Game Invasion: A new term for each level

Chapter 193 Illusory Heart and Bewitching Light Peacock

The moment Yang Hui stepped into the Thousand-Eyed Peacock Forest, the world before his eyes suddenly reversed. Moonlight shone through the mutated leaves, casting vivid colors that flashed by in an instant.

Unlike the mutated plants in Butterfly Valley, the forest here is more like a giant kaleidoscope made up of countless rainbows.

Slender, feather-like leaves hang down throughout the forest, their tips adorned with countless large, purplish-blue spots, each about the size of an eyeball.

Those eyeballs trembled slightly in the breeze, like a thousand scrutinizing gazes, repeatedly scanning over everyone who stepped into this place.

The lion king just turned and entered the jungle, but now there is neither a sound nor a sight to be seen.

Yang Hui's eyes narrowed slightly. The phrase "harmonizing with the world" was flashing wildly, resisting the tangible spiritual pressure from Xi Jinping in the air.

"Yang Hui! Don't look at those eyes!" Yan Yiming shouted, squatting on the ground and covering his temples with both hands.

Yang Hui closed his eyes in an instant, and everything went dark, but he could still feel the gazes directed at him from all around.

Yan Yiming's voice reached my ears: "There are definitely mutated animals controlling this forest! I can sense it, right in the middle of the forest..."

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The sound grew fainter and fainter until it disappeared completely, and the surroundings were utterly silent except for the rustling of the wind through the leaves.

Yang Hui quickly whistled, and [Bat Senses] created an environment. Yan Yiming lay stiffly on the ground not far away.

Just as Yang Hui was about to go over, a scorching storm suddenly erupted behind him.

"Yang Hui!!!"

That was Luo Che's voice, but it was so hoarse it didn't sound human.

Yang Hui turned around abruptly, and a figure engulfed in flames was staggering towards him.

Luo Che was already in a state of near madness.

He dragged his broken ribs and wrecked body, drained of his soul, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the front.

"Give me back my 300 million!"

Luo Che dug his fingers into the soil, letting out a beast-like growl, and suddenly swung his right hand out with a twisted flame blade, aiming straight for Yang Hui's face.

"Are you crazy!" Yang Hui dodged to the side, the flames brushing against his earlobe and scorching a few strands of hair.

However, Luo Che couldn't hear anything at all; he had been completely consumed by the illusion.

Yang Hui's eyes narrowed, and he clenched his right fist, golden lightning suddenly wrapping around his knuckles.

He threw a powerful punch at Luo Che, who was charging towards him!

Jin Lei, carrying a powerful punch, struck Luo Che squarely in the chest.

In that instant, Luo Che's clothes burst open from behind, blood mist shot out from his pores, and he flew backward like a puppet with its strings cut, breaking three hanging vines.

Luo Che still had a faint breath and struggled to get up.

In his eyes, the eyeballs on those trees all turned into bundles of stacked hundred-yuan bills, 300 million, the hope of rebuilding the Northern Storm.

His bloodshot eyes couldn't see the eerie forest at all; only the 300 million phantoms were constantly flickering.

He dug his fingers into the soil, letting out a low growl like a wild beast, desperately reaching for the void.

300w...

...300 million...I'm still the captain of the Northern Storms!

Countless purple vines and roots burst forth from the soil, wrapping around Luo Che's limbs and neck, lifting him up and hanging him in mid-air.

The vines tightened, digging into the flesh, and blood dripped down their length.

"Yang Hui—I'll be waiting for you in hell!" Luo Che squeezed out a final sigh from his throat, then was violently pulled into the depths of the tree canopy by the vines. A heart-wrenching squeaking sound and his screams echoed through the forest.

This was originally Luo Che's trap, but now it has become his burial ground!

Before Yang could even pay attention to Luo Che, he suddenly heard a rapid dragging sound behind him.

Luo Che's delay was only a dozen seconds. Several purple-blue vines silently emerged from the soil beneath Yan Yiming's feet, wrapped around his ankles, and dragged him into the depths of the forest before he could struggle.

"Yan Yiming!" Yang Hui took off chasing after him.

But the vines moved with uncanny speed; in the blink of an eye, Yan Yiming's figure disappeared into the layers of rainbow light, leaving only a drawn-out cry: "Yang Hui! Don't worry about me! Go first..."

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Yang Hui's face was gloomy, and the golden lightning on his fist was still crackling.

