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"Move, damn it!!!"
William shouted, swinging his axe like a storm. With each strike, several grotesque Monster Hands were cleaved in half, dark red blood splattering everywhere. The thick liquid coated his arms, causing a burning sting against his skin.
But he did not waver; instead, he fought with increasing ferocity, gritting his teeth as he held the line behind Lin Zhao Cheng, preventing any of the hands from getting close!
"Damn it! Are you going to crawl or what?! I can barely hold them off!!!"
Lin Zhao Cheng gasped for breath as he rushed to the Fleshy Wall. He knew he had no choice; if he didn’t act immediately, they would both be consumed by this bizarre hell!
"Thud—!!!"
He raised his small knife and plunged it fiercely into the Fleshy Wall!!!
In an instant, the Fleshy Wall convulsed violently, and a withered arm shot out from a crack, its long nails sharp and joints protruding, resembling a hand from a corpse that had rotted for years!
The hand trembled wildly, as if in agonizing despair!
"Is this… the resentment of the masseurs?!"
Lin Zhao Cheng sneered coldly and without hesitation grabbed the arm, his nails digging deep into the dry skin!
"I'll use you damned things to climb up today!"
"Let’s see if you can enjoy the feeling of a Massage To Death!!!"
He took a deep breath, raised his knife again, and forcefully stabbed into the Fleshy Wall!
"Whoosh—!!!"
Another twisted arm reached out, accompanied by whispers of resentment and curses, its nails clawing fiercely at the air as if to drag him into hell!
But Lin Zhao Cheng remained unfazed. He grabbed that arm and pushed off the ground, beginning to climb step by step along those eerie hands!
"Hehehe... hehehe... come on... let us help you relax..."
The whispers echoed wildly in his mind, as if countless invisible masseurs were murmuring in his ear, trying to hypnotize him, to tempt him into giving up the struggle and falling from this strange Blood Flesh Hell...
Yet Lin Zhao Cheng gritted his teeth, tightening his grip on the Monster Hand. With each upward movement, he stabbed fiercely into the Fleshy Wall, provoking those damned vengeful spirits to extend their arms once more, allowing him to climb higher!
"Damn... this feels bizarre beyond belief..."
Lin Zhao Cheng gasped for breath, drenched in sweat, his mind a chaotic whirlwind, but his eyes remained exceptionally clear—there was no retreat; he could only climb higher!!!
—This bloody staircase to freedom was built from hatred and pain!!!
Lin Zhao Cheng took a deep breath, gripping those strange arms tightly. His toes pressed against the writhing Fleshy Wall as he ascended inch by inch.
With every step he took, the Fleshy Wall trembled, faintly emitting eerie moans, as if the tower of flesh was lamenting, trying to resist his advance.
He couldn't help but glance down. William was still fighting alone, swinging his axe amidst countless twisted Monster Hands, dark red blood splattering everywhere, staining his body.
"Hah... hah..."
William's breaths had grown rapid; his movements were becoming sluggish. It was clear that his stamina was nearing its limit!
"Dammit... William can't hold on much longer!!!"
Lin Zhao Cheng's heart tightened as he tried to quicken his pace, eager to reach the top faster.
However—
"Creak—!"
The Monster Hand he had just grabbed suddenly jerked violently, and his entire arm slipped off the Fleshy Wall like a broken branch!
Lin Zhao Cheng felt his feet give way, and he plummeted halfway down, barely managing to grasp a new Monster Hand. His nails dug deep into the dry skin, desperately hanging in mid-air!
"Dammit... dammit!!! I can't fall!!!"
He gasped for breath, his heart racing as he realized—he was now at a height far beyond what he had imagined. Below him, William looked like a tiny red shadow, frantically swinging his weapon amidst countless black arms.
If he fell now, even if he didn’t die from the fall, it would mean starting all over again!
—He absolutely could not start over!!!
"Shit... I have to succeed on the first try!!!"
Lin Zhao Cheng gritted his teeth, forcing himself to calm down. He regripped the Monster Hand and began to climb slowly and steadily upwards.
The higher he went, the more dangerous it became.
He dared not act recklessly; each step was taken with utmost caution. With every exertion, he ensured that he remained securely attached to the Fleshy Wall, determined not to slip again!
"Almost there... almost there..."
Lin Zhao Cheng looked up, the disgusting Pharyngeal Arch looming close above him. He could clearly see the thick, viscous liquid covering it, as if it were waiting for him, the "intruder."
"Ha—ha—"
He took a deep breath, gripping the small knife tightly, his gaze unusually resolute—he knew he had only this one chance!!!
Lin Zhao Cheng inhaled deeply again, his eyes locked onto the strange Meatball not far away.
It swayed slowly in midair, its surface covered with a translucent membrane. Inside, countless bizarre shadows writhed. With each movement, thick black-red goo dripped down in a steady rhythm, releasing a nauseating stench.
This was the core of the Blood Flesh Hell! If he could destroy it, he would open the exit and return to the real world!!!
—There was only one chance.
His palm gripped the knife handle tightly, his fingers turning white from the strain. He dared not loosen his hold for even a moment; his heart pounded violently, almost ready to burst from tension!
He glanced down; William was still battling the endless Monster Hands, his stamina nearly depleted. If this strike failed, they would both likely die here.
"...No! This strike must succeed!!!"
Lin Zhao Cheng took a deep breath, his focus sharpening as his body tensed.
"Ha... ha..."
—There was only one chance!!!
"Do it!!!"
He shouted fiercely, his legs pushing hard against the Fleshy Wall. Using the powerful recoil, he charged straight towards the Meatball!!!
"Whoosh—!!!"
He soared into the air, his body flipping as the blade pointed directly at the target!!!
The Meatball seemed to sense the danger and began to tremble wildly, trying to evade, but it was already too late!!!
Lin Zhao Cheng's gaze was icy as he gripped the hilt tightly, thrusting down with all his might towards that bloody core!!!
"Thud—!!!"
The knife plunged deep into the strange Meatball, and in an instant, a jet of high-pressure blood erupted like a fountain!!!
"Damn it—!"
Lin Zhao Cheng was drenched in blood, the warm and viscous liquid resembling some foul-smelling pus streamed down his forehead, eye corners, and mouth, even seeping into his nostrils. The overwhelming stench nearly made him vomit on the spot!
"Buzz—buzz—!!!"
The entire space began to shake violently!!!
As if stimulated by an immense force, the blood Fleshy Wall within the Chamber started to convulse irregularly, like a wounded beast struggling in madness!
Countless Monster Hands on the Fleshy Wall ceased their attacks and twisted in agony, writhing as if burned by invisible flames, emitting frantic cries of despair!
“Ahhhhh—!!!”
“No!!! This is against the protocol!!!”
“Press… press… someone give him a stronger compression!!!”
“It’s no use!!! We can’t stop it!!!”
The strange whispers became a chaotic uproar, transforming from curses and threats into terrified cries, like a group of panicked masseurs desperately trying to salvage this “accident”!
“Hahahahahaha!!! Damn it!!! You ghostly things!!! You still want to keep pressing?! Go to hell!!!”
Lin Zhao Cheng laughed maniacally, gripping the hilt of his knife tightly, then stirred with all his might!!!
“Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!!!”
Meatball was torn apart, blood and unknown tissue fragments splattering everywhere, and the vibrations within the Chamber intensified!!!
The ground cracked open, blood gushed forth, as if the entire world was collapsing!!!
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