Eldritch Horror Theatre

"Did you think you were the only one who could set traps?"

The sudden pincer attack from the front and back instantly plunged Fu Qian into a perilous situation.

At the same time, Ji Yicheng's sinister laughter echoed through the air.

Clearly, his earlier reaction had mostly been an act. On the surface, he had seemed wholly focused on seeing through Fu Qian's tricks; in reality, he had been secretly laying a trap of his own.

Meanwhile, it was clear that the mummified Angel standing at the other end of the beam had endured a brutal thrashing.

Not only were its torso and limbs damaged, its right arm was snapped cleanly at the shoulder.

This wasn't necessarily caused by breaking free of its restraints. When Colson had gone mad inside earlier, he had likely caused quite a bit of destruction himself.

Faced with the beam of light completing the pincer attack, Fu Qian's response was simple.

He turned and stepped forward.

Turning a blind eye to the beam of light striking from behind, his right hand instantly swelled into a massive hammer and smashed down viciously upon the shriveled remnant.

"Not bad! Very decisive!"

Ji Yicheng's laughter remained leisurely, showing his appreciation for Fu Qian's strategy.

The next moment, just as the Angel's mutilated body was about to be pulverized, it seemed to suddenly gain the consciousness of a living being. It retreated with inconceivable speed and agility, narrowly dodging the hammer blow.

This thing was far more vigilant than expected!

With his strike missing its mark, Fu Qian did not continue his pursuit.

In the following moment, several Formless Blades sliced through the air and arrived right in front of him.

Judging by its posture and movements, the attack had unexpectedly originated from the severed stump of the creature's right arm.

Although its body was crippled, it was as if it had grown an invisible right hand.

[SAN Value decreased by 5]

At the same time, a burning heat flared at his back—he had been struck once again.

"Risking injury to eliminate your opponent's effective forces at the first opportunity, avoiding a gang-up."

Having landed a successful blow, Ji Yicheng's massive body danced through the air, his voice dripping with mockery.

"A very good strategy, but unfortunately, this one isn't the weak point you thought it was."

"To be honest, she even surprised me."

"I found that I only need to give a command, and she can handle the response entirely on her own. The results are even better than I expected."

"I can tell."

After dodging another attack from the mummified corpse, Fu Qian glanced up at Ji Yicheng.

"If that had been you just now, there's no way you would have retreated completely unscathed."

The mummified corpse before him was much more agile than the last time they met, displaying a level of power akin to a Demigod.

In close combat, it posed an even greater threat than Ji Yicheng.

Combined with Ji Yicheng in the sky, it was currently the equivalent of two Demigods—one high and one low, one in front and one behind—trapping him on the beam.

"Haha... Exactly!"

Ji Yicheng did not deny Fu Qian's words. Instead, he burst into a fit of manic laughter.

After evolving into a fat version of an Angel, this guy showed absolutely no signs of ideological Sublimation. On the contrary, he had become even more flamboyant than before.

"So, let's continue."

As he spoke, two more beams of light fired simultaneously.

At the same time, the mummified corpse that had just retreated coordinated with the attack and lunged forward once more.

Even before the corpse arrived, flurries of Formless Blades had already sliced the air to ribbons.

The originally spacious beam suddenly felt somewhat narrow.

Faced with this situation, Fu Qian's response once again defied Ji Yicheng's expectations.

Instead of retreating, he actually charged straight at the incoming corpse.

Blood sprayed into the air as several gruesome wounds instantly opened up on Fu Qian's body.

At the same time, his hand clamped down on his opponent's head.

Crack!

Fighting against a considerable amount of resistance in his palm, Fu Qian crushed his grip without hesitation.

Could such a thing actually happen?

The next moment, the mummified corpse's skull shattered under the pressure, but Fu Qian swiftly pulled his hand back.

He had noticed that the instant the skull shattered, a ball of light unexpectedly detonated from within, radiating dozens of beams in all directions.

Taking a hit at such close range would result in massive damage, but the problem was that Ji Yicheng's restricting beams of light were also coming from behind.

In this moment of crisis, Fu Qian chose to advance rather than retreat. He accelerated once more and charged directly past the mummified corpse's flank.

Ultimately, at the cost of ten SAN Value, he successfully positioned himself in the creature's rear blind spot.

Unfortunately and outrageously, even with only half of its head remaining, the mummified corpse didn't pause its movements whatsoever. It immediately reached back with a backhand grab.

What dedication. Was this the power of resentment left behind from being imprisoned to death?

Evading with rapid reflexes, Fu Qian dodged the corpse's successive counterattacks without missing a beat, charging straight down the Corridor and into the secret room of its imprisonment.

"A dying struggle!"

Seeing this, Ji Yicheng snorted coldly from afar.

Even if he had temporarily broken out of the encirclement and was no longer facing a pincer attack, the room inside was a dead end all the same.

Yet even so, he continued to drive the mummified corpse to pursue relentlessly, while he floated high in the air from a distance, keeping up the pressure.

A cornered beast would still fight. Based on previous experience, this guy was sinister and cunning; he had to keep his guard up.

Given what this guy had done, Ji Yicheng had long since made up his mind to let him die in infinite despair, without the slightest bit of leniency.

The secret room wasn't large. Thanks to Kelsen's destruction, the inside was already a complete mess.

It was plain to see that with more space to maneuver, Fu Qian's movements had become far more composed.

But even so, facing a pursuer who had no fear of injury, he had completely abandoned any thought of fighting head-on, simply focusing on dodging and weaving.

From here on, it was only a matter of time.

As he continuously fired beams of light to keep the pressure on, Ji Yicheng finally allowed himself to relax.

No one could set up a trap under these circumstances. And even if they could, as long as he didn't land, there would absolutely be no problem—fuck!

His thoughts came to an abrupt halt.

In his field of vision, as the mummified corpse slashed down with a claw, an incomparably brilliant radiance suddenly bloomed from a single point in space.

He subconsciously averted his gaze, but it was completely meaningless; the surroundings had become a pure white sea.

Amidst the endless eruption, the last scene Ji Yicheng saw was the weight of time suddenly descending upon the mummified corpse, reducing it inch by inch to flying ash.

What is this thing?

During his brief loss of vision, Ji Yicheng suddenly recalled a scene from just moments ago.

While being pursued, Fu Qian had suddenly leaped on the spot in an attempt to dodge, giving him a perfect opportunity to take aim.

He faked it...

Just as this thought arose, an indescribable mass of chaos rushed into his mind. Ji Yicheng instantly felt unable to think, his consciousness annihilating inch by inch.

Screaming miserably, his mind completely crashed. He lost control of his body and plummeted straight down, plunging headfirst into the stagnant water below.

Found you!

At the same time, braving the blinding light, Fu Qian stared fixedly at that space, refusing to let go of a single trace.

Finally, at a certain moment, he discovered an anomaly within the boundless radiance.

It wasn't very tall—the silhouette of a human woman, located right at the center of the light.

In addition, although it was merely a fleeting glimpse, Fu Qian still noticed that her lower abdomen was swollen high.

There was a ninety-nine percent chance that this was the very master who had "purified" Kelsen.

To think it was actually a gestating angel?

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