Game Invasion: A new term for each level

Chapter 194 A Woman Who Is Both Strange and Familiar

Yang Hui exerted force with his feet, and the ground crumbled like a spider web.

He leaped forward, his entire body transforming into a blur, the golden lightning crackling around his fists, arcs of electricity leaping between his knuckles.

However, the peacock seemed to sense a deadly threat.

It let out a mournful cry, and its tail screen, which could cover half the forest, exploded in that instant!

The circular patterns on each feather came to life, transforming into countless human pupils.

At that moment, even with Yang Hui's eyes tightly closed, the tsunami-like stream of spiritual light still violently pierced his eyelids, directly impacting his retina and the depths of his soul.

【和光同尘】flickered violently for a moment, then fell into complete silence, like a flickering lamp extinguished in a storm.

Yang Huiqianchong's body slid forward several meters due to inertia before suddenly freezing.

The scene before me changed, as if I had suddenly come back to my senses after being in a daze.

The putrid smell and iridescent light disappeared.

Instead, there was the dry, slightly salty smell of sweat, and the somewhat glaring white light of a high-powered searchlight.

"Good! Yang Hui! Another KO!!"

"This is his twelfth consecutive win this season! He is the undisputed champion!"

A deafening roar of cheers erupted from all directions.

Yang Hui found himself standing in the center of a familiar ring, with a solid canvas mat beneath his feet and his hands tightly wrapped in boxing straps.

This was the scene he had longed for countless days and nights in his previous life, but could not obtain.

Sweat stung his eyes, and Yang Hui blinked unconsciously. The scene suddenly shifted.

He sat in a spacious, bright lounge with an ice pack on his shoulder.

"You always work so hard, aren't you afraid of developing health problems later in life?"

A gentle voice sounded in my ear.

Yang Hui turned his head and saw a woman wearing a white knitted sweater unscrewing a bottle of water and handing it to him.

Her movements were gentle and skillful, and the sensation of her fingertips brushing against his shoulder felt so real.

But when Yang Hui tried to see her face clearly, he found that it was just a blurry phantom, as if covered by a white veil that could not be lifted.

She was so familiar; every subtle movement of hers tugged at the deepest ache in Yang Hui's heart.

No matter how hard he tried to search his memory, he found that his brain was completely blank and lifeless when it came to anything about this woman.

"Who are you?" Yang Hui murmured subconsciously.

The faceless woman chuckled softly, reaching out to smooth the damp strands of hair from his forehead, her voice carrying a captivating allure.

Ning: "Don't think about it anymore, Yang Hui, just stay here."

The dark blue peacock slowly spread its wings, which were covered with purple-blue eyes, and gently enveloped Yang Hui, who was lost in a hallucination. It looked at Yang Hui and then at Yan Yiming, as if it was thinking about where to start its attack.

The white light from the searchlight was so warm that it made you want to sleep forever.

The faceless woman gently pulled Yang Hui's hand, the force soft yet like an immense shackle.

She tilted her head, her tone carrying a heartbreaking plea: "It's too cold outside, Yang Hui. It's full of monsters, betrayal, and slaughter. You've fought your whole life, haven't you had enough?"

Yang Hui looked down at the red marks on his gauntlets; they were his only medal in this illusion.

"That's enough," Yang Hui said in a low voice.

The woman let out a relieved chuckle and was about to rest her head on his shoulder when Yang Hui suddenly reached out and gripped her wrist tightly.

"This is not where I belong!"

Yang Hui raised his head, his eyes devoid of warmth, only cold as iron: "Every second I stay here, the danger outside increases. I want to get out, even if it's hell outside."

The woman's figure trembled slightly, and a hint of relief seemed to appear on her blurry face.

She didn't stop him; instead, she reached out her cool fingers and gently stroked Yang Hui's forehead.

He pressed his fingertip against his brow and slowly moved it down an inch.

In that instant, Yang Hui felt a sharp, stinging pain, as if something had been forcibly awakened from the depths of his skull. It was both itchy and numb, and it exploded outwards from between his eyebrows, spreading along his eye sockets and nose, all the way to his temples.

The woman's fingertips began to burn; that warmth was like a key, turning open a long-sealed door within him.

"Then—" her voice was as light as a wisp of smoke, "go and tear this dream apart."

Inside the bud-shaped nest, the dark blue peacock had already opened its barbed beak, less than an inch from Yang Hui's neck.

Its enormous tail screen, like a colorful firework, completely enveloped Yang Hui.

Buzz!

Just as the peacock was about to bite, the skin and flesh in the center of Yang Hui's tightly closed forehead mysteriously split open to both sides!

A dark golden rift suddenly opened up, revealing a round golden ball that abruptly aimed at the peacock before it!

Golden light burst forth, piercing through the rainbow-colored mist like a sharp sword.

Yang Hui suddenly opened his eyes, and in that instant, his right hand gripped the Thunder Scepter tightly!

"Get out of here!!!"

Boom!!!

The once lifeless sky seemed to be shattered by a heavy hammer. A golden bolt of lightning, several meters in diameter, carrying a violent aura that could destroy everything, roared down from the clouds!

Lightning bolts, like dragons, instantly pierced through the entire Peacock Forest.

The arrogant, dark blue peacock didn't even have time to let out a scream before it was vaporized by the intense heat at the center of the thunder.

The enormous tail screen, and the thousands of eerie eyeballs, burned like cheap plastic sheets in the lightning.

A blinding white light exploded in the forest, instantly turning mutated plants within a hundred-meter radius into charcoal.

You have defeated the Illusory Heart Peacock and gained 27899 experience points.

Outside the forest, Duan Fan and Zheng Chong were nearly knocked over by the violent tremor.

They looked up at the sky in horror, only to see that the rainbow light that had been covering the forest had been completely torn apart, and a pillar of lightning that pierced the heavens and the earth poured down like divine punishment. The thunder that came from the depths of the forest made their eardrums ache.

"What is that?!" Duan Fan gripped the tree trunk tightly, his monocle shattering under the strain of the energy fluctuations.

Zheng Chong swallowed hard, his face deathly pale: "Thunder—such terrifying thunder, it must be the Lion King! It's enraged!"

Song Lin slumped to the ground, staring blankly at the towering flames: "That kind of power—it's simply beyond human capabilities to contend with."

Old Gu's hands trembled slightly as he stated with certainty, "Even the Northern Storm at its peak couldn't withstand that kind of lightning for more than a second—has the Lion King, this beast, become this powerful?"

In their understanding, the only thing capable of causing such a celestial phenomenon is the absolute king who rules the zoo instance, the Lion King.

At the heart of the thunder, Yang Hui leaned on his charred scepter with one hand, slowly exhaling a breath of foul air mixed with the smell of blood amidst the flying peacock feathers and sparks.

He looked to his side and saw that the vines on Yan Yiming's body had turned to ashes.

Further away, in that fleeting flash of lightning, across the layers of ruins, the Lion King turned around for the first time and gave Yang Hui a deep look.

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