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Wu Cheng tightly gripped the dagger as he stepped into the entrance of the Earth deities Temple. As he entered the temple, he felt a cold atmosphere, as if the air was filled with thick fear and unease. In the quiet of the night, his footsteps seemed particularly clear, as if breaking the silence.
As he ventured deeper into the temple, an eerie song gradually began to echo through the space. The song was both deep and abnormal, filled with an evil atmosphere that sent shivers down the spine. Wu Cheng's heart began to race, his hand gripping the dagger tightly. Despite feeling love and courage for Xiaoting, he also felt immense pressure at that moment.
The singing grew louder and louder, as if an invisible force was guiding him, leading him towards a certain destination. Wu Cheng's steps gradually became natural, as if he was irresistibly moving forward. However, the dagger in his hand trembled slightly in response to the singing, indicating a special reaction to the evil presence before him.
In his line of sight, a pair of shiny black eyes slowly appeared. It was a monster, emitting a strange black light all over its body, as if it were a being from hell. The monster's gaze was full of evil, staring at Wu Cheng as if it wanted to invade his soul.
Wu Cheng felt himself in an extremely evil atmosphere, suffering great torment both physically and mentally. The monster began to curse him with evil words, and even though he couldn't understand the language, he could feel the evil and curses within them.
The dagger in his hand trembled slightly, as if it was filled with a desire for the evil monster in front of him. Wu Cheng felt as though the dagger wanted to taste the monster's blood, a feeling that shook him, but his heart was filled with determination.
"Come on, Mosina Goblinoid!" Wu Cheng shouted loudly. Wu Cheng immediately thrust forward with a dagger, but the monster pounced at an unexpected speed. Its claws were as sharp as blades, instantly knocking the dagger away. The monster fiercely rammed into Wu Cheng with its shoulder, trying to push him against the wall. Wu Cheng kept elbowing and smashing the monster's head, but it seemed to feel no pain, only growing more enraged. Its eyes flickered with a crimson light, seemingly hiding boundless wildness and anger.
Wu Cheng knew things were not looking good and began trying to shake off the monster, but it relentlessly coiled around Wu Cheng, completely disregarding the possibility of getting hurt. After slamming him into a wall and delivering a few brutal punches, Wu Cheng fell to the ground in pain. The monster immediately pursued, knocking Wu Cheng down and viciously gripping his neck.
As Wu Cheng frantically felt around with his hands, he found the corner of a sacred table and struck the monster's head with it. The heavy impact caused the monster to momentarily loosen its grip on Wu Cheng's neck due to the pain. Seizing the opportunity, Wu Cheng broke free with all his remaining strength, suddenly flipping over and scrambling to his feet. Despite feeling the pain, the monster was not ready to give up. It launched another attack, instantly appearing beside Wu Cheng and attempting to grab his neck once again.
However, Wu Cheng had anticipated the monster's actions and quickly reacted, pouncing towards the bright spot. The dagger, reflecting in the darkness, appeared particularly dazzling. Wu Cheng swiftly picked it up, but the monster suddenly launched another fierce attack, lunging at him. Wu Cheng raised the dagger and aimed for the monster's chest, then thrust with all his might. The dagger plunged deep into the monster's body, and blood sprayed out. The monster let out a deafening roar, writhing in agony, but its strength gradually waned. Wu Cheng dared not linger and quickly moved away from the monster, observing its condition. The monster's body grew weaker, its dark eyes filled with fear and pain.
As the monster weakened, its dark eyes filled with fear and pain. It reached out and grabbed Wu Cheng's foot, coughing up blood and laughing. It was then that Wu Cheng realized the creature before him was just an old man. Suddenly, the terror dissipated, replaced by a heart-wrenching sense of pity. His hair was disheveled and greasy, emitting an unbearable radiance as if it had not been washed for a long time. The man's limbs, especially his arms and legs, were unusually long and thin, as if they had been twisted and stretched for a long time, like a puppet.
The most unsettling thing was his eyes, they were deep and dark. After living in darkness for a long time, these eyes had lost their proper brightness, like the white eyes of a blind person, no longer reflecting any colors of life. This gaze made Wu Cheng feel for the first time that even as a keen observer, he could not fathom the depths hidden in the old man's eyes.
The man said excitedly to Wu Cheng, " Wu Cheng... this is it. Go and complete that ritual quickly..." Then he took his last breath. Wu Cheng was shocked, he had not expected that this once terrifying monster was just an old man, and various complex emotions surged within him.
The death of this man made Wu Cheng deeply afraid, causing him to take a few steps back and look at the body on the ground. At this moment, more confusion surged in his heart. Why did this man know his name? Why did he need to complete a ritual?
Just then, a gentle voice suddenly sounded in his ear, "Wu... don't worry, use the eyes on your hand to see." This voice slightly calmed Wu Cheng's mood. He raised his hand, and the mark on it suddenly started to hurt. Then, the fallen man underwent an incredible transformation.
The man's body gradually swelled, his muscles became strong, his face became fierce, and his dark eyes were filled with malice and brutality. Wu Cheng looked in astonishment at the scene before him, realizing that this monster was the true Mosina Goblinoid, and the old man before was just one of its illusions.
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