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Chapter 887 - 545 Blood Moon in the Sky

Chapter 887: Chapter 545 Blood Moon in the Sky

Without any negotiation, He Feng’s spear was already thrusting out.

With one thrust, there were a hundred traces of cold light—this was the Hundred Birds-Looking for The Phoenix Spear!

"Wait, we can talk!" The middle-aged man was terrified and quickly stepped back while swinging his black hammer, attempting to block the spears cast by He Feng.

He had already realized what kind of enemy he was facing, and that he stood no chance in a one-on-one fight.

Such ranked players were all tough fighters who had come out on top in dangerous tasks time and time again.

He had to stabilize the opponent first, which was also why he had not activated his Sequence. If he could satisfy the opponent with an adequate price, perhaps they wouldn’t have to fight to the death. If that failed, he had to at least wait until his teammates arrived to cooperate and kill this guy.

However, He Feng had no intention of negotiating with him. With a flick of his spear, he knocked away the middle-aged man’s black hammer.

Then, a thrust landed at the middle-aged man’s chest.

But on the middle-aged man’s black leather armor, a crying Ghost Face suddenly burst open.

At the same time, a phantom of a Ghost Face appeared in front of the spear’s tip, blocking He Feng’s spear.

"Damage evasion, huh? Let’s see how many times you can avoid it," He Feng thought to himself, as he had already figured out the effect of the middle-aged man’s equipment.

The crying Ghost Faces on those leather armors could block a fatal blow at any time.

It was more than likely an Epic Level piece of equipment, and that black hammer was no simple tool either.

From their brief contact, He Feng had lost 2% of his physical strength value.

Leeching the enemy’s physical strength and evading damage... Indeed, train passengers always had extremely rare equipment abilities.

"Hold on!" the middle-aged man quickly retreated, now drenched in cold sweat. If not for his equipment’s effect, he would have been pierced through. "Do you really want to go down with us? If the owner of these Magic Eyes is your friend, just take her and go! We’re willing to compensate her!"

The middle-aged man had already figured out that the player girl who had been lured there was an acquaintance or friend of this player. If he was only standing up for a friend, the factory was fully prepared to pay a part of the cost.

Meanwhile, he cautiously activated his own Sequence. Human-faced Owl!

This was a Sequence he had traded for on the train. Once he activated the Human-faced Owl Sequence, he would gain the ability to fly, and the moisture in the air around him would be rapidly drawn away.

By activating his Sequence, he was signaling that he was not to be trifiled with. Even a top-ranking fighter would have to weigh the pros and cons.

The middle-aged man thought to himself, of course, once his teammates were fully assembled. Then it wouldn’t matter whether you agreed or not.

"No point in trying to buy time," He Feng laughed like a dragon’s chant, and a dragon roar emanated from his black mask! Sequence, Catastrophe Giant Dragon, activate!

[Dragon Roar · Gale]

A violent airflow suddenly burst out in the basement, tossing several factory workers to the ground.

This was one of the abilities He Feng gained after activating his Sequence. Although it didn’t have much destructive power, its auxiliary effect was indeed first-class.

This move was even dubbed by Li Changhe as ’Box Breath’... executed in a confined space, it was as fierce as a typhoon.

The middle-aged man, as a level 12 player, was not blown away by such gales. Instead, he held his hammer high, bracing against the wind as he moved closer to He Feng.

At the same time, he shouted, "Are you not going to act yet?"

"Ha!" A stiff female voice rose. The Chang Ghost possessing the female corpse had appeared behind Zhao Jiu without their noticing.

With a terrifying whoosh, her hands reached out fiercely for Zhao Jiu’s neck. Their plan was to capture this hostage first, then stall He Feng until their teammates arrived for support.

This Chang Ghost was originally an ordinary person devoured by the Demon Beast Species in a reality task, transformed into a resentful specter due to her harbored hatred.

Afterward, to rid herself of her ghostly identity, she struck a deal with the factory.

In exchange for luring players to the factory, she would get a body that satisfied her.

She was quite satisfied with this agreement; she had always believed that the injustice she faced was because her appearance wasn’t perfect enough.

Otherwise, she wouldn’t have been alienated by others over a trivial matter.

Now, having the chance to rebirth into the body of a player was simply the best thing that could happen.

For this reason, she specifically sought to attract female players with beautiful looks. She even interacted with ordinary people using their identities, enjoying the attention she never had before.

She was very willing to draw in Zhao Jiu, as she quite liked Zhao Jiu’s appearance and figure.

However, just as the female corpse’s fingers were about to grasp Zhao Jiu’s neck, a burst of golden light suddenly flashed from Zhao Jiu’s yellow raincoat.

A short banner suddenly appeared in front of the female corpse, piercing through her palm.

The Chang Ghost let out a shrill howl and instantly leapt seven meters away.

"How dare you!" The Chang Ghost looked at her pierced palm and let out a sharp roar, but as the roar began,

Yun Ting, in her Sword Rank heroic spirit state, had already appeared before her.

"Then let’s have a match," Yun Ting said, heh heh, swinging her twin swords. Having partnered with Li Changhe for a long time, having slain ratmen, faced off against players, fought through the Blood Tide, and confronted the Terror Devil, she had no shortage of combat experience.

As she looked at Yun Ting’s graceful face, the Chang Ghost was overcome with jealousy and roared, wielding the powerful ghostly aura from her body: "Watch me tear your face apart!"

Yun Ting was somewhat puzzled, but she didn’t care. Her twin swords merged, and she slashed down with a single stroke.

Meanwhile, He Feng wielded his long spear, sparring with the middle-aged player over and over.

Seeing the crying ghost faces on his body shattering one by one, the middle-aged man grew increasingly desperate, realizing that he wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer.

Seizing the opportunity, he used his skill, and his hammer suddenly expanded. He went for a head-on clash with He Feng, but at the moment their weapons met, a strange force suddenly traveled up the hammer and throughout his body, flinging the middle-aged man into the air.

This was the Willow Moon Stance!

"Why isn’t the backup here yet?" The middle-aged man shouted in fear.

....

On the other side, the Moon God, dressed in white, was surrounded by three people. Or rather... were the three people surrounded by her?

Among these three, two were players above LV10, and one was a vengeful ghost who had obtained a body.

They had originally intended to go to the underground space to provide support. That was their true factory, where bodies that could be freely manipulated by the Abnormalities were manufactured. It was too critical to fail.

However, on their way there, they were blocked by the Moon God in white.

Whether it was the players or the vengeful ghost, they didn’t dare act rashly.

They could clearly feel that the person in front of them, like an Immortal in white, harbored an unimaginable Killing Aura.

"Your Excellency..." A factory player just started to speak when he was cut off.

"To you tortured souls, is obtaining a body considered a rebirth?" the Moon God asked on her own.

The vengeful ghost paused, warily responding, "Having a body and self-awareness, isn’t that a rebirth? If Your Excellency wants a body, what difficulty would there be for me to offer you two on behalf of the factory? Just step back, and you will be our most honored guest."

With the answer in hand, the Moon God smiled slightly, somewhat fallen and somewhat sentimental, "Consciousness, huh..."

Both the players and the ghost were terrified.

Because the rain in the sky had eerily stopped.

At the same time, a Blood Moon hung high in the sky.