Era of Magic and Martial Arts

"Roar—Ah—" (ps: Delicious~)

The head offered a polite compliment.

Feng Yuhuai’s face darkened; having consumed so many people, she was always reluctant to be eaten... even just a bite.

With a step, Feng Yuhuai’s body suddenly leaped up, countless severed red threads swept out like a torrential rain through the gaps in the knife net, carrying a sharp whooshing sound, directly aiming at the monster’s body.

"I’ll let you eat!!!"

She gritted her teeth, her eyes filled with a sinister gloom.

Her right arm instantly extended several meters, transforming into a crimson python, and coiled around the creature’s arm that was scooping water.

The monster’s arm was forcibly twisted off with a piercing tearing sound, and corrosive acidic blood splashed onto half of Feng Yuhuai’s body like spilled ink.

Her skin emitted a sizzling sound as the acid corroded it, her beautiful face instantly eroded into an uneven surface, as if a wax statue scorched by flame.

The scarlet bloodlines crazily writhed on her face, crawling like something alive, sending chills down one’s spine.

Casually discarding the monster’s arm, Feng Yuhuai leaped up again, landing on the creature’s scaly back.

Her feet trampled rapidly, the scales creaking under her steps.

In an instant, she circled to the back of the most cunning spider-like head.

Her arms stretched out like two poised-to-strike vipers, suddenly wrapping tightly around the thick neck beneath the head.

Red threads spread from her arms, crawling like living creatures over the monster’s skin, constricting tighter and tighter.

Puppetry: Double Snake Strangulation!

The monster’s neck was thick as a tree trunk, nearly as wide as Feng Yuhuai’s slender waist.

This absurd and shocking scene was clearly recorded through the voyeuristic camera lens.

However, behind the camera, the three, Deng Jiajia, were already a bit numb.

Everything they witnessed today was like an endless nightmare, repeatedly shattering their imagination.

Their cranial thresholds had long malfunctioned; at this moment, even if more bizarre scenes appeared, or even more terrifying existences than the creature before them emerged, they would accept it gladly.

From behind the scenes to the forefront, from editing to carrying the camera, the three of them walked a journey in one day that might take ordinary journalists a lifetime to achieve.

It’s truly spectacular!

Their eyes were numb, fingers mechanically operating the equipment, focusing the lens further on Feng Yuhuai’s movements.

In the camera, Feng Yuhuai’s knees suddenly bent, the parts below the knee rapidly disintegrated into countless crimson threads, then swiftly coiled into spring-like structures.

The springs contracted sharply, emitting a slight hissing sound, as if accumulating some terrifying power.

A low "hum" suddenly echoed in the air, like the tremble of a bowstring pulled to its limit, or a warning of some mechanical device reaching its power peak.

Immediately, her body shot up like an arrow released from a bow.

Crack—crack, crack, crack—

A tooth-grinding sound of breaking echoed continuously, the monster’s neck lifting inch by inch with her ascent, like a carrot being pulled out, its thick roots splitting open with rough edges under the immense force, its black-brown skin and muscle fibers torn apart.

The next moment, acidic blood fountained from the severed neck, mixed with bone fragments and decayed flesh, descending in a rain of corrosion.

Feng Yuhuai’s body paused briefly mid-air, then was drenched in the acid blood storm, crashing heavily to the ground.

Her lower body had long melted into countless crimson threads, sprawled haphazardly in the filthy blood, like a pile of torn silk.

Her head rolled a few times on the "silk," that sinister smile still on her face, the corners of her mouth slightly upturned, making the scene eerily unsettling.

Behind the camera, Deng Jiajia and the others held their breath, fingers mechanically pressing the record button.

They couldn’t imagine what a sensation this scene would cause if broadcasted—viewership ratings? Click-through rates? It would probably explode across the internet.

Zhang Liyou and Cuicui were dumbfounded, their hearts gripped by an invisible hand, plunging continually into the abyss.

The more bizarre and inhuman Feng Yuhuai appeared, the fainter their flicker of hope for revenge became.

Cuicui’s voice trembled, almost choked out from her throat: "Could Feng Yuhuai, this monster, be unkillable?"

Zhang Liyou’s face was dark as ink, eyebrows tightly knit, lips pressed into a straight line.

Clearly, she was unwilling to accept such a worst-case scenario, but the scene before her left her unable to refute it.

After all, they had never encountered such an extraordinary monster, reaching the conclusion that it was "unkillable" seemed only natural.

They probably had no prior experience with such monsters; concluding the monster is unkillable is quite normal.

Luo Ji was different, he had some experience.

At this moment, he carefully observed the expressions of the two women, numerous guesses surfacing in his mind, then lowered his voice and said:

"No, monsters can be killed. If you don’t believe me, look, isn’t the color of the red lines on Feng Yuhuai lighter than before?"

Cuicui and Zhang Liyou both followed Luo Ji’s direction, staring intensely at the red halo in the sewage.

Indeed, those originally blood-red lines had visibly dimmed, as if diluted, no longer appearing so vivid in the murky blood.

Luo Ji lowered his voice, saying, "The color lightening signifies Feng Yuhuai is ’losing blood’.

He paused, as if to make it easier for them to understand, using a tangible analogy:

"Like a monster in a game, she has a health bar, and as long as there’s a health bar, she can be killed. It’s just that—"

Luo Ji’s tone slightly deepened,

"Feng Yuhuai’s health bar is probably very thick, thick to the point of despair."

Cuicui and Zhang Liyou exchanged a glance, still heavily burdened inside, yet a flicker of hope rekindled.

Cuicui raised her hand to wipe the tears from her face, her voice hoarse as she asked:

"Do you also want to kill Feng Yuhuai? Did she also devour someone very important to you?"

Zhang Liyou remained silent, simply watching Luo Ji coldly.

The bloody lesson learned from Feng Yuhuai taught her never to easily trust anyone again.

Her gaze carried scrutiny and vigilance, as if assessing whether Luo Ji was trustworthy.

Luo Ji’s face fluctuated with uncertainty, his eyes flickering frequently.

No one important to him was eaten by Feng Yuhuai; rather, he wanted to "devour" Feng Yuhuai.

He didn’t wish to become a monster, but the mirror did not offer him an option to unbind the [Life Chart].

Unless he completely relinquished the mirror, he was already tied to Feng Yuhuai.

Moreover, personally witnessing Feng Yuhuai’s eerie inhuman terrifying power, and hearing her and the scientist’s deafening statements, suddenly gave Luo Ji a feeling of enlightenment.

Suddenly, logic made him feel that his resistance to monsters may have been somewhat overly naive!

Why must I yearn to remain human?

Humans are frail, shortsighted, selfish, living difficult lives, dying in despair.

And monsters? Strong, free, unfettered, even able to transcend the boundaries of life and death, possessing infinite possibilities.

So,

Where exactly are humans better than monsters?!!