Starting as a prodigy wanting milk? A world-destroying deception in the opposite direction.

This is so weird!

Why can his Shadow Strike split into so many fragments? Why does his psychic power carry that chilling aura? How could he so easily pierce through my defenses?

Shen Zhen's seven figures merged into one, kneeling on one knee, supporting their bodies with the Mind Ruler, panting heavily, their faces as pale as paper.

The throbbing pain in my meridians turned into a hollow, stabbing pain, and I felt dizzy in waves.

The consecutive use of Blazing Sun Cage and two Shadow Strike almost drained him of all his mental energy and spirit.

The wound on my shoulder was also bleeding profusely.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Chen Xi and Qi Xuejian forced their opponents back and moved closer, protecting Shen Zhen on the left and right, their eyes filled with shock and admiration as they looked at him.

Zhou Shi and Wu Xian were even more excited, wishing they had been the ones who had just displayed such power.

Shen Zhen raised his head and looked at the disheveled second-tier leader, a cold smile curving his lips.

You lost.

Shen Zhen slowly stood up, speaking slowly and deliberately.

"Shadow Rift is the means, the strike is the goal." His voice was soft, but it struck the second-tier leader's heart like a heavy hammer.

The interplay of reality and illusion, the control of rhythm, the psychological game...

All of this was for that final, decisive opportunity.

The second-tier leader clutched his bleeding shoulder, his face ashen, his eyes blazing with murderous intent, yet tinged with a hint of apprehension.

He knew he had indeed lost.

It wasn't a matter of strength that led to the defeat, but rather a lack of understanding of combat and a loss of control over the rhythm of the game by the opponent.

"Kid... I admit I underestimated you," he said hoarsely.

"But you think that's the end of it?"

A glint of madness flashed in his eyes, and he slammed his left hand into his chest.

"With blood as the catalyst, with souls as the sacrifice... Ancestor God..."

He was about to unleash another forbidden technique with an extremely high cost.

"Stop him!" Feng Yu shouted.

But Shen Zhen, who was closest to them, did something that surprised everyone.

He smiled slightly.

Shen Zhen neither rushed forward to interrupt nor retreated to defend.

He simply raised his right hand, pointed his index finger at the second-tier leader, and gently hooked it.

The movement was very light and casual.

It's like greeting an acquaintance.

But at the very moment he made that move.

Within the second-tier leader's body, the cold, sinister mental power that had previously invaded the back of his neck and had been lurking there suddenly erupted like ignited explosives!

"Aaaaaahh ...

A heart-wrenching scream echoed throughout the prison courtyard.

The forbidden spell of the second-tier leader abruptly stopped.

He clutched his head with both hands, his whole body limp as if his bones had been removed, his body convulsing violently, as if resisting some invisible, terrifying erosion from the spiritual realm.

This scene left everyone who had just finished fighting speechless once again.

They only saw Shen Zhen make a strange gesture, and the powerful second-tier leader instantly collapsed.

That desperate thought surged through the second-tier leader's body, penetrating deep into his consciousness and forcibly imprinting itself on his mental level.

It magnifies the images that he fears most and doesn't want to face deep in his heart.

This was more terrifying than physical pain; this desperate will seemed to drag him into boundless darkness.

He witnessed the horrific scene of his mission failing, being ruthlessly abandoned by the organization, and dying under torture.

He saw his "Guide," whom he served, staring at him with cold eyes, as if looking at a useless piece of trash;

He even saw countless wronged souls, victims of his crimes, crawling out from the depths of hell, reaching out their pale hands to grab him...

"No...don't..."

"Spare me... Guide... Save me..."

He emitted a hoarse, inhuman whine from his throat, his eyes filled with fear and despair from the depths of his soul, the muscles on his face contorted into an expression of extreme pain, drool uncontrollably dripping from the corners of his mouth, his body curled up into a ball, trying to escape those terrifying hallucinations that did not exist at all.

"This...this is...what kind of power is this...?"

He struggled to lift his head and look at Shen Zhen.

That look in his eyes was exactly the same as the despair Jin Wan had before his death.

Shen Zhen slowly walked up to him, squatted down, looked at him calmly, and said in a voice only the two of them could hear:

"You think those two blows I just delivered were only meant to hurt you?"

The second-tier leader shuddered, a glimmer of clarity flashing in his unfocused eyes before being overwhelmed by even greater fear.

It turns out that I had already fallen into their trap back then!

That chilling mental power not only eroded his body, but also, like a vicious seed, was buried deep in his consciousness, waiting for the right moment to explode!

"The battle ended the moment you underestimated me." Shen Zhen stood up, his voice icy.

"Your arrogance is your greatest weakness." He no longer looked at the second-tier leader, whose spirit had collapsed and who was struggling in his own fearful illusions.

Soon, the second-tier leader's eyes completely lost their luster, devoid of any life force.

The battles around them were also nearing their end.

With their leader deposed, the heretics' morale collapsed. Under the siege of the temple's people and the royal guards, they were quickly killed or wounded and were all captured.

Li Qingyan, Zhao Huaijin, and others were all injured, but their eyes were bright.

In this battle, they fought against overwhelming odds and achieved a brilliant victory!

Feng Yu walked to Shen Zhen's side, glanced at the corpse of the second-tier leader on the ground, and then looked at Shen Zhen's pale face and bleeding shoulder, a complex look flashing in his eyes.

The third prince was in turmoil at this moment.

The strength, cunning, and uncanny ability to kill without leaving a trace that Shen Zhen displayed today have far exceeded the scope of an ordinary first-level Divine Blessing cultivator, and even many second-level Divine Blessing cultivators.

This child is no ordinary person.

This strengthened his resolve to become allies with Shen Zhen.

"Special Envoy Shen, do you need medical treatment?"

"It's just a superficial wound, nothing serious." Shen Zhen shook his head.

He knew that his performance today was too outrageous, but he had no choice but to do it due to the circumstances.

This force is terrifying, yet also very useful.

It can render an enemy powerless to resist in their deepest fear and despair, until they suffer a mental breakdown, which is more thorough than mere physical annihilation.

Shen Zhen thought to himself that this was a more subtle application of the power of despair that he had gradually figured out.

Although it consumes a lot of resources, the results are remarkable.

This was the second time he had used this power to kill someone; the first time was when he secretly executed Jin Wanquan in the capital.

He looked at the heretic prisoners being brought over, and at the barbarian Wuguto, who was already terrified and cowering in the corner of the cell.

"Clean up the battlefield." Shen Zhen took a deep breath.

"Then we should ask them what they want from Wugutuo, or what they are afraid he will say."

His gaze fell on the corpse of the second-tier leader.

The flickering firelight inside the prison illuminated Shen Zhen's calm and resolute profile.

That night, a crack was torn open in the undercurrents of Dayue City.

Shen Zhen's name is destined to reach the ears of some people in another way.