Game Invasion: A new term for each level

Chapter 192 Thousand-Eyed Peacock Forest

The mandrill house was eerily quiet.

The thunder subsided, and the flying dust slowly settled.

Yang Hui took a deep breath, but lost his target. In 0.1 seconds, his attributes plummeted, his power drained from his body, and a sense of melancholy welled up in his heart.

He bent down and picked up the charred scepter.

Item Name: Broken Razor Scepter Level: B

Effect: Consumes spirit, communicates with the scepter, and unleashes the power of thunder!

The moment his palm touched the scepter, a violent arc of purple electricity coursed along his arm, but it meekly bowed before the faint vertical line on his forehead.

With a thought, Yang Hui's palm flashed twice with golden lightning.

"It's quite easy to use, but it's a little rough. Is it because it's damaged?"

Yang Hui carried the scepter and walked out of the hall.

Duan Fan rubbed his eyes, his voice trembling: "What...what speed was that? I didn't even see his movements clearly, and the Monkey King was gone?"

Zheng Chong, still shaken, muttered to himself, "This is too bizarre. What kind of attribute is it? Ultimate fighting technique? High attribute progression of strength and agility? Or that terrifying attribute effect of getting stronger the more you fight?"

Whenever they thought they knew the effects and power of Yang Hui's abilities, he always managed to pull out something astonishing.

It's hard to pinpoint Yang Hui's limits.

"This must be the last prop, let me see!"

The moment Yan Yiming received the scepter, his hands went numb, and he involuntarily let go, causing the Lei Ze scepter to fall to the ground.

"Holy crap! There's electricity!"

Yang Hui picked it up, carefully felt it a couple of times, and said, "It's fine."

Yan Yiming extended a finger, and just as he was about to touch it, an arc of electricity instantly appeared and struck his fingertip!

"This feels like static electricity when you take off a sweater in winter! You should keep this scepter."

"It seems like winter is indeed coming soon."

Yang Hui tilted his head slightly, and the gray clouds in the sky were forcibly torn apart. Countless dark purple lightning bolts fell to the ground like raging dragons, smashing the huge artificial mountain in the Mountain Demon Pavilion into dust.

The thunder was no longer intermittent, but had become a continuous, deep bass sound, like a heartbeat.

The ground began to shake slightly, and the birds, startled, flapped their wings and chirped.

Yan Yiming clutched his head in his hands and exclaimed, "What's going on?! The Lion King has gone mad again!"

Yang Hui held the broken Thunder Scepter in his hand, the lightning flowing from his fingertips resonating faintly with the thunder in the sky.

Yang turned around and saw the Lion King standing on a distant mountain, its head held high, the lightning crackling in its mane, making its eyes look like two large light bulbs.

It was no longer contempt, but a hysterical grief.

"Yang Hui... the Lion King is mine..."

A hoarse voice, heavy with the smell of blood, came from behind them.

Everyone turned around at once, their pupils suddenly contracting.

Luo Che was seen rolling out of a pit.

His once magnificent red robes were now just tattered rags hanging on his body, covered in mud and stuck to his skin.

His once delicate and elegant face was now covered with red spots from the burns caused by butterfly scales, and one eye was so swollen that it was only a slit, making him look like a mad dog that had just crawled out of hell.

Yan Yiming curled his lip in disgust and said, "Ugh~ Where did you crawl out of? You stink! Where are your two teammates?"

Zheng Chong's eyes were complicated. He had only been with the Northern Storm for two months, and he had once admired Luo Che's strength from the bottom of his heart.

He was aware of Luo Che's character flaws, but Zheng Chong felt they weren't particularly glaring shortcomings.

This game instance taught him a harsh lesson: even with great strength, a lack of moral character leads to the same fate as now, leaving Zheng Chong feeling deeply saddened.

Duan Fan quickly took two steps back. He knew Luo Che; in this state of rage, he was even less articulate than an animal.

Yang Hui remained expressionless, took out a throat lozenge and popped it into his mouth. His spirits lifted, and he spared a sliver of attention to be wary of him.

"Lion King... my heart... three million... nobody can take it!"

Luo Che has clearly fallen into a desperate gamble.

Before stepping into this zoo, he was the captain of the Northern Storm Elite Squad, an absolute powerhouse at level 34 in the North City!

The son-in-law of the founder of Songkang Pharmaceutical!

But after a few hours, everything changed. The team fell apart, no one respected him, and even Song Lin wanted to distance herself from him!

"As long as I get the Lion King's Heart! And the 300 million! I can rebuild the Northern Storm! I haven't lost yet!"

He looked at the Lion King in the distance, and then at the charred scepter in Yang Hui's hand, and his whole being fell into a kind of morbid madness.

"Go to hell!!!"

Luo Che roared, clasped his hands together, and flames suddenly burst into flames around him. His eyes were bloodshot, and even though he was exhausted, he was doing his best to activate the ability of the word!

"He's burning through his soul!"

Yan Yiming recognized it at a glance. When he patrolled with Pei Feng, there were always some thugs who would risk damaging their soul foundation to put up a stubborn resistance!

In an instant, two enormous fire blades, each three meters long, materialized in his hands. The flames were a sickly dark red, carrying a bitter, sulfurous smell.

Luo Che transformed into a twisted red shadow and charged towards the four of them. Yang Hui, carrying Yan Yiming, quickly dodged away.

Duan Fan and Zheng Chong also rolled away to avoid the flames, which scorched the air and cut off half of Duan Fan's hair.

Luo Che didn't stop, rushing towards the Lion King on the high mountain like a madman.

He leaped into the air, his fiery blades drawing two intersecting crimson arcs as he slashed fiercely at the lion king's neck.

"What need for necessary tools! Absolute strength is the only thing that matters!"

However, the Lion King's reaction was beyond everyone's expectations.

Faced with Luo Che's desperate attack, the Lion King didn't even glance at him.

Roar! ! ! !

The lion king let out a furious roar, but his thick tail swept backward casually like a giant steel whip.

boom! ! !

The fiery blade, powerful enough to cleave steel, shattered the moment it struck the lion's tail, the clash of thunder and flames sending up clouds of dust.

Luo Che was once again sent flying by that immense force, crashing into the rocks like a lump of mud, gushing out mouthfuls of blood that stained the mud on his chest.

The lion king completely ignored whether the little insect lived or died.

It sniffed the faint scent in the air, then suddenly exerted force with its four legs, leaping back and rushing into the eerie jungle shrouded in countless rainbow lights.

"Damn it, it's inside!" Yan Yiming exclaimed, slapping his forehead.

"That's the Thousand-Eyed Peacock Forest; compared to that, the rotting illusion of Butterfly Valley is just an appetizer!"

"Chase it! We can't let it get away!" Yang Hui made a quick decision and followed.

Yan Yiming hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth, disregarding everything else, and followed behind Yang Hui.

In such a dangerous place, perhaps he could do something to create a glimmer of hope for Yang Hui!

Luo Che lay on the ground, his fingers digging into the soil, his eyes bloodshot as he stared at Yang Hui's retreating figure: "Mine... all mine..."

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Driven by some twisted obsession, he staggered to his feet again and followed after them.