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"spread!"

Wang Ze's voice boomed across the square.

Ignoring the blood at the corner of his mouth, he grabbed Xia Yan's arm with his left hand and pulled her sharply to the west.

The two people dodged away from the front of the fused entity, barely avoiding the crushing path of the flesh-colored hill.

The fused body rolled over the spot where they had just stood, crushing the granite tiles and sending debris flying.

A deep trail of blood and flesh was left on the ground, like the slime left by a giant slug that had crawled across it.

"Spread out to either side! Don't gather together!"

Chen Ye's voice followed Wang Ze's words.

Zhao Hai went to the right, followed by Wang Shuo and Li Zheng.

Qin Zhaoyang turned left, and Zhou Yating grabbed his arm and ran towards the base of the statue.

Chen Ye did not side with either of them.

He took a dozen steps back to a lamppost at the edge of the square, holding the cleaver horizontally in front of him, his eyes fixed on the fleshy hill that was turning.

The fusion stopped.

Its massive body crouched in the north-central part of the square, obscuring half of it.

The orange light of the streetlamp shone through from behind it, casting a huge, distorted shadow on the ground.

On its body surface, the human faces embedded in the skin are still moving.

Eyes are blinking, lips are moving, some faces are crying, some are laughing, and some are expressionless.

Then, all those faces opened their mouths at the same time.

It wasn't the silent scream from before.

Chen Ye could hear those sounds clearly.

It was as if dozens of people were speaking in his mind at the same time, their voices overlapping, as noisy as a market, yet terrifyingly clear.

"It hurts...it hurts so much..."

"Help me... Someone please help me..."

"I don't want to die... I don't want to become like this..."

The voice was filled with sobs, screams, murmurs, and roars—a mixture of extreme emotions.

Chen Ye felt as if someone had hit his head with a hammer.

It doesn't hurt.

It's a more terrifying kind of chaos.

His thoughts began to become unclear, his consciousness seemed to be stirred by something, and every time those faces opened their mouths, another layer of noise would be added to his mind.

My vision started to blur.

He saw a hallucination appear in front of him.

He saw the dormitory in Yuncheng, the playground outside the window, the crowd queuing in the cafeteria, and his parents' faces.

It felt so real, it didn't seem like an illusion.

Chen Ye bit his tongue hard.

The taste of blood exploded in his mouth, and pain pierced the noise in his mind like a needle.

The illusion shattered.

The dormitory in Yuncheng disappeared, the canteen disappeared, and even the faces of the parents disappeared.

Before me was that square again, illuminated by streetlights, that flesh-colored hill, and those faces.

"Keep your mind focused! Those are illusions!"

Chen Ye's voice was hoarse.

In the square, some people have already collapsed.

It wasn't the monsters that injured him; it was the voices in his mind that shattered his mental defenses.

A boy crouched on the ground with his hands covering his head, letting out a wild howl.

His eyes were bloodshot, his pupils were dilated, and white foam was seeping from the corners of his mouth.

A girl was kneeling on the ground, her hands supporting her weight, her forehead pressed against the gravel, her shoulders heaving violently, as if she were enduring some kind of intense pain.

She kept repeating the same phrase: "It's not true...it's not true...it's not true..."

Many more people are struggling.

Some people crouched down holding their heads, some knelt on the ground retching, and some started pacing around in circles.

Of the team of fewer than thirty people, at least half lost their ability to fight after this wave of mental shock.

Wang Ze's face was as white as paper. The mental shock just now had already made his head explode, and now he was hit head-on by this wave of mental shock, making him sway and stagger.

Xia Yan supported him with one hand and held a dagger in the other.

Her expression remained relatively calm, but her lips were trembling slightly.

Jiang Ning's Emperor Engine was still roaring, and a deep red halo enveloped his body.

His brows were furrowed, and the veins on his temples bulged, but he did not squat down, kneel down, or even take a step back.

Jian Lan and the other three team members were in much worse condition.

Jian Lan crouched on the ground, her hands covering her head, the long knife lying at her feet, and she let out suppressed sobs.

Two of the other three collapsed to the ground, their eyes glazed over, while the other knelt on the ground, dry heaving.

Gu Qinghuan