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I stared in disbelief as arrows, like countless stars, fell into the Blood Mist. "You..." I was about to ask why he hadn't used such power earlier.
But before I could finish my sentence, the crimson Blood Mist was shattered by the exploding arrows, illuminating the dark space as bright as day.
Li Zhisheng and the Death Apostle stood before the grotesque mass of flesh, momentarily stunned by the sudden turn of events, causing them to retreat in fear.
The massive creature was pierced by several arrows, and with each explosion, gaping holes opened up in its body.
The monster howled in agony and thrashed about, swinging its bloody tentacles toward Li Zhisheng and the Death Apostle. However, the tentacles froze mid-air and quickly turned into a puddle of gore that splattered onto the ground.
At that moment, Li Zhisheng's voice rang out from a distance, filled with confusion. "Is it... dead?"
"I don't think it will come back to life... Even if it could regenerate, recreating such a massive body would take time. We should leave now," the Death Apostle said as he helped Li Zhisheng toward me and Yao Long.
Yao Long, having overheard their conversation, removed the blindfold from his eyes and forced a smile through his pain. "How about that? Impressive, right?" There was a hint of pride in his voice.
I rubbed my eyes, still stinging from the light. "It is impressive, but don’t you think it's a bit late to use it now?"
Upon hearing this, Yao Long fell into a mood of self-reproach. Realizing my mistake, I quickly changed my tone to comfort him. "Even if it’s late, at least it saved everyone. Consider it making up for past mistakes." I placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Shen Xu, is there any way we can get out of here?" The Death Apostle asked as he supported Li Zhisheng and approached me.
"I just searched this area thoroughly; there’s nothing to help us leave. Not even a button by the door..." As soon as I spoke, I noticed that above Yao Long's head, where there had been nothing moments ago, a red button appeared—just like the one before.
Li Zhisheng questioned, "Could it be that each layer's monster blocks specific switches? We have to kill them to proceed?"
"No, that doesn't make sense..." The Death Apostle replied in surprise. "Logically speaking, the Creator of the Grievance Realm would want to lure innocent people in and then kill them; there’s no reason for such a setup to exist. Could this also be a trap?!"
The words of the Death Apostle reminded me of my first experience entering the Cursed Realm. At that time, I was also trapped inside, but it felt as if someone was helping me from the shadows; otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to escape.
Thinking about this, I explained the situation to them, saying, "Let's not consider whether this is a trap. If we don't go in, the monster will revive again, and we'll have to fight it over and over—once, twice, three times. Given our current condition, how many times can we kill it?"
"That's a fair point..." The Death Apostle said as he helped Li Zhisheng step into the elevator first. I bent down to assist Yao Long, who was sitting on the ground, and we entered the elevator together.
As the four of us stepped inside, the elevator doors closed immediately, and the gap in the door vanished. We found ourselves once again in that infinite mirrored space.
During a brief moment of rest, I rummaged through Li Zhisheng's bag and pulled out his first aid kit to tend to Yao Long's and Li Zhisheng's wounds.
Seeing this, Li Zhisheng teased me, "It used to be me and Hu Fang taking care of you; now that you can't fight anymore, you've turned into a medic."
I refused to back down and smirked mischievously. "Oh? Is that so?" With that, I slapped Li Zhisheng's wound.
He yelped in pain and grinned through gritted teeth. "Alright, alright, you're impressive..." Yao Long chuckled from the side. "I really envy you two; even at a time like this, you can still joke around."
However, the Death Apostle appeared somewhat serious as he asked with confusion, "What? You can't fight anymore?! I thought..." I nodded in agreement.
Li Zhisheng explained for me, "You know what happened back at Meng Zhuang's place. The mark on him has already spread to his shoulder; using his powers again could be dangerous..." He gestured toward the open part of my collar.
The Death Apostle leaned closer and pulled my collar open slightly to take a look. He gasped in shock. "Why didn't you say anything earlier? If I'd known, I would have brought some talismans to help relieve it temporarily..."
Before he could finish his sentence, I pulled out the last talisman I had left. "This is the talisman you gave me; there's only one left. Quickly help me suppress the mark; I want to contribute too..."
The Death Apostle took the crumpled talisman from my hand. "I think you might be misunderstanding something. This won't eliminate the mark; it can only temporarily seal the Void Spirit and suppress the growth of the mark. In other words, if I seal it for you, you won't be able to use your powers at all."
After hearing this, I fell silent for a moment before quietly saying, "Then forget it. Since that's the case, it's better not to seal it at all. If something dangerous happens, I'll still be able to act. Just keep this talisman with you; if I lose control, you can use it to seal my Void Spirit."
