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Then, a ladle of thick, green soup with an indescribable odor was "kindly" placed into her mouth by that "benevolent" being.

This is Nurgle's gift.

Xia He was instantly plunged into a grand hall woven with purple and pink hues—the palace of Slaanesh.

Extreme pleasure and extreme pain flowed through every nerve ending of hers like an electric current, all her senses were amplified infinitely, and every inch of her skin screamed silently.

Endless desires overwhelmed her consciousness like a torrent.

Endless torment and unbearable ecstasy intertwined and tore at her shattered soul, driving her to utter madness.

Finally, her eyes rolled back violently, her pupils dilated, and she completely lost consciousness.

A bizarre, twisted smile, a mixture of extreme pain and unparalleled satisfaction, still lingered at the corner of his mouth.

Shen Chong's vision was instantly stained with a blinding crimson.

The deafening battle cries, the clanging of clashing weapons, and the dying screams and furious roars of countless creatures filled his mind, shaking his very soul.

Boundless fighting spirit and a pure, unadulterated desire to kill, like a red-hot branding iron, were fiercely imprinted on his soul.

His consciousness was instantly torn apart, scattered, and crushed under this violent and unparalleled impact.

Ultimately, all that remains is the most primal impulse to destroy all living things in front of it.

Gao Ning's situation was the most bizarre and complex.

He found himself in an endless labyrinth of countless ever-changing crystals, prisms, and constantly twisting and transforming geometric shapes.

Endless, contradictory, ever-changing, and incomprehensible knowledge, conspiracies, paradoxes, and prophecies transformed into a raging torrent of information, forcibly flooding his brain.

His thinking was repeatedly pulled, twisted, torn apart, reassembled, and torn apart again amidst eternal paradoxes and endless changes.

Ultimately, his brain could no longer withstand the terrifying flow of information and overloaded, causing it to completely melt away.

However, physical torture was merely an appetizer for those four beings.

Only by manipulating the soul can their true "art" be revealed.

While the four gods permeated the four madmen, a trace of something imperceptible to mortals, yet carrying an aura of essential pollution, was present.

Following the information fragments deliberately released by Yang Yi, and using the four madmen's bodies as a "bridge," they began to attempt to infiltrate this world.

On the ground, on the surface of the four madmen's bodies, which had lost their soul dominance, some indescribable and terrifying changes began to appear, causing people's sanity to drop madly.

Dou Mei's skin had a sickly sallow and ominous green tinge, as if countless tiny pustules were frantically swelling and proliferating beneath her skin.

Xia He's unconscious body became even more alluring, radiating an even more eerie and decadent purplish-pink glow that was no longer limited to humans or males; all the creatures around her were captivated by her allure.

Shen Chong's blood vessels bulged and twisted wildly like earthworms, turning an ominous dark red. His muscles spasmed violently and uncontrollably, and his bones made a cracking sound as if they were under too much pressure.

On Gao Ning's body, his skin cracked open, as if a large number of eyes were slowly opening, their eyes flashing with an ever-changing, kaleidoscope-like, ghostly blue light.

Just then, the four wills that had just descended and were trying to invade this world suddenly sensed Yang Yi's presence.

Like wildcats whose tails have been stepped on, they instantly withdrew all their extended will.

It ceased all interference and spying on this world.

It was as if everything that had just happened was just an illusion.

Yang Yi's lips curled up. Very good, well done.

With another thought, he retrieved the fragments containing chaotic information, along with the four madman soul fragments that had been completely destroyed and rendered worthless, and stored them within his body.

As for the four soulless bodies on the ground that had begun to undergo ominous changes...

Leaving it would only pollute the environment.

Yang Yi casually waved his hand.

Open the "King's Treasury"!

Several golden portals appeared beside him, swallowing up the four corpses on the ground.

A moment later, the portal disappeared, leaving only a few patches of flattened weeds on the ground, as if the four people had never existed.

After doing all this, Yang Yi slowly raised his head.

His gaze swept over the few remaining people in the room.

Feng Baobao remained expressionless, but the hand gripping the worn-out watermelon knife seemed to tighten slightly compared to before.

