Faced with the gushing willpower impact, the three Gray Knights let out a furious bellow, wanting to fend it off with all their might.
However, willpower impact was purely a mental attack. It was a contest of wills, and it did not matter how strong one's physical body was.
In terms of a contest of wills, Smiling Face was clearly an expert.
The three monsters trembled under his willpower impact, unable to say a word. Blood flowed from their seven apertures, as if their brains were going to evaporate.
Even the gray flesh, which had been controlling the three Conferred Knights, kept on trembling and screaming under the impact of the white light. The wills in their cells seemed to have been doused with sulfuric acid, and they kept on being killed.
However, Smiling Face's real target, the Terrene Shrine's bishop, who was covered in disgusting tentacles, only spat out a mouthful of blood and looked coldly at Smiling Face, not saying a word.
'How is this possible?
'Even a level 27 Conferred Knight wouldn't just end up spitting out a mouthful of blood after receiving my willpower impact head-on. This man... '
The bishop smiled. "Is it hard to understand?"
He slowly raised his hands, and countless faces contorted and deformed under his body. Many of the flesh protruded out, as if they had taken the form of human faces. They howled, bellowed, and begged for mercy, as if a myriad of ghosts had descended.
"I'm begging you, kill me, kill me!"
"Someone, save my child!"
"Boohoohoo ~ ~"
All sorts of voices rang out, from the elderly to the children, from men to women.
Just as Smiling Face was in a daze, the environment around him changed drastically. It was as if countless black shadows of various sizes, old and young, had dashed out and grabbed onto his body.
Some elderly people cried out as they grabbed onto his neck.
Some children howled as they tried to hold onto his ankles.
Some men bellowed furiously as they grabbed onto his arm.
A myriad of ghostly shadows moved together, as if they wanted to drag him into the pitch-black door before him.
At the next moment, the light and shadows changed, and Smiling Face saw clearly that the door was actually the bishop's body, which had countless tentacles twisting about.
Smiling Face glared at the bishop, sending out waves of his martial will crazily, tearing the figures who had grabbed onto him into shreds.
"What on earth have you done?!"
"What have I done? Do you still not understand, mortal? " The bishop laughed out loud. "We don't just have powerful physical bodies. I've also added in the consciousness of those ants, allowing us to be invincible in the battle of willpower impacts."
Smiling Face suddenly turned and saw that the three Gray Knights, who had been bleeding from their seven apertures, were now standing there unscathed. The lion head twisted his neck and said coldly, "Now, it's my turn to come out for a breather."
The bodies of the three Gray Knights had been stuffed with countless human consciousnesses. When faced with the impact of the consciousnesses, it was just a matter of one dying in exchange for another.
Seeing this, Smiling Face's voice turned cold. He stared at the bishop and asked, "How much consciousness did you stuff in? "Oh, how many people did you kill?"
"Oh? Do Conferred Knights care about the numbers of those ants? " The bishop shrugged. "But if you ask me, I really don't know. Do you remember what you had for breakfast yesterday, the day before yesterday, or even a month ago?"
Violent martial will shot out in all directions with Smiling Face as the center. The three Gray Knights let out agonizing cries under this gush of power.
However, the bishop smiled and faced the gushing martial will. He used the commoner's consciousness in his body to fend off this impact. As long as the human lives in his body were not completely depleted, it was impossible for him to be defeated by the impact of martial will.
Smiling Face looked at the bishop, and his heart gradually sank. 'Undying physically and undamaged mentally. This is going to be troublesome.'
The bishop laughed maniacally and said, "Conferred Knights are able to perform willpower impacts because ordinary people don't know this technique. Then when you're facing the willpower impacts of several tens, several hundred, or even several thousand people, what would you feel?"
"Enjoy it. Enjoy their pain."
At the next moment, violent, turbulent currents of consciousness that were filled with all sorts of fury, despair, terror, and grief gushed out from the bishop's body. It was as if a myriad of ghosts had come out from the gates, and endless black shadows engulfed Smiling Face in that instant.
Plaits and Old Man looked at this scene in astonishment. However, the consciousness controlling the cells in their bodies had been killed by Smiling Face's willpower impacts. Thus, they stood up and got into battle stances.
The bishop looked at this scene coldly, but his face was filled with disdain. He instructed, "Leave this to me. Number 1, go and capture the remaining one."
...
In the underground passageway, Fang Xingjian came to a large hall. The entire hall was filled with the stench of corpses. He walked quietly on a small path in the middle of the hall. The deep pits on both sides of the path were filled with countless white bones and rotten flesh.
There were at least several thousand people who had died in the endless pit of corpses.
Looking at the corpses everywhere, killing intent seemed to gather in Fang Xingjian's eyes. The mental cultivation method in his mind continued to circulate at an increasingly faster speed.
Suddenly, a black shadow darted out from the pit. However, before he could get close, sword light flashed continuously, and four streams of blood splattered out from his body. He fell before Fang Xingjian.
Fang Xingjian looked at the black shadow lying in a pool of blood, and the killing intent in his eyes grew even more intense.
It was the body of a child who was three or four years old. However, the child's limbs had been replaced with dog legs, and his eyes and ears had been sewn up. Fang Xingjian could sense the madness and death intent from the other party, and he could clearly sense that the other party had completely gone mad.
He casually sent out a series of sword light, killing the modified child.
Fang Xingjian increased his pace, and the killing intent in his eyes grew even more intense. He continued to head deeper underground. However, wherever he passed by, long sword marks would unknowingly be left behind. It was as if there was an uncontrollable power that kept on surging out from Fang Xingjian's body.
After passing through the mass grave and a tunnel that was over 1,000 meters long, the stench of blood assaulted his nostrils.
What entered Fang Xingjian's eyes were countless naked men and women hanging from the ceiling of the cave.
Each of them had various wounds on their bodies. Some had half their heads chopped off, while others had their limbs chopped off, and so on.
Blood flowed on the ground, illuminating the entire hall in a blood-red color.
Deathly aura emanated from Fang Xingjian's body, and the ground under his feet kept on shattering. It was as if there was a longsword slicing the ground.
The killing intent in his eyes was like a raging gale, and he stepped on the viscous blood as he headed toward the center of the blood-colored hall.
Along the way, other than seeing corpses hanging like dead pigs, Fang Xingjian could also see all sorts of torture devices. There were often remnants of fresh blood and minced flesh on them, and there were even corpses lying on them with terrified expressions on their faces.
A series of sounds of knives being sharpened rang out from the depths of the hall. When Fang Xingjian arrived at the location where the sounds were coming from, he saw a short human figure sitting there, focusing on sharpening a kitchen knife.
A voice that was filled with neurosis kept on ringing out from the other party's mouth.
"Hehehehe, babies have the freshest and most tender flesh. It melts in one bite.
"The flesh of aristocratic ladies is the tastiest, and it tastes the best when served cold.
"The flesh of Knights is the chewiest, and I always feel like roasting it."
As Fang Xingjian's footsteps rang out, the short man slowly turned around. The kitchen knife in his hand slid across the whetstone, revealing an ugly face with contorted features and burns.
Looking at Fang Xingjian, he chuckled, "There's meat to eat again." As he spoke, he could not help but drool from the corners of his lips.
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