Death Apostle sighed and said, "Yao Long has already told me about your battle situation..." He pointed at Li Zhisheng. "If you lose control, none of us can stop you, and it would be difficult to even escape... So it's best if you don't take action."
Hearing this, I was instantly furious. "We almost died in the village, and you just sent someone to watch from the sidelines!"
Yao Long waved his hand and said, "You misunderstand. I was indeed watching from the side at that time, but it was I who led Gu Kai away. After escaping from Gu Kai's pursuit, I was already injured and knew my own limitations, so I didn't dare to intervene."
"So you were just afraid for your life... But considering it from his perspective, perhaps what he did was the best choice—drawing away Gu Kai so that I could face Li Zhisheng alone. If he had rashly intervened, it might have caused us to feel strong hostility towards him as a stranger, intensifying my emotions with Li Zhisheng. If things had escalated like that, it would have been truly uncontrollable..."
With this thought, I felt much more at ease. "In that case, I apologize for misunderstanding you."
Just as I finished speaking, the elevator began to shake violently again. Everyone tensed up as we prepared for whatever might come next. I fixed my gaze on the door and slowly backed away.
"What kind of hellish place will the next floor be..." Yao Long aimed his bow at the door and muttered to himself.
"Didn't you run out of arrows? How do you plan to fight?" I asked in confusion.
He shrugged dismissively. "You have the same type of weapon as me; surely you know?"
"You mean you're infusing blood and soul into your weapon?"
Yao Long pondered for a moment. "I can't infuse my soul into this weapon yet; I can only attach the power of Void Spirit to the surface of the bow and infuse my blood to create arrows. Like you, I can't use it for too long, which is why I've prepared so many arrows. I don't want to use my blood unless absolutely necessary..."
As he spoke, veins bulged on the back of his hand, and the White Dragon on the bow turned slightly red as a crimson arrow formed on the bowstring.
So this weapon allows him to unleash infused power while rapidly consuming his own strength to deliver devastating strikes to his opponent.
"What is the name of your weapon?"
He sat on the ground, completely still, his gaze fixed ahead. Upon hearing my question, he casually replied, "Azure Spirit."
"I call this sword Jiang Ling, and his bow is Azure Spirit. Is there some connection between them?" I muttered to myself.
At the same time, Death Apostle and Li Zhisheng took up attacking stances. Death Apostle extended countless Soul Threads from behind him, coalescing into sharp spikes aimed at the metal door, while Li Zhisheng had already gathered a Black Sphere in his hand.
With a soft ding, the elevator doors slowly opened...
Hearing the sound, I imagined various terrifying scenarios in my mind, but to my surprise, a forest appeared before me. The woods were thick with vegetation, towering trees standing tall, and the fading sunlight of dusk cast a warm glow through the jungle, resembling a tropical rainforest.
However, upon closer inspection, the branches and leaves of these plants looked quite strange; the thin leaves and flowers all resembled eyes, as if millions of eyes were staring directly at me.
Yao Long had already drawn his bowstring but was taken aback by the sight before him. He muttered, "What are these Demonic Marks...?"
Li Zhisheng glanced at Death Apostle and asked, "Do you have any more hats to throw?"
Death Apostle ignored him and slowly extended a spike made of Soul Threads. The spike prodded around outside the elevator before dispersing into Soul Threads to touch the leaves on the trees.
After testing for a while and finding nothing unusual, Death Apostle said, "It seems there's no danger. Should we go out and take a look?"
Since I couldn't use my abilities, I hesitated to make any rash judgments and suggested, "The things in the Cursed Realm are created from the dark sides of people's hearts. I think it's better to be cautious."
"But as you just said, since we're already here, we have to give it a try. We can't just wait here to die."
Hearing Li Zhisheng say this made me grip Jiang Ling tightly. "In that case, how about this: you all go out first to check it out. If anything dangerous happens, I'll step in. However, Death Apostle, rest assured that I won't use Void Spirit unless absolutely necessary." Death Apostle nodded in agreement and slowly walked toward the elevator exit.
As soon as he stepped outside, a gentle breeze blew in, bringing a refreshing sensation. "It seems fine; come out..." he called back to us with a wave.
But just then, the wind suddenly picked up, turning into a fierce gale that rustled the leaves, causing many to be swept away and dance in the air.
Suddenly, the Death Apostle shouted in alarm, as his clothes were instantly torn by the swirling fallen leaves, and even the Soul Threads he had extended were severed.
"Come back!" I shouted. But the Death Apostle stood frozen in place, showing no reaction.
"I... I can't move..." His voice sounded as if something was choking him.
Upon closer inspection, I saw that the grass and plants on the ground had stretched out like ropes, wrapping around the Death Apostle, even constricting his neck tightly.
"Yao Long, shoot!"
Before I could turn my head back, a crimson arrow flew past my chin...
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