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Chen Guan's eye twitched.

He knew he couldn't stand any longer.

Although An Changqing and Long Ao were entangled by Mo Lang, their peripheral vision had drifted towards him more than once.

The doubt in his eyes was slowly deepening.

If he doesn't act now, he'll face An Changqing, who's even more terrifying than Santai, after the battle ends.

Chen Guan pushed off with his feet, his body turning into a blur, the scythe in his hand drawing a deadly arc in the air, a faint black flame igniting on the blade.

This strike was flawless in both momentum and angle, carrying an unwavering determination, aimed straight for Santai's neck.

"Chen Guan, no."

An Changqing's voice changed tone.

In his eyes, Chen Guan's attack abandoned all defense and was a suicidal charge that put all his strength into it.

To do this in the face of an unfathomable and formidable enemy is tantamount to a moth flying into a flame.

Faced with this life-or-death attack, San Tai shifted his body slightly, the sharp edge of the scythe grazing the collar of her trench coat, the resulting gust of wind ruffling a few strands of her hair that hung by her ears.

The two passed each other.

In a split second, their gazes collided in mid-air.

Chen Guan read a hint of mockery in her smiling eyes.

This person is just messing with them. Chen Guan was momentarily distracted.

The next moment, San Tai's voice drifted from behind him, not loud, but it penetrated into the ears of everyone in the tunnel.

"Little kid, you're quite strong, but unfortunately, you can't hit anyone."

Chen Guan: "..."

They've been provoking us all along...

"Is that all the talent you've got, you geniuses of Huaqing Academy?"

San Tai seemed to think the scene wasn't lively enough, so he stretched out his finger and gently touched the unfolded scroll in front of him.

Two more ink blots spread out on the scroll.

In an instant, two enormous, dark-colored pythons swam out of the painting, silently gliding across the ground, one on the left and one on the right, coiling around Long Ao and An Changqing.

"Damn it, here we go again."

Long Ao had just punched Mo Lang away and hadn't even had time to catch his breath when his ankle was suddenly wrapped around with lightning speed, the cold, slippery sensation spreading upwards along his trouser leg.

He let out a low growl, his muscles bulging, trying to break free from the black python.

But that thing, though it looked like ink, was incredibly tough. No matter how hard he tried, it was only stretched and deformed, and he couldn't break free at all.

The situation is equally bad for An Changqing.

His sword energy cleaved another black python into several pieces, but the black lumps wriggled on the ground a few times before merging back into one. They swung their tails, cooperating with the reassembled black wolf to seal off all his escape routes.

"Don't get entangled with these things." An Changqing's voice was urgent: "The source of them is that woman, attacking her personally."

Everyone understands the principle.

Long Ao was tightly bound by two black pythons, unable to use his brute strength at all. He could only watch helplessly as a striped tiger stepped out of the painting and blocked the way between him and the three platforms.

The black tiger roared silently to the sky, its dark eyes fixed on Long Ao.

San Tai rested his chin on his hand, as if he were watching an interesting drama, and even had the leisure to wink at the coffin not far away.

Her eyes seemed to say, "Look, I'm awesome, aren't I?"

Chen Guan's eye twitched violently.

Still provoking...

Chen Guan took a breath and stopped looking at San Tai's amused face.

He slowly lowered his hand holding the sickle, and his body gradually relaxed from a tense defensive posture.

San Tai raised an eyebrow, the smile on his lips fading slightly.

She had a bad feeling about this...

Chen Guan raised his left hand.

The faint black mark on the palm of that hand seemed to come alive.

The jet-black lines, like a red-hot branding iron, grew wildly outward from his palm, instantly covering his entire arm.

The blood vessels beneath the skin bulged out, emitting an ominous dark red light, and a violent and frenzied power burst forth from the body.

"This is……"

An Changqing's pupils shrank to pinpoints. He sensed a chilling madness emanating from that aura.

It felt exactly the same as when I was in Shanghai!

"Um?"

The playful look on San Tai's face finally vanished completely, and for the first time, genuine astonishment appeared in her eyes, which were always filled with mockery.

As a ninth-ranked individual, she could clearly sense that the power surging from Chen Guan's arm possessed an essence that surpassed her own.

That was a higher level of power, but it seemed inferior when placed on Chen Guan, the host.

"roar."

The black tiger closest to Chen's coffin seemed to sense a threat. It abandoned Long Ao, suddenly turned around, transformed into a black shadow, opened its blood-red maw, and pounced towards Chen's coffin.

Chen Guan spread his five fingers, aiming at the oncoming Mo Hu, and a ball of crimson flame that seemed capable of burning everything burst forth from his palm.

boom!

The flames ignited the Ink Tiger the moment they touched it.

Under the scorching heat of the crimson flames, the ink beast couldn't even last a second before silently howling and turning into steam, leaving not a single speck of ink behind.

The flames continued their relentless advance, transforming into a fiery tornado that engulfed the entire battlefield.

The black python that was coiled around Long Ao was swept away by the flames and instantly turned into nothingness. Even Long Ao's hair was curled up by the scorching flames.

The black wolves that besieged An Changqing, along with the ancient scroll, were all reduced to ashes inch by inch by the flames.

The scorching heat distorted the air in the tunnel, and the overhead lights crackled under the strain before exploding one after another.

The tunnel plunged into darkness.

The only source of light was the ever-pulsating crimson flame in Chen Guan's hand.

The flames illuminated every bewildered face in the tunnel.

The flames flickered, casting distorted and bizarre shadows of everyone against the rough walls, and a strange smell of burnt bits mixed with ozone filled the air.

An Changqing and Long Ao unconsciously took a half step back, not out of fear, but because the residual heat from the flames was already burning their skin.

Holy crap, that last hit was devastating!

Is this the true value of the prison coffin, especially the cheat code part?

[Wait a minute, something seems off about Coffin Bro. Look at his face.]

The comments on the screen brought Chen Guan back to his senses.

He could feel the borrowed strength in his arm rapidly dissipating, and with each additional second he maintained it, the burden on his body was multiplying.

Even worse, the mental shock from that force gave him a splitting headache, blurring the line between reason and madness.

Sure enough, he still couldn't maintain this demonized state for long.

We must act quickly; otherwise, with a human body, we simply cannot unleash the full power of Baal's abilities.

Relying solely on the skill set in its normal state is not enough to contend with an opponent like the Three Platforms.

Chen Guan raised his head, his gaze passing over the distorted heatwave and shooting straight at the woman in the darkness.

The flippancy on San Tai's face had vanished without a trace.

She stood there, her trench coat hem fluttering even without wind, her beautiful eyes, which always held a playful air, now fixed intently on Chen Guan's arm.