Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 844: Chapter 842: Ignition (16) (Additional chapter 3/5 for the Bai Yin alliance “Jayquent”) Chapter 844: Chapter 842: Ignition (16) (Additional chapter 3/5 for the Bai Yin alliance “Jayquent”) “Indeed, the benefit of this place is that there are enough Demigods.”

Xiumeng affirmed Fu Qian’s speculation that he only kills Demigods.

“Additionally, this hunt isn’t overly cruel since they don’t truly die.”

Fu Qian nodded slightly, noting the thorough understanding of the Unseen Hillock by his companions.

“Pity they don’t see it that way, at least from what I understand, most of them don’t want to experience the feeling of death.”

“Except for the one you’ve used.”

Aike scoffed and pointed towards the Clown at his side.

The latter was still prostrate, his body twisted in an unnatural way, as though he had lost control.

But even so, his throat continued to emit bursts of distorted laughter.

“What do you mean ‘used’? Our exchange has been quite honest, okay?”

Fu Qian hmphed, clearly begrudged.

“That talisman just now, is it the spoils of this trip?”

“Correct, in fact, it’s incredibly precious, and I didn’t want to waste it on this,”

“Sorry for your expense.”

Fu Qian’s apology sounded insincere.

“One must look on the bright side of things; at least there’s no more waste.”

“So, we’re… happy to cooperate?”

Fu Qian raised his glass meaningfully, seeking confirmation with a questioning gaze from the three people.

“…Happy to cooperate.”

Staring at each other, the Hunting Squad seemed hesitant until Xiumeng was the first to respond, signaling Aike to pour him a glass.

Seeing this, Aike and Stoss also reluctantly raised their glasses.

“May we all achieve our goals on this journey.”

With a crisp sound, Fu Qian uttered some vapid words,

which contrasted with the surreal atmosphere of clinking glasses, one might think a company was hosting a team-building event if they didn’t know better.

Wait, was the mood becoming too harmonious?

The next moment, Fu Qian sensed something off—the harmony was extreme, even the Clown’s strange laugh had stopped.

And with this thought, a storm of madness began swirling in his head.

…

“Your sincerity is received, but sadly, you know too little about this place.”

Xiumeng’s voice followed.

“You can’t truly believe that the trap’s only function was to set a mark?”

As his words entered his ears, Fu Qian’s abruptly chaotic consciousness still reflected the surroundings clearly—

The Demigod Puppet shaped like a wall had silently closed in, blocking the way back…

His right leg suddenly became numb, like a piece of wood—if he remembered right, it was near where Aike stood…

Xiumeng’s fingers pressed against the Void as if pulling on some invisible strings…

Boom!

And as he moved, it was as if a nuclear bomb had exploded within Fu Qian’s mind, the madness in his will became more chaotic, teetering on the edge.

Indeed, this was teamwork, the coordination was spot on.

Beneath the silky smooth combination moves, Fu Qian still didn’t forget to exclaim in admiration.

The situation had become very obvious. The Clown suddenly came to his senses, and then it was as though he switched mental states with Fu Qian, who began to act insane without any reason.

The markings that Xiumeng had applied, apart from the inescapable tracking effect, seemed to be able to exchange the will states of the affected units.

And the entire bar had been within the range of the marking, not just Fu Qian himself.

He had first pretended to accept Fu Qian’s joining, and then at the most unexpected moment launched an ambush, transferring the torture meant for the Clown onto Fu Qian.

And he had even used some means to amplify it.

Meanwhile, Aike coordinated by meddling with Fu Qian’s leg.

Of course, all these measures were to restrict Fu Qian’s movements in preparation for the real lethal move.

The next moment, Fu Qian saw Stoss crushing a familiar talisman in his other hand.

And amidst the intangible turmoil, the glass in his right hand had vanished without a trace, replaced by a white-hot point of light, like a small sun compressed to the extreme.

Although it didn’t look very impressive, Fu Qian realized immediately that the terrifying lethality contained within was on an entirely different level from the technique used during their first encounter.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye, almost instantaneously the point of light drifted towards his hand.

There was absolutely no chance given!

Amidst his realization, faced with what could only be described as a dire situation, Fu Qian initiated Blood Conquest for the third time.

Blood mist churned, and once again the reality before his eyes became overlaid with hallucination.

Fu Qian watched helplessly as a bit of white-hot light pierced through all of it, landing on his hand.

Indeed, Xiumeng hadn’t relied solely on the induced frenzied state to completely rob Fu Qian of his ability to resist.

Most likely, due to the effect of the marking, Stoss’s killing move, under his guidance, would lock onto Fu Qian no matter where he went.

A perfect killing scenario; these high-ranking Night Watchmen indeed were not idle in their posts.

While admiring, Fu Qian’s ring sunk into his flesh and quickly moved, as the right hand that had been hit began to disintegrate.

Even in this illusory other dimension, Fu Qian thought he could hear the sound of bursting flames.

And the next moment, watching his hand rapidly turn to ash, Fu Qian did not hesitate to tear his right arm off from the shoulder.

Unfortunately, after the right hand that had fallen was engulfed by the flames, scorched marks appeared once again on the stump of his shoulder, with the flesh turning to ash.

A move considered a killing method by this team was indeed not simple.

It seemed that what was being targeted was not merely his physical body but his very concept of existence, relentlessly pursuing him until death.

That Divine Envoy Stoss was like a harbinger of an all-consuming Curse, allowing destruction to spread along the connections of existence toward him.

Physical separation had no meaning whatsoever.

Fortunately for Fu Qian, he had not relied on such a clever trick to be effective.

Everyone has their limits of perception, especially in such an unfamiliar place, and compared to Fu Qian, Xiumeng clearly knew far more.

Therefore, even seemingly sufficient reasons for cooperation were merely probes in nature.

His sole purpose for this trip was to seize this opportunity to gather as much valuable information as possible.

With Xiumeng and his party’s style, the moment Fu Qian showed up, he had to be prepared for a confrontation.

Thus, although the ambush just now was spectacular, it wasn’t much of a surprise for Fu Qian.

In fact, if he wanted, he could have activated Pseudo-Divine Being right from the start, rendering Xiumeng’s mental constraints completely ineffective.

But that would mean spending ten SAN Points, and Fu Qian was not ready to waste them.

Even now, he still didn’t want to waste them.

Witnessing his body being rapidly incinerated, the next moment Fu Qian’s left arm swell dramatically, and he actually pulled yet another version of himself free.

Of course, merely changing his form was still not enough to solve the problem of Stoss’s methods, but fortunately for Fu Qian, he hadn’t planned to rely on that for a solution.

The next moment, a large maw ripped open in the chest of his newly extracted body, lined with sharp teeth, which voraciously swallowed his half-burnt, disintegrating torso.