Chapter 246: Ever‑Stronger Obsession

Jiang Yuan gathered the Shadow Legion.

The faceless guards that had been assimilated turned again into a smooth expanse of Shadow, quietly crawling beneath his feet.

Dead silence.

The mountains and forests returned to the Weird dead silence.

"Done, job's over!" Liang Wen patted the dust off his glove, "Seems my move 'Dark Descendant Annihilation Palm' is still fresh!"

Ouyang Feng, the Federation's former ace, stood rooted in place at this moment, motionless.

He lowered his head, his gaze fixed on the 'Death Dragon' in his hand; the blade was still stained with the monster's slime, emitting a cold glow in the Gray Mist.

No one knew what he was thinking.

Li Qi crouched behind Jiang Yuan, trembling as if about to fall apart, the sound of his teeth clacking strikingly clear in the quiet.

"Let's go, keep moving." Jiang Yuan's voice broke the silence.

He stepped forward first, treading the dark‑red fleshy ground, heading toward the mountain summit.

Liang Wen whistled as he followed.

Ouyang Feng remained silent for a few seconds, then finally lifted his foot and fell in behind the rear of the party.

Only his steps were far heavier than before.

The Hospital's outline wavered in the thick fog, like a gray beast coiled atop the mountain.

The closer they got, the stronger the smell of rot mixed with disinfectant became, almost solidifying, piercing into one's nostrils.

Suddenly.

"Kiki gaga......"

A sour‑tooth, bone‑rubbing sound came from ahead.

The sound was dense, as if a huge crowd of something was moving its limbs in abnormal postures.

The group instantly halted, going on guard.

The thick fog churned.

Twisted humanoid silhouettes staggered out of the fog one by one.

They were not living beings.

More precisely, they were piles of corpses forcibly sewn together.

Some had three arms and four legs stitched onto their bodies.

Some had heads mounted on their chests, with a blood‑smeared severed hand perched on their necks.

Rough black sutures, like massive centipedes, crawled over their bluish‑purple skin.

These 'sewn‑together corpse clusters' bore various rust‑stained medical instruments, swaying as they completely surrounded the four.

"A zombie hunting ground? Interesting." Liang Wen assumed a combat stance.

Ouyang Feng's gaze, upon seeing the monsters, suddenly became razor‑sharp.

He moved.

Not even a word of idle talk.

His whole body turned into a black lightning, charging into the corpse horde!

"Death Dragon" unsheathed, producing a chilling wind‑cutting sound!

A flash of blade light!

Pfft!

The three‑armed monster at the front, before it could swing its rusted bone saw, was sliced at the waist by an ultra‑fast blade flash!

Its upper and lower halves separated, black entrails mixed with preservative fluid spilling onto the ground.

Ouyang Feng showed no pause.

He was like the most efficient killing machine, the blade light dancing into a dazzling afterimage.

Horizontal sweep, cleave, thrust!

Each strike landed with pinpoint precision on the vital points of those sewn monsters.

Limb fragments, debris, fluttered through the air.

In just ten seconds, a large area around him was cleared, the ground strewn with dismembered corpses.

The pent‑up frustration and powerlessness accumulated in the Air‑raid Shelter seemed, at this moment, to be fully released.

However.

A Weird scene unfolded.

The sliced corpse fragments did not dissipate.

Instead, they writhed on the ground as if possessing independent life.

At the broken cuts, countless bright‑red flesh buds proliferated wildly, like disgusting tentacles, rapidly entwining, linking, fusing......

It lasted only a few breaths.

The monsters Ouyang Feng had torn into eight pieces staggered, then rose again!

Their sutures multiplied, and their forms grew even more terrifying.

One even sewed a severed arm Ouyang Feng had cut onto its own back.

They emitted incomprehensible snarls, laced with mockery, and lunged again!

Ouyang Feng's pupils snapped shut.

Physical slashes were meaningless against them!

The number of corpse clusters not only failed to decrease, but kept gathering, surging from all directions, layering around him in the center.

The blade light flared again.

But this time, Ouyang Feng's swordplay clearly carried a hint of impatience.

He fell into a bitter fight.

His stamina was being rapidly drained.

"Tsk tsk tsk, against these enemies that can regenerate, slashing won't solve the problem."

Liang Wen wiggled his fingers, wearing an expression that said, "You can't do it, you still need me."

He strode with a swagger, neither hurried nor slow, into the battlefield.

"Only by unleashing the Hellfire that dwells within me can I incinerate all foes!"

He cleared his throat, struck an absurdly flamboyant pose, and raised his right hand high.

"—Feel the pain!"

The words fell silent.

His right hand, gloved in black, slammed down on a freshly reassembled stitched monster that was lunging at Ouyang Feng's back.

There was no earth‑shaking sound.

Not even much force.

The palm merely brushed lightly against the creature's chest.

Weird things happened.

The monster struck by the glove's slap trembled violently.

Immediately, from the spot of impact, its body rapidly disintegrated into a heap of gray‑white powder that drifted down in a flurry.

A gust of wind blew it apart.

Not a single trace remained.

It could not regenerate!

Unlike the Death Dragon, which contacts only a small area, Liang Wen's Weird device, possessing a delayed total‑destruction property, perfectly counters the opponent.

When Ouyang Feng sliced a monster, a momentary stasis appeared.

The corner of his eye flicked over the dancing Liang Wen, his gaze reaching the utmost complexity.

Next.

The contrast on the battlefield became stark.

On one side, Ouyang Feng wielded the Death Dragon, its blade gleam icy, aura astonishing, yet he could only keep slashing monsters apart, watching them reassemble again and again, trapped in an endless war of attrition.

On the other side, Liang Wen hummed a tune, strolling leisurely.

He muttered the names of various outrageously shameful techniques.

"Secret Art! Dragon Suppresses the Heavens!"

A palm strike sent a monster turning into flying ash.

"Hidden Skill! Earth‑Burst Heavenly Star!"

A punch smashed out another monster, destroying it.

He seemed to be clearing weeds, relaxed and effortless, moving with ease.

This ease formed a glaring contrast with Ouyang Feng's bitter fight.

Humiliation!

A fierce sense of humiliation burned wildly in Ouyang Feng's heart.

Roar!

Just as his attention slipped, an elite monster of enormous size, stitched with seven or eight heads, crashed at him!

That massive force was beyond any human's capacity to resist!

Ouyang Feng only felt an unstoppable force surge from his blade, his palm searing with pain, the Death Dragon in his hand nearly slipping out!

He was knocked back repeatedly, crashing hard into a twisted 'Human Hand' tree trunk, his throat tightening, nearly spitting blood.

The elite monster roared, brandishing four or five stitched arms like a wall of flesh, pressing forward again!

That fetid, raging wind slammed into his face.

Ouyang Feng's pupils narrowed; his proud sword technique was perfectly nullified before the opponent's irrational Weird body structure.

At that hair‑trigger moment.

Swoosh!

A barely perceptible whoosh of air rang out.

On the ground, within Jiang Yuan's Shadow, two black spikes the thickness of a finger suddenly erupted!

The black spikes moved so fast they surpassed the limits of sight!

Jiang Yuan didn't even turn around.

He still faced the mountain's summit, not even blinking.

Pfft!

The black spikes arrived rear‑first, at a razor‑sharp angle, instantly piercing every head on the elite monster!

The elite monster's massive body froze abruptly.

Then the two black spikes curled sharply, dragging the several‑hundred‑kilogram monster hard into the shadow beneath Jiang Yuan's feet!

The Shadow writhed a few times.

Then everything returned to calm.

As if nothing had happened.

The battle ended.

The whole arena fell into dead silence.

Liang Wen stopped his movement, staring dumbfounded at the Shadow beneath Jiang Yuan's feet.

Ouyang Feng leaned against the tree trunk, panting heavily in big gulps.

He looked at his own slightly trembling hands, which shook from overexertion, and then glanced at the still serene Jiang Yuan and Liang Wen.

In his heart, that high wall named "Mortal Limit".

At this moment.

Accompanied by a crisp cracking sound.

It collapsed completely.

It collapsed into an Abyss named Despair.

The urgent desire to become stronger.

The yearning willing to pay any price.

In his heart it swelled, fermented, and finally turned into a near‑twisted madness.