Fear Dominates
"Kill it!" Chen Feng commanded, pointing at the nearby ghoul commander.
The Dark Elf's expression remained calm, her long silver hair billowing in the strong wind. A flicker of obedience passed through her eyes. In that moment, the killing intent she radiated felt like a dam about to burst, ready to unleash a flood of destruction.
Fear rippled through the crowd.
Those nearby seemed paralyzed, their limbs frozen in place, unable to move.
The Dark Elf had reached Silver-Realm.
If she had once been a scorching volcano, now, with the power of Silver coursing through her, she had transformed into a cold, ominous cloud hanging in the sky.
Concealment.
Her aura had shifted dramatically.
She drew an arrow from her quiver.
It was pitch-black, bristling with sharp barbs. Unlike the previous thorny branches, this arrow was darker, denser, and appeared as if it had been forged from steel, completely disguising its wooden origin.
In the Abyss, thorn trees could grow as tall as a hundred meters, towering over everything.
The higher one climbed, the greater the resistance. A Bronze-Realm individual would be exhausted after ascending just ten meters.
The strength of the Dark Elves was measured by how high they could climb the thorn tree. The higher they ascended, the denser the branches became, and the more destructive their power compared to ordinary thorn branches.
She pulled back the bowstring, releasing three arrows in quick succession, all aimed at the ghoul leader.
Multishot!
Power Shot!
A sudden blast echoed as the three arrows soared in a deadly arc, slicing through the air with lethal precision.
As the arrows sliced through the air, they generated a tornado-like force, kicking up dust all around.
The ghoul commander's pupils contracted, and its body trembled uncontrollably.
A shiver ran through its soul—a primal instinct warning of impending death. It tried to dodge, but... it was too late.
The deadly thorny arrows cut through the sky, piercing the ghoul commander's body. All three arrows struck a single point, shattering its heart. The ghoul commander's chest tightened, and it coughed up a mouthful of dark blood before being pinned to a nearby mound.
The ghoul commander, a creature just shy of reaching Silver Realm, died without even a chance to evade.
A mournful wail filled the air as the remaining ghouls began to riot. Without their commander to control them, they were momentarily disoriented. But soon, they spotted Chen Feng and his party. With a low growl, the ghouls dropped to all fours and leaped toward the group like ravenous beasts.
Food!
Hungry ghouls became extraordinarily dangerous.
They moved with astonishing speed, closing the distance in mere seconds.
Chen Feng stood at the forefront.
One of the ghouls lunged, its body leaning forward as a crimson tongue lashed out with a high-pitched whistle, aiming to tear through Chen Feng.
Boom!
A muffled sound echoed.
Beside him, a hulking figure blocked the attack. The Harbinger had been struck but remained unharmed. Its body, hardened through countless battles, was impervious to the ghoul's assault.
The Harbinger's muscles began to swell further, its height surpassing three meters. Its muscles trembled violently, resembling bulging, fermented tumors.
Berserk State.
The Harbinger was consumed by rage, its power swelling to terrifying heights. In its berserk state, it knew no fear and was driven by an insatiable hunger to kill.
A cold, murderous intent permeated the air.
The Harbinger reached out, seizing the ghoul's head. The difference in strength was staggering, and the ghoul was effortlessly dragged closer.
Madness flared in the Harbinger's single crimson eye as it raised its bone club and brought it crashing down, shattering the ghoul's skull into fragments.
The Harbinger's killing intent was a living force, like a primeval beast, devouring everything in its path with the hunger of a bottomless abyss.
Killing the ghoul only fueled the Harbinger's bloodlust. It stood there, its steel-like body radiating despair and an oppressive aura that crushed the very will to live. Its single eye gleamed with malevolent fury, seething with a hatred that despised all life.
Bone Club!
Sunder Armor!
The Harbinger took a deliberate step forward, charging straight at the remaining ghouls.
Graghhhh!...
With a thunderous roar, the Harbinger appeared in front of another ghoul, its bone club smashing into the creature's chest with brutal force.
One ghoul, desperate to survive, lunged for the Harbinger's neck, but in a blur of motion, the Harbinger swung its bone club, obliterating the ghoul's head in a single, savage blow.
Crack!
The skull burst apart.
Flesh and blood rained down, splattering the ground. The ferocious ghouls had met a far more terrifying foe, one that completely overpowered them. The Dark Elf beside them drew her bowstring taut, her arrows striking with the lethal precision of a deep-sea predator, a stark contrast to the Harbinger's raw, destructive power.
Silent.
Deadly.
Her arrows heralded the end of life itself.
Wei Xun, standing closest to Chen Feng, witnessed the carnage unfold. His once-trembling body now felt paralyzed, rooted to the spot.
He watched in horror as the two monstrosities before him unleashed their savage, unrestrained brutality.
Savage, bloody, merciless.
Especially the Harbinger's primal slaughter—Wei Xun gasped, his scalp prickling with terror.
As the gruesome scene played out before him, a horrifying realization dawned on him. These creatures—these nightmares—were summoned by Chen Feng. What kind of unimaginable power could command such horrors to serve him?
"Boss..." Wei Xun's forehead gleamed with cold sweat, his tongue trembling as he stared at the expressionless Chen Feng.
For some reason, a terrifying image of Chen Feng, covered in dark, arcane runes, flashed in Wei Xun's mind. The stench of sulfur and malevolence hung heavy around him, and with the Harbinger at his side, Wei Xun could no longer consider Chen Feng as human.
This power!
It was something beyond human comprehension!
"Could it be..."
Insane thoughts raced through Wei Xun's mind.
"He's not human at all?!"
A paralyzing chill crept down Wei Xun's spine, spreading from his tailbone to his neck. Any rebellious thoughts he had entertained were obliterated, crushed under the weight of the massacre before him.
Submission.
His mind was now shackled by fear, completely subjugated by Chen Feng's ruthless, inhuman power...