Chapter 459: You've Been Enhanced, Hurry Up!

"The sensation has disappeared..."

"What's going on?"

"Could someone have completed the mission?"

When Zhu Bajie sensed a "formation" covering the area, those divine and demonic wanderers who had not come near the town suddenly felt that the vague, hazy sensation that had always existed vanished in an instant.

Upon checking, the mission information remained unchanged.

It seems the situation has changed.

Fortunately, the approximate location and related information of the corrupt blood had already been leaked.

Even without any guidance, everyone's destination remains certain.

They just don't know that once they enter this destination, they cannot leave.

"Ha, ha, ha..."

Not laughter, but violent gasping—Lawrence ran wildly through the mountains and forests, his face filled with terror and despair.

The air inhaled felt like a ball of fire, a knife, turning in his chest, bringing intense pain.

It didn't even reach his lungs before being exhaled again.

"Damn it! Damn it!"

Lawrence cursed wildly in his heart, his feet moving mechanically.

Behind him, a black shadow was rapidly approaching.

By the moonlight, he could barely make out that the shadow was a person, but one running in a beast-like posture, chasing him; on the exposed skin, faintly visible were strange black hairs.

Like a black ape-man, a werewolf.

Yet just an hour ago, this person had still been Lawrence's companion—Hubert.

Now, he pursued Lawrence as if he were a stray dog.

The numbness in his feet grew more pronounced, and the remaining strength still couldn't let Lawrence break through the branches and vines underfoot.

He fell hard to the ground, and before he could get up, his hands barely braced against the earth when a heavy pain struck his back.

Hubert had already pinned him down, rendering Lawrence immobile.

Like a beast's breath, carrying a strange sting, Lawrence felt his occiput go numb: "Hubert! Wake up! You—"

"Revere... the blood..."

Like a dream murmur, yet like a beast's low growl, Lawrence swore he had never heard such a strange language.

Yet he understood it.

Not the convenience of divine and demonic wanderers, nor their innate linguistic ability.

But his own blood surging within him, leaping, responding, allowing Lawrence to understand the meaning of these words.

"Revere... the blood..."

Lawrence's pupils gradually dissolved as he murmured the same words.

The hair on his body gradually thickened, turning black.

"Huh..."

A somewhat dull sound of breaking air—Kongming pierced his opponent with a single sword.

No blood flowed from the wound; instead, the chill from the ice-blue sword caused the enemy to instantly solidify into a block of ice.

As Kongming drew his sword, it shattered.

One could see the ground littered with such ice fragments, not a few.

Among these people were divine and demonic wanderers, as well as townsfolk.

Two days had passed since Zhu Bajie detected an unknown "formation" enveloping this area, turning it into a dead zone.

Many things had happened during these two days.

First, the divine and demonic wanderers discovered they were trapped, completely unable to contact the outside world, while outsiders continued to enter intermittently.

Like opening a one-way passage.

The arena-like environment caused the hidden cruelty and ruthlessness of the divine and demonic wanderers to gradually surface.

Killing inevitably began to erupt.

Divine and demonic wanderers fought everywhere in the town.

And all this was only just beginning.

At some unknown time, the townspeople—those originally regarded by the divine and demonic wanderers as mere "lambs"—suddenly grew sharp fangs, becoming bloodthirsty beasts.

Many divine and demonic wanderers, caught off guard, were directly injured by these mutated townspeople.

Then, they too underwent mutation.

Like a zombie virus, spreading through biting.

However, what emerged was not some slow-moving zombie that divine and demonic wanderers could slaughter like chickens.

But a strange "beast."

Interestingly, the originally powerful divine and demonic wanderers, after transformation, became weaker—they could no longer use any skills.

Instead, the townspeople gained tremendous enhancement.

"I was careless this time."

After dealing with the enemy before him, Kongming turned and walked into the house behind him.

This was their temporary base.

Amid the constant gathering of divine and demonic wanderers, even he failed to notice the corrupt blood.

"Numerous strength," bringing courage and security, also easily leads to numbness.

The current situation undoubtedly has some connection to the corrupt blood.

The mission objective for everyone is far more dangerous than imagined.

In the house behind, besides the ten people of the martial arts legend, there are Ao Yulie and Zhu Bajie.

Elsewhere in the town, the remaining divine demon wanderers also began to gather spontaneously.

Facing unknown dangers, unity is strength, at least at critical moments, one can let fellow Daoists die while not dying oneself.

It is impossible for those mutated monsters alone to want to inflict any harm on these fourth-rank divine demon wanderers—unless they are isolated and surrounded.

But the danger clearly does not come only from here; the strange aura lingering in the air makes people unable to suppress their fear.

In the living room of the house, the original furniture has all been thrown to one side.

It has been transformed into a strange laboratory.

A petite woman wearing glasses, with messy hair, is intently observing something.

In the transparent glassware before her, there is a mass of blood.

This mass of blood is like a living thing, jumping around inside, striking the glassware.

If it were ordinary glass, it would probably have already been shattered.

"Snow Lai, any breakthrough?" Kongming put away his ice sword and asked.

"Shh..." the woman called Snow Lai softly whispered, continuing to observe the blood before her.

Kongming did not ask further, knowing this guy had already entered a state of self-indulgence and could not hear the outside "movement."

Only I can let her spare a "shh."

