Chapter 436: Can Be Killed If There's a Blood Bar

"Roar—Drink—" (ps: So good~)

That head uttered polite praise.

Feng Yuhuai's face darkened; having eaten too many people, she was always reluctant to be eaten herself—even a mouthful.

Feng Yuhuai stomped, her figure leaping up suddenly; countless broken red threads scattered like a downpour through the gaps in the blade net, carrying sharp sounds of tearing through the air, straight at the monster's body.

"I let you eat!!!"

She gritted her teeth, her eyes full of gloom and viciousness.

Just as her arm waved, her right arm instantly extended several meters, turning into a scarlet giant python that suddenly coiled around the monster's water-cupping arm.

The monster's arm was hard-strangled off amidst ear-piercing tearing sounds; corrosive acid blood splashed like spilled ink onto half of Feng Yuhuai's body.

Her skin made "hiss-hiss" sounds under the erosion of the acid liquid; her beautiful face was instantly corroded into pits and unevenness, like a wax figure scorched by fierce fire.

Bright red blood lines wriggled crazily on her face, crawling like living things, hair-raising.

Feng Yuhuai casually threw away the monster's arm, grinning ferociously as she leaped again, jumping onto the monster's scale-covered spine.

She stomped hard underfoot, the scales making "creak-creak" sounds under her treading.

In an instant, she had gone around to behind that most agile spider-like head.

Her arms like two poisonous snakes ready to strike, suddenly extended, tightly coiling around the thick neck below that head.

Red threads spread from her arms, crawling along the monster's skin like living things, coiling tighter and tighter.

Puppet Technique: Twin Serpent Strangulation!

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

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

However, Deng Jia Jia and the other two behind the camera were already a bit numb.

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

Their cranial threshold had long failed; now, even if more bizarre scenes appeared, or existences more terrifying than the monster before them emerged, they would accept them gladly.

From behind the scenes to in front of the stage, from editing to hoisting the camera, the three of them, in just one day, completed the mental journey that ordinary journalists might need a lifetime to forge.

It's really great!

The three had numb expressions, their fingers mechanically operating the equipment, focusing the camera further on Feng Yuhuai's movements.

In the camera, Feng Yuhuai's knees suddenly bent; the parts below her knees suddenly collapsed into countless scarlet threads, then quickly coiled into ring after ring of spring-like structures.

The springs contracted sharply, emitting faint "hiss-hiss" sounds, as if accumulating some terrible power.

A low "hum" suddenly came from the air, like the tremor of a bowstring pulled to the limit, and like the warning of some mechanical device charging to its peak.

Immediately, her body like an arrow off the string, suddenly shot out.

Crack—crack-crack-crack-crack-crack—

Tooth-aching breaking sounds rang out one after another; the monster's neck rose inch by inch along with her leap, like a carrot pulled out of the ground, its thick roots cracking uneven gaps under immense force, black-brown skin and muscle fibers torn to pieces.

The next second, acid blood surged out like a fountain from the broken neck, mixed with bone fragments and rotting flesh, raining down a corrosion rain.

Feng Yuhuai's body hovered briefly in midair, then was splashed down by the acid blood rain, heavily falling to the ground.

Her lower body had long melted into countless scarlet threads, scattered across the turbid blood water, like a torn piece of silk.

Her head rolled around a few times on the "silk"; that face still wore a sinister smile, mouth corners slightly raised, the whole picture exuding a hair-raising eeriness.

Deng Jia Jia and the other two behind the camera held their breath, fingers mechanically pressing the record key.

They couldn't imagine what sensation this scene would cause if broadcast—viewership ratings? Click rates? It would probably directly explode the whole internet.

Zhang Liyou and Cui Cui were like wooden chickens, their hearts as if clenched by an invisible hand, constantly sinking into the abyss.

The more bizarre and inhuman Feng Yuhuai acted, the slimmer their faint hope of revenge became.

Cui Cui's voice trembled, almost squeezed out from her throat: "Feng Yuhuai this monster... could it be unkillable?"

Zhang Liyou's face was dark as ink, brows tightly locked, lips pressed into a straight line.

She was obviously unwilling to accept this worst guess, but the scene before her left her unable to refute.

After all, they had never encountered such an unreasonable monster; concluding "the monster is unkillable" seemed only natural.

After all, they had never encountered this kind of monster before; concluding the monster is unkillable is very normal.

Luo Ji was different; he had some experience.

At this moment, he carefully observed the two women's expressions, many guesses floating in his mind, then lowered his voice and said:

"No, monsters can be killed; don't believe me, look—hasn't the red thread on Feng Yuhuai's body become lighter than just now?"

Cui Cui and Zhang Liyou simultaneously followed Luo Ji's guidance, their eyes fixed on the red halo in the sewage.

Indeed, those red threads originally as bright as blood had visibly dimmed somewhat, as if diluted, no longer so bright in the turbid blood water.

Luo Ji lowered his voice and said: "The color has lightened, which means Feng Yuhuai 'lost blood'."

He paused, as if to make it easier for the two to understand, using a concrete metaphor:

"Just like monsters in games, she has a blood bar, and as long as there's a blood bar, it means she can be killed. Only—"

Luo Ji's tone sank slightly,

"Feng Yuhuai's blood bar is probably very thick, thick enough to make one despair."

Cui Cui and Zhang Liyou looked at each other, their hearts still extremely heavy, yet a glimmer of hope reignited.

Cui Cui raised a hand to wipe the tears from her face, asking in a hoarse voice:

"Do you also want to kill Feng Yuhuai? Do you also have someone very important... eaten by her?"

Zhang Liyou said nothing; she just coldly watched Luo Ji.

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

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

Luo Ji's face was overcast and uncertain for a while, his eyes flickering frequently.

He had no one important eaten by Feng Yuhuai; on the contrary, it was he who wanted to "eat" Feng Yuhuai.

He had not been willing to become a monster, but that mirror gave him no option to untie his 【Fate Pattern】.

Unless he completely abandoned the mirror, otherwise, he was already bound to Feng Yuhuai.

Moreover, after personally witnessing Feng Yuhuai's eerie, inhuman terrifying power, and personally hearing her earth-shaking words with that scientist, Luo Ji suddenly felt as if he had been enlightened.

Suddenly, logic made him feel that his resistance to monsters seemed just a little too childish!

Why must I cling to being human?

Humans are fragile, shortsighted, selfish; living is hard, dying is despair.

And monsters? Powerful, free, unbound, even able to transcend the boundary between life and death, possessing infinite possibilities.

So, you see,

In what way exactly are humans better than monsters?!!

End of Chapter