the dark clouds, he stared at Gao Peng viciously.
"Pale Hell!"
The ground dried up and quickly turned pale.
The life force of the straw on the thatched hut was sucked out, and it became as light as dry firewood. A gust of wind blew it away.
The pale ground turned into sand. Perhaps this was why this move was called Pale Hell. All life force would be sucked out, including the soil, and turn it into sand.
Gao Peng's pupils constricted. 'Is it so fierce? It's using a big move right from the start.'
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
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