After all, I can occasionally keep up with her train of thought and can chat a little in her areas of interest.

This woman is called Li Xuelai, her name is somewhat strange, and her fate is Frankenstein.

When this name is mentioned, many people will think of the monster stitched together from corpses, but in fact this name belongs to the creator of the monster.

The monster actually stitched together from corpses has no name.

Only later, with some developments, did Frankenstein become a synonym for the monster.

Li Xuelai is one of the Seven Swords, completely unable to use a sword, a fourth-rank powerhouse, whose hobby is researching all kinds of miscellaneous things.

Including the blood before her.

Other divine demon wanderers came here for the mission, but her purpose is the corrupt blood itself.

Because the living room is occupied, the remaining divine demon wanderers have mostly gathered in the dining room.

The sofas and chairs are all filled with people.

The current situation is not good, but everyone's faces show no solemnity, relatively still rather relaxed.

"Young Master Yulong, how is it, Master, any news?" Kongming walked in, looking at Ao Yulie and asked.

"No, the gray mist is useless." Ao Yulie shook his head, "Second senior brother has already set up a marker at the town entrance; Master will see it upon entering and then find us—I mean, if he walks through the 'gate'."

The town has only one proper road connecting to the outside world.

"Well, with the Master here, it's steady." Kongming said.

The other divine demon wanderers also nodded in agreement.

These people are all from the martial arts legend, and are all of Kongming's level, fourth-rank experts.

Even if not in management, they are very clear about Tang Luo's strength.

The town's entrance and exit, at the edge position.

Zhao Hongmiao's face was solemn, surrounded by several black humanoid shadows, he had gathered and slain all the non-human, non-beast monsters that had come.

This is his skill—Shadow Knight.

He can summon powerful shadow knights to follow him and fight for him.

"By my own strength alone, I can no longer get out; I don't know how many more Eastern divine demon wanderers are still in this area..." Zhao Hongmiao thought to himself.

He came in together with several other divine demon wanderers... but they did not enter the town.

Instead, they entered from another place, into the mountain forest north of the town.

There, they encountered danger, and a group of people were forced to split up.

After multiple instances of ghost walls, Zhao Hongmiao inexplicably appeared in this place he had never come to before.

This sealed-off arena, even the space is chaotic and disordered.

Fortunately, this chaos and disorder will not harm people for now, only preventing them from leaving.

"Huh..." unintentionally, Zhao Hongmiao saw a board erected beside the street.

"Master, we are waiting for you in Room 9527."

Zhao Hongmiao leaned in to take a look, his face somewhat strange.

This is written in Chinese characters.

Is it a trap, or... some highly skilled but mentally deficient Chinese divine demon wanderer wrote it?

Before Zhao Hongmiao could figure out whether to go look, a sound of footsteps came.

Several black-clothed people appeared, wearing strange masks.

"Important figure..."

"Old Mr. Zhao."

The two black-clothed people spoke in succession, obviously recognizing Zhao Hongmiao.

"Where did this sneaky rat come from?" Zhao Hongmiao coldly snorted, "If you want to fight, fight; stop wasting words!" Saying that, the four shadow knights surrounding him directly turned into four shadows and rushed toward the four people.

Since the visitors are hostile, naturally we must take the initiative.

Those several black-clothed people were stunned for a moment, seemingly not expecting this old man to have such a fiery temper.

But they are obviously not easy to deal with, and soon they scattered those four shadow knights.

"Old Mr. Zhao, it seems you have chosen to die here?"

"Enough talk, kill him. Even if we fail this mission, it'll be worth it."

A fierce battle erupted right then.

Interestingly, the fighting here was intense, the roar of explosions reaching even the nearby houses, which were caught in the collapse.

Yet in other parts of the town, not a single sound could be heard.

"Gods' Alliance..."

Minutes later, Zhao Hongmiao's figure was slumped, one arm hanging limp at his side, only a single not-fully-formed Shadow Knight guarding him.

He uttered four words.

"We're clearly wearing masks."

Someone spoke with a laugh, acknowledging their identity.

"As expected, it's you lot." Zhao Hongmiao gritted his teeth.

Four Fourth Order powerhouses cooperating and fighting in seamless unison is no easy feat.

"Actually, our target isn't you, but the Martial World Myth."

"But since we ran into Old Master Zhao, you can only blame your bad luck."

Zhao Hongmiao's real-world identity made it extremely difficult for anyone to deal with him in the real world.

This opportunity, once missed, would not come again.

The four black-clad men slowly closed in on Zhao Hongmiao; a dying beast is the most dangerous, they had to be careful.

Four against one getting reverse-killed would be a disgrace.

Zhao Hongmiao laboriously raised his still-mobile hand, stabbing it into the Shadow Knight beside him.

Black shadows began crawling up his hand.

"Kill..."

"Amitabha."

The four black-clad men's voices were suddenly drowned out by a Buddhist proclamation.

The grand sound made them instantly halt their killing moves, looking warily around.

"The Dharma is boundless..."

The voice was resonant as a great bell, solemn and righteous.

The black-clad men saw a beam of bright yellow light appear out of thin air, descending on Zhao Hongmiao.

Zhao Hongmiao's pale complexion instantly flushed ruddy, his withered aura swept clean in an instant.

His figure straightened anew, momentum soaring like a rainbow, even stronger than at the start by several degrees.

"You've been enhanced, get him fast!"