She seemed to have developed an instinctive wariness or aversion to the aura from the subspace that had just been leaked out.

Liu Yanyan could no longer withstand the terrifying pressure and the subsequent mental impact. She collapsed onto the cold mud and completely fainted.

Lü Liang was in the most miserable condition.

Although he was not dragged directly into mental hell for a "deep experience" like the Four Madmen.

But merely as an observer well-versed in the ways of the soul, he sensed that insignificant trace of the evil god's aura, which brought him to the brink of mental collapse.

He slumped to the ground, his eyes wide open, his pupils unfocused, and his whole body began to tremble violently.

He was unconsciously and repeatedly muttering some meaningless syllables, and saliva kept dripping from the corners of his mouth, clearly indicating that he had suffered some irreversible and enormous mental shock.

Finally, there's Zhang Chulan.

He stood there dumbfounded, as if he had been scared out of his wits.

He glanced at Yang Yi in front of him.

Then he glanced at Lü Liang, who was completely dumbfounded and drooling beside him.

Zhang Chulan opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but found his throat was so dry that he couldn't utter a single word.

My mind went completely blank, as if it had been formatted.

who am I? where am I?

What happened just now?

Golden glitter? The Treasury of Kings?

And what was that evil aura just now?

The Four Madmen of Quanxing... just like that, gone?

This plot isn't going right!

He felt that his worldview had been first rubbed repeatedly into the ground and then crushed to pieces in just a few minutes.

Chapter 179 Unshakable

A night breeze blew, stirring up a few withered leaves, and the cemetery returned to its tranquility.

The dazzling golden light surrounding Yang Yi slowly subsided, then receded like a tide.

The countless glittering golden weapons that were suspended in the air also began to turn into specks of golden light and dissipate into the air.

At the same time, the magnificent golden armor covering him faded away like a phantom, revealing ordinary casual clothes underneath.

He casually straightened his collar, as if the scene he had just witnessed had nothing to do with him.

Yang Yi turned around, looked at Zhang Chulan who was still standing there, and casually waved, as if greeting an old classmate.

"Hi."

Zhang Chulan was shocked, his pupils contracted sharply, and he was all too familiar with the face in front of him.

It turned out to be his classmate, Yang Yi!

That classmate who usually seems ordinary, even somewhat taciturn?

The stark contrast momentarily stunned him.

Immediately afterwards, a surge of relief at surviving a disaster and the overwhelming joy of finding a backer welled up in my heart.

The hellish scene he had just witnessed was still vivid in his mind, and the fate of those four madmen left him with lingering fear.

Now he discovers that the arrogant big shot from earlier was actually his classmate!

Zhang Chulan's keen sense of timing and situational awareness instantly came to life.

He immediately plastered a fawning smile on his face, no longer caring about his image, and lunged at Yang Yi.

"Big brother! Brother Yi! You're my own brother!"

"Brother Yi! It's me, Chu Lan, your classmate! Brother Yi!"

He grabbed Yang Yi's leg and burst into tears and snot, his voice trembling with sobs.

"You scared me to death! Yi-ge! If it weren't for you, I'd be dead! Waaaaah..."

While wailing, he secretly glanced at Yang Yi, his eyes sparkling with excitement and curiosity.

"Brother, what kind of kung fu are you practicing? It's so powerful!"

"That glittering golden armor, and those weapons that shoot out with a 'biubiubiu' sound, it's absolutely awesome!"

"Was that the Treasure Trove move you just used? How did you do that? Teach me!"

Yang Yi looked down at Zhang Chulan, who was clinging to his leg, tears streaming down his face, yet his eyes were shining. A vein throbbed on Yang Yi's forehead.

He raised his hand and flicked Zhang Chulan's forehead with his finger.

"Bang!"

"Ow!"

Zhang Chulan winced in pain, covered his forehead, and released his grip.

Yang Yi raised his foot and gently kicked Zhang Chulan, sending him flying.

"Alright, stop howling," Yang Yi said calmly.

"Think about what you should do first."

He pointed to the tombstones scattered around him, damaged by the fighting, and the dug-out graves.

"First, bury these villagers who are lying underground back in their graves."

"To be buried in peace, don't you understand?"

he added.