Monsters Are Coming
Chapter 281 - 132 When I’m done killing, I’ll tell you_2

Chapter 281: 132 When I’m done killing, I’ll tell you_2

Instantly, a large number of invading entities were killed in a flash.

This also caught the attention of the players, who all looked up at the sky.

After the Analysis Ability was activated, the decomposition information of the Jile Warrior flooded into their minds:

[Evil Language]

Hunting Level: 239

Target Analysis: One of the thirty-two path gods of the Jile Clan, possessing partial usage rights over the Jile Rules and having powerful Spiritual Strike abilities.

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Upon discovering that the Hunting Level of Evil Language was astonishingly over 200, the players hesitated briefly before starting to attack the Fallen in an even crazier manner.

This scene left Evil Language dumbfounded.

In his understanding, these weak entities would undoubtedly flee frantically in his presence.

But the behavior of these mysterious beings was contrary to his expectation, visibly speeding up their destructive actions, their expressions extremely tense.

It seemed that, compared to their own lives, they just wanted to quickly kill the Fallen or pry out another spirit stone floor tile from the ground.

Utterly baffling.

Facing the crazed players, Evil Language flew to the ceiling and suddenly spread his wings.

Immediately, purple energy radiated from him, illuminating the entire space. All the players in the scene were instantly killed by the Spiritual Torrent, turning into black mist and dissipating.

Subsequently, Evil Language decisively headed to the scene of Greed.

The scene here was even crazier than the Power Gate scene; if these mysterious beings weren’t limited in ability, they might have even tried to smash the energy nodes constructing the scene.

But what Evil Language didn’t understand was why they were doing this.

Without pondering this question, he decisively took action, slaughtering all the mysterious creatures in the scene.

Finally, he arrived at the first scene, the Door of Evil Desire.

After nearly killing all the mysterious creatures here, he stood behind a player who was still swinging an axe at the head of a Fallen with great effort.

Just as he was about to start interrogating, the mysterious creature suddenly turned and glanced at him.

"What the hell."

As the words fell, the speed of the mysterious creature’s hacking quickened abruptly, muttering under its breath:

"Buddy, give me a chance, he’s almost dead, just a little more, don’t mess with me, I’ll get pissed off and start cursing."

Evil Language reached out and grabbed fiercely, instantly pulling the mysterious creature into his hand, clutching its neck.

Without inquiry, the Power of Extreme Joy rapidly infiltrated the mysterious creature’s body, trying to extract useful information from the Sea of Consciousness.

But to his astonishment, the Power of Extreme Joy was blocked by an invisible force after just a few inches, unable to penetrate the interior of the mysterious creature’s Spiritual Sea.

Realizing that extracting through the Sea of Consciousness was unfeasible, Evil Language coldly asked:

"Why are you here, why do you want to destroy the Jile Hall."

"Man, I’ll fully cooperate, but let me finish off this almost-dead guy first."

As he said this, the player’s eyes were still drifting towards the almost-dead Fallen, looking like he was about to cry.

Such was indeed the case.

Struggling hard to reach the Jile Hall, not even having the chance to experience joy before being caught by the Jile Clan, how could he be willing to give up.

Even if killing one meant heading back to the village, he wouldn’t feel so bad.

"Why did you enter my Jile Hall and destroy it?"

"Let me kill him first, and then I’ll tell you. If I don’t act soon, his health will slowly regenerate."

Hearing this, Evil Language’s Qi-Blood surged instantly, his fingers slowly folding in, while the mysterious creature in his grasp struggled continuously, eyes still drifting towards the Fallen.

It seemed in his eyes, his own life was less important than killing the Fallen.

This sparked strong curiosity within Evil Language.

Especially, why could these mysterious creatures resist the corrosion of the Power of Extreme Joy and move freely inside the Jile Palace.

But in response to his question, the mysterious creature had only one request—to kill the Fallen.

"Do you have a grudge against this Fallen?"

"Nope, just met."

Upon hearing this, Evil Language said no more, attempting to interrogate through spiritual shock.

But the screams lasted only a few seconds before coming to an abrupt stop, after which no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t affect it at all.

Without effect from spiritual torture, Evil Language switched to physical torture for interrogation.

But this process was also of short-lived effectiveness, quickly rendered immune.

The mysterious creature’s bizarre behavior left Evil Language stunned.

Realizing that neither spiritual nor physical torture could yield results, Evil Language released his grip:

"I’ll kill him for you, tell me the answer."

With that, Evil Language used his mind to lift the almost-dead Fallen into the air, then formed a purple spike in his hand, raising it to pin the Fallen to the energy wall at the door’s end.

Boom!

The purple energy spike exploded, the Fallen’s body turned to black ash scattering around.

Seeing this, the player instantly turned red-hot, sprang to his feet, pointing at Evil Language’s nose and cursing harshly:

"You bastard, I’ve put up with you for a long time, do you really think I’m afraid of you... Do you know how much I struggled to get here, you son of a bitch...."

At this moment, a ball of energy mist flew over from afar, merging into the player’s body.

The Challenger Tips echoed in the player’s mind.

Thinking he had lost the reward, the player who was fiercely cursing a moment ago suddenly beamed with joy and chuckled foolishly twice.

Evil Language: ...

Faced with such a whimsical thought process, Evil Language was totally lost.

He couldn’t comprehend why this guy would suddenly rage then suddenly be happy, more erratic than the Fallen infected by the Power of Extreme Joy.

At least the Fallen’s loss had a clear process.

"Will you tell me now, why are you here, and why do you want to kill the Fallen here." Evil Language coldly inquired.