While in Hollywood, I used Taoist magic to quell American terrorism.

Cao Kun immediately examined the "Ziwei Zhenyuan Bell" and found that, like the "Binding Spirit Rope," it was a spell.

This spell uses magical power to condense a bell, which can then block attacks from all directions.

As long as the Zhenyuan Bell remains burning, it will not be harmed.

However, for Cao Kun, who was practicing the Fifth Level Body Refinement Technique, this spell did not seem to have much effect at the moment.

His body is already incredibly strong defensively.

Before Cao Kun could make any statement, more footsteps emerged from the depths of the corridor.

Cao Kun watched as nurses kept emerging from the stairwell and pharmacy, his Han sword held horizontally in front of his chest.

A nurse suddenly leaped onto the ceiling, crawling on all fours like a spider, before falling vertically, the blade aimed directly at Cao Kun's skull.

Cao Kun didn't even raise his head, but pushed up with his left hand.

boom!

A bolt of lightning shot from Cao Kun's palm, striking the nurse directly.

"Bang!"

The nurse was charred black by lightning and fell from the ceiling.

Cao Kun moved with lightning speed, his Han sword sweeping across the room.

With a heavy horizontal slash, the Han sword, carrying immense force, sliced ​​three nurses charging side by side in half at the waist.

The dull thud of flesh being severed from bone echoed through the enclosed corridor, creating an exceptionally gruesome scene.

"Who? Damn! Is that you?"

Suddenly, a hurried shout came from deep within the corridor.

It was Megan's voice!

Cao Kun's eyes sharpened, and he ignored the nurses who kept coming forward.

With a sudden burst of power from his legs, he charged forward like an enraged bull.

"Get lost! I'm not playing with you anymore!"

With each step he took, the floor beneath his feet would crack from the immense force.

The nurse who was blocking his way was knocked away by his shoulder and torn to pieces in mid-air by the backlash of his magic.

Suddenly, Cao Kun stopped in his tracks, and his spiritual alarm bells rang loudly.

A powerful pressure came from behind.

Cao Kun turned his head and saw a huge shadow looming over him from around the corner.

"Thump—thump—"

Heavy footsteps, accompanied by a metallic scraping sound, slowly began to sound.

Cao Kun stared intently and saw a huge triangular metal helmet come into view as it passed around the corner.

The monster was naked from the waist up, its muscles bulging like the gnarled roots of an ancient tree.

He wore a slaughter apron stained with blood around his waist.

What is most eye-catching is the giant execution knife he is dragging in his hand, which is two meters long and covered in rust.

The blade sliced ​​across the ground, sending sparks flying.

As that huge triangular iron head completely rounded the corner...

The dark nurses who had been screaming and crawling wildly in the corridor suddenly froze, as if they had encountered their natural enemy.

Immediately afterwards, the nurses let out a series of terrified screams, like air leaking out.

They quickly retreated, disappearing one by one into the writhing shadows of flesh and blood on the wall.

It vanished completely in the blink of an eye.

In the corridor, only the grating sound of metal scraping remained.

"Sizzle—"

The giant executioner's blade carved a deep mark on the rusty barbed wire floor.

Cao Kun's expression turned serious as he watched the enormous monster slowly approaching him.

Triangular head.

He is the executioner and the judge in the world of Silent Hill.

He was silent, expressionless, and not even breathing.

He is the embodiment of the prey's deep-seated guilt and masochistic desires.

In the original film, he was almost invincible.

That heavy giant sword could easily tear a person in half.

His near-immortal body can ignore the vast majority of physical attacks.

Cao Kun looked at the body that blocked the middle of the corridor like a small mountain, and his grip on the Han sword tightened slightly.

"Scare the small ones away, then bring in a bigger one to keep things in check?"

Cao Kun sneered and took a step forward.

The triangular head tilted slightly, its heavy triangular iron head seemingly scrutinizing its prey.

The next second, he suddenly exerted his strength.

The two-meter-long execution blade brought with it a nauseating, putrid stench...

A huge arc of light drew upwards and slashed diagonally towards Cao Kun.

"clang--!"

Sparks flew everywhere.

Cao Kun swung his sword to parry.

The nine-pound Han sword clashed with the executioner's blade, which weighed over a hundred pounds...

Click!

The Han sword snapped in two, and Cao Kun's hand trembled involuntarily.

"This piece of junk." Cao Kun casually tossed the Han sword aside.

"You're incredibly strong! Did you grow up eating weights?"

Cao Kun muttered a complaint, then used the momentum to retreat, instantly forming a hand seal with his left hand.

"Binding Spirit Rope, rise!"

In the void, three orange-red magic ropes instantly took shape.

Like a python, it coiled around the arms and waist of the triangular-headed man.

"roar--"

The deep, guttural voice of the man with the triangular head came from under his helmet.

His entire body muscles twitched violently.

The binding rope, which was strong enough to trap the dark nurse, was stretched taut at this moment, emitting a piercing friction sound.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

With a roar from Pyramid Head...

He actually tore the three spirit-binding ropes apart with brute force, turning them into specks of orange-red light that dissipated into the air.

"Its spell resistance is also quite high."

Cao Kun's eyes narrowed.

He could sense that the monster was shrouded in an extremely thick layer of bloody resentment, making it difficult for ordinary spells to be effective.

The executioner's blade swept across again.

The giant sword smashed directly into a rusty iron cabinet on one side of the corridor, sending up a large amount of metal fragments.

"Five Thunder Orthodox Method, descend!"

boom!

A bolt of lightning struck, hitting Pyramid Head squarely.

Triangle Head shuddered, his massive body swayed, and plumes of black smoke rose from his body.

Boom!

The enormous execution blade fell to the ground without even grazing Cao Kun.

The enormous execution blade slammed heavily onto the rusty wire mesh floor, sending up a ring of dark red rust powder.

Pyramid Head's heavy triangular iron helmet drooped slightly, then suddenly swung back.

A muffled roar, like the beating of an old bellows, came from his throat.

His skin, charred black by lightning, was actually enveloped by that dense aura of bloodlust...

It wriggles and heals at a speed visible to the naked eye, hissing and emitting nauseating black smoke.

"Just be afraid of lightning."

Cao Kun shook his neck, pinched his fingers and popped them, making a popping sound like popping beans.

"Since you like close-quarters combat, I'll play along with you."

Cao Kun took a deep breath, and his body began to swell violently.

"Rip—!"

Cao Kun's clothes on his upper body burst open instantly, turning into countless pieces of cloth that flew around.

In just a few seconds, his figure rose to an astonishing height of about two meters.

The muscles that were originally smooth now bulged high.

Like a glass sculpture, it is filled with an explosive sense of power.

"Sizzle—Crackling!"

Countless tiny blue lightning bolts leaped out from the void, frantically coiling around Cao Kun's arms and chest.

It formed a lightning-infused robe that shifted and changed.

The lightning illuminated his majestic, godlike face.

At this moment, Cao Kun's aura completely overwhelmed the decay and despair emanating from Pyramid Head.

Pyramid Head seemed to sense the threat as well. He stretched out his scarred giant hand and grabbed the executioner's knife from the ground.

"Sizzle!"

He raised the two-meter-long giant sword high above his head and, with immense force, slashed down fiercely at Cao Kun's skull!