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In that moment, a surge of Dark Malevolent Energy coursed through me, and even my eyes were engulfed in a crimson haze, leaving only the Blood World within my gaze.
"Kill!!"
With my thoughts ignited, a deep roar erupted from my throat, and I leaped down from the steps. My sword sliced through the air, and in that instant, my attack range was astonishing. With one sweeping strike, I decapitated all the Wet Corpses within a two-meter radius below the steps. A dozen swollen heads flew into the air, their putrid Corpse Poison mingling with the foul stench that splattered everywhere.
I landed almost directly in the midst of those disgusting liquids, finding my footing atop a pile of headless Wet Corpses. If it weren't for my solid stance, I would have surely fallen over while standing on these Wet Corpses!
These Wet Corpses were not strong; they were essentially at a level of incompetence. However, there were simply too many of them, and I couldn't afford to get injured. This was where the danger and difficulty lay.
Now, having just rushed down from the Passageway's steps, these Wet Corpses no longer held back and charged at me like crazed beasts.
When dealing with rabid dogs, one can only use a stick; if you beat them to death, they won't cause chaos anymore.
When facing madmen, you must be even more insane!
Amidst the chaotic dance of corpses, the ferocity within my chest ignited as I roared and charged toward those Wet Corpses!
I found myself in an awkward situation of being surrounded. The only way out was to deal with those in front first, then tackle those on the sides!
With a flick of my wrist, I twirled the sword's tip into a flourish before executing a feinting strike forward. My attack range was now vast compared to before. This thrust aimed straight at the chests of five or six Wet Corpses directly in front of me, knocking them down to the ground. The water inside their bodies sprayed all over me—so foul!
Driven by an overwhelming Killing Intent, I realized that I had become like a madman. After toppling the Wet Corpses blocking my path, I turned to face the Dirty Things charging at me from both sides.
But someone was faster!
Two shadows silently appeared on either side of me.
One was Zhengyang.
The other was a bowl.
Just as I was lost in the chaos of battle, a bowl appeared silently, guarding my right side like a sturdy shield!
"Go all out and attack!"
Zhengyang: "Leave the rest to us. As long as we live, no one can take your rear!"
In the midst of the melee, I saw Bald Qiang and the others joining in. With the three of us leading the charge, their pressure was significantly reduced. Even without Daoist Practice, Bald Qiang wielded a crowbar, picking off enemies wherever he could, smashing a Wet Corpse's skull with a single blow.
In short, their burden was light!
I merely glanced at them and felt reassured. Without further hesitation, I charged forward like a madman!
I felt the beast that had long been suppressed within me finally reveal its claws; even the slightest shred of compassion could no longer keep it at bay!
If you were to ask what that beast was, I honestly couldn't say. All I knew was that I had been holding my breath for too long, enduring for too long; that breath was my driving force, like a raging flood. It propelled me forward but also drove me into madness!
I had been stifled for far too long, endured for far too long, waited for far too long!
All these chaotic thoughts finally transformed into a violent killing intent. Even if there were towering giants ahead, I would charge headlong into them—either I would be shattered to pieces or I would flatten everything in my path!
And these before me were my obstacles.
Those who block my way shall die!!
With every strike that fell, a Wet Corpse would collapse at my feet; with every roar of rage, I denounced fate itself.
Kill! Kill! Kill!
This mantra echoed relentlessly within my chest, and I became entranced by it. I lost count of how many Wet Corpses I had felled; all I knew was that my clothes were drenched in their foul fluids and that my spear remained pointed forward as my steps resolutely pressed on!
I searched for my prey with blood-red eyes, then tore it apart without hesitation, forgetting the occasion and the time.
It was only when a pair of cold yet smooth hands grasped my knife-wielding hand, and a delicate figure suddenly embraced me, that I finally stopped. The frenzied killing intent gradually calmed down, and my blood-soaked vision slowly returned to clarity.
The first thing I met was a pair of cool, star-like eyes. The emotions within them were calm, as deep as the ocean, as if they belonged to an expansive world.
It was those eyes that gradually brought me back to tranquility.
I looked at her in confusion, not understanding why she had stopped me.
"Stop. We've already made our way out."
She sighed lightly, then suddenly raised her hand to smooth my hair. As her fingertips brushed across my forehead, a refreshing sensation coursed through me. In that moment, I distinctly saw an emotion called heartache reflected in her ever-deep and tranquil eyes.
Was she feeling heartache for me?
What was wrong with me?
I felt somewhat bewildered.
Without needing to ask, she seemed to guess what I was thinking and softly said, "Look back."
I paused for a moment before shifting my attention to the surroundings.
It turned out that we had unknowingly fought our way out and had reached the banks of the Sacred River. However, when I turned to look behind me, I was stunned.
Behind me lay a ground strewn with dismembered limbs and shattered bodies!
Not a single complete corpse remained; on this shallow bank, hundreds of wet corpses had been taken down. The Bald Qiang surrounding me all wore complex expressions.
As for the remaining wet corpses, they had all retreated far from us and surprisingly ceased their attacks!
As my gaze fell upon the Wet Corpses, they emitted a dull growl, not one of defiance, but rather of fear.
Can corpses feel fear?
Yes, they lack humanity, but possess animal instincts. They fear the existence that could lead to their utter destruction; it is instinctual, an absolute suppression of the food chain. Just like when a furious tiger roars in the forest, even the most vicious pack of wolves, undaunted and brave, would still retreat!
So, do these Wet Corpses fear me?
Looking at the scattered limbs and shattered bodies around me, a complex thought surged within me. Could this be my doing? Damn it, what happened while I was in a frenzy of attack? Why do I possess such destructive power?
I instinctively glanced at the bowl. "Brother Xia, anger, hatred, and disgust—these emotions are your strength, but do not let them dominate you."
"The Heart Demon erupts, turning people into beasts; this is the power of sin!"
Zhengyang suddenly sighed softly. He didn't look at me but cast a complicated glance at the bowl instead. His expression grew increasingly strange as he muttered something incomprehensible: "Drinking hatred and going mad, transforming into a Shura; yet what calms him is a Yin Person. The realms of yin and yang are ultimately difficult to reconcile. Is this truly a calamity for all living beings?"
With that, Zhengyang shook his head, fell silent, no longer looking at me or the orderly Wet Corpses. He walked straight to the banks of the Sacred River and dipped his hand into the water. His expression immediately darkened as he said solemnly, "This Yin River cannot be touched by the living; we need tools to cross."
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