He followed the drag marks on the ground, step by step, deeper into the forest.

At the edge of the forest, Duan Fan abruptly stopped less than three meters from the edge of the rainbow. He took out his broken monocle and shakily placed it in front of his eyes.

Cold sweat trickled down his forehead, and the forest before him had transformed into a massive mental vortex in his perception.

Zheng Chong ran over, supporting his right arm. Upon seeing this, the two of them retreated simultaneously.

"Damn it—going into this hellhole is suicide." Duan Fan's voice trembled; the fear of the unknown made his legs weak.

Zheng Chong looked at the three figures disappearing into the rainbow light, his eyes filled with complex emotions: "Even the Lion King had to use this forest to shake them off. If we, these few remnants of the army, go in, we won't even have bones left."

Duan Fan pondered, "Why would the Lion King need to run? Why isn't it fighting us? Is it really afraid of us?"

"Who knows what animals are thinking?"

Just then, hurried footsteps came from behind.

Song Lin and Old Master Gu finally caught up.

Song Lin watched Luo Che's figure disappear into the depths of the jungle, clutching her chest tightly, and was about to chase after him.

Seeing this, Old Gu shouted sternly, "Grab her! Don't let her in! This is no joke!"

Duan Fan and Zheng Chong quickly restrained Song Lin, preventing her from stepping inside.

Looking at the scene before him, Old Gu slammed his notebook shut, his face grim and terrifying: "This is very different from the intelligence! When Luo Che suggested using this place as a trap, I had a bad feeling."

He paused, a hint of despair in his voice: "Now, once you step in, your will will be instantly dismembered, your deepest obsessions will be forcibly materialized, and those with insufficient willpower will have their souls completely drained and turned into nourishment."

"Aaaaaah!!!"

At the same time, Luo Che's screams echoed through the forest, penetrating to the bone.

Just hearing the screams gave Duan Fan goosebumps.

"Luo Che..." Song Lin's voice trembled, as if she didn't want to accept the truth.

"Luo Che has met with misfortune. Face reality, Miss Song."

Zheng Chong, supporting his right arm, asked in disbelief, "The Northern Mist is gone?"

Luo Che's screams were like the most severe warning, echoing repeatedly in the oppressive air of the Thousand-Eyed Peacock Forest, before being completely shattered by the heavy rainbow light.

In the Thousand-Eyed Peacock Forest, a spiritual dead zone stripped of willpower, Luo Che, a gambler whose soul had been exhausted and whose mind was filled with obsessions, had become the best nourishment for this forest.

"Sizzle!!!"

He let out a short, sharp whistle, the sound waves striking the feather-like tree trunks and sending out chaotic feedback.

Even with his eyes closed, the rainbow light still stimulated Yang Hui's nerves.

Yang Hui nimbly moved among the layers of purple vines, his eyes tightly closed, yet he whistled a tune while his feet remained firmly planted on the ground. The scene looked quite eerie.

Golden light flickered beneath his tightly closed eyelids, desperately guarding the last vestige of clarity in his mind.

He could feel the roots beneath his feet surging like a swarm of snakes, trying to cling to his ankles.

He must find the mutated animal that is emitting the energy fluctuations!

Yan Yiming is about to reach his limit!

Just as he passed a clump of bushes that trembled like eyeballs, a violent aura of thunder suddenly pierced into his senses.

That familiar feeling! It's the Lion King!

The colossal beast, several meters tall, stood in a clearing in the forest.

It didn't attack Yang Hui, or even glance at him; it seemed to have more important things to do.

The lion king had its head down, its massive nostrils flapping violently in the air, as if it were sniffing out some extremely faint scent that made it restless.

"It seems to be looking for something?" Yang Hui thought to himself.

The lion king let out a deep, muffled roar, and with a burst of power from its four legs, the vines around its body were instantly shattered into dust by the lightning.

It was like a raging shadow, leaping back into the depths of the forest, bringing with it a bitter, acrid smell of sulfur.

Yang Hui did not pursue.

His senses were firmly fixed on the spot diagonally behind where the lion king had just stood.

There was a giant, mutated flower bud with a semi-transparent texture, and in the center of the bud stood an enormous peacock.

The peacock was an eerie dark blue, and its crest feathers resembled clusters of burning blue flames.

It was looking down and tearing at a vine that was wrapped around Yan Yiming, as if searching for a more convenient place to bite.

"court death!"

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