Chapter 337

Welcome, everyone, to the final stage.

Sai Men's voice was cheerful, carrying the enthusiasm of a host welcoming guests, which clashed starkly with the gloomy atmosphere of the Blood-flesh Tower.

Jiang Yuan didn't move.

His gaze locked firmly onto Sai Men's chest.

There, beneath the fabric of his suit, a faint yet intensely familiar red light seeped through.

"You have......" Jiang Yuan's voice was deep, each word squeezed from between his teeth, "the last Divine Gift."

The gray mask on Sai Men's face showed no expression, but he tilted his head, seemingly appreciating Jiang Yuan's perceptiveness.

"Moreover," Jiang Yuan tightened his grip on the Spinal Sword a bit more, "that voice broadcasting across the city—was that you too?"

"Turn all of Jiang Hai City into a meat grinder, making everyone your actors on the stage."

"You are the Behind-the-Scenes Mastermind of this Blood Moon game!"

Jiang Yuan's questioning rang out, stirring echoes in the hall.

However, Sai Men across from him merely raised his hand elegantly, shaking his white-gloved index finger lightly.

"No no no," he chuckled, "Behind-the-Scenes Mastermind? That term is too heavy and too cliché."

He paused, then lightly tapped the cane embedded with a Living Eyeball on the floor.

Thud.

The sound wasn't loud, but it made Su Ming's heart clutch violently!

It's this face!

It's this tone!

It's this...... madman wearing a mask!

In his previous life.

In the final stages of the Blood Moon Descent, when everyone thought the disaster was ending, and survivors fought each other bloody for the last wish opportunity.

It was this man.

He took advantage of the weakness of other Divine Gift holders, harvesting them with an incomprehensible, overwhelming posture that crushed all beings.

He was...... the Fisherman.

——Of course, that alone wasn't enough to leave such a deep impression on Su Ming.

Most importantly, it was the opponent's strength.

Chen Shao, before him, might be no more than a somewhat stronger infant.

"Run!"

Su Ming's throat let out a hoarse, completely distorted howl!

In that howl, there was no composure of a reborn one, no calm calculation of the whole situation—only the most primal, pure fear!

He almost instinctively, the Spatial Force within his body began to surge, wanting to tear open a rift to escape here!

Escape this monster!

"Hey, you kid gone crazy?" Liang Wen was startled by his sudden loss of composure and grabbed his shoulder.

Su Ming had never been so out of control!

Even facing the Rain Night Butcher's rule-based slaughter, even being besieged by Zhang Wei's monster army, he remained calm to an inhuman degree.

But now, his whole body trembled.

Jiang Yuan also noticed Su Ming's abnormality, he snapped his head back and saw Su Ming's face twisted by fear.

What could make Su Ming fear like this?

Jiang Yuan's heart sank to the bottom.

Sai Men seemed to enjoy Su Ming's reaction, emitting a series of pleased laughs, as if appreciating a splendid drama.

"It seems this young sir has 'seen' some interesting things before."

He turned his body, facing the blood-colored city outside the floor-to-ceiling window, spread his arms, and spoke in a quasi-chanting tone: 'I am not the Mastermind; I am merely a...... Spokesperson.'

"A Weird Spokesperson."

"Everything I have done is merely to guide a more grand, more thorough...... evolution."

"Look," he pointed outside the window, "this world is sick, humanity is sick. Weakness, greed, selfishness...... these flaws need a grand surgery to excise."

"And I am merely the one who hands over the scalpel."

His words were filled with mad logic, each syllable exuding utter contempt for humanity as a species.

Jiang Yuan understood.

Talking more with this madman is just wasting saliva.

He hesitated no longer.

Nor did he issue any pre-battle declaration.

His body lunged forward sharply, and the shadow beneath his feet instantly came to life!

"Howl——!"

No longer a single shadow soldier, but hundreds, even thousands!

Ink‑thick darkness, centered on Jiang Yuan, swept outward in all directions!

Countless twisted, howling shadows, brimming with endless resentment, crawled up from the ground, walls, and ceiling, converging into an unstoppable black tide that surged toward the lone figure at the far end of the hall!

Shadow Legion, full throttle, run amok!

Seeing Jiang Yuan act, Su Ming gradually calmed, the fear in his eyes replaced by ruthlessness.

Inside the Blood Moon Weird Domain, you can't run!

Sooner or later you must face Sai Men!

The thought exploded in his mind.

Since there's no way out, then... go for it!

He forced the tremor in his chest down, and thrust his hands forward with a sudden clap!

"Space... Collapse!"

He didn't choose to cut, but instead forced the space where Sai Men stood, together with the floor, walls, and ceiling, to fold inward!

He intended to compress that area, along with all matter inside, into an invisible singularity!

This is the strongest killing move he can currently employ!

"Ha ha! That's more like it! That's how my teammate should be!"

Liang Wen, seeing this, pressed forward instead of retreating, letting out a wildly childish yet decisive laugh.

He pulled a tiny Metal Bottle from the inner pocket of his Windcoat, unscrewed the cap, and swallowed the Black Pill inside in one gulp!

He forcibly overdraws his life force, gaining greater combat power.

"Dark Heritage Secret Technique..."

Liang Wen's voice became hoarse and low.

"Future Borrow!"

Three people.

Three completely different powers.

Yet at this moment, they reached an astonishing harmony!

Jiang Yuan's Shadow Surge is an indiscriminate attack that blankets the entire field!

Su Ming's Space Collapse is a pinpoint kill that locks onto the Core!

Liang Wen once again overdraws his life, borrowing future power, just so that at this moment he can coordinate with his teammate and achieve maximum effect.

All the hidden cards of the three, in this instant, were laid bare without reservation!

They acted, launching the most ferocious, most decisive thunderous siege against the madman who boasts himself as the Spokesperson!

The top floor of the TV Tower, under these three world‑shattering forces, began to tremble violently and wail!

The marble floor cracked inch by inch!

The massive floor‑to‑ceiling window instantly turned to dust!

Even the re‑stitched flesh and blood on the walls burst again under this pressure, spewing Blood Mist across the sky!

Yet, faced with this combined attack capable of flattening a small mountain.

Sai Men at the eye of the storm simply stood still.

He didn't even move a muscle.

He only, beneath that gray Rock Mask, let out a faint, supremely mocking...

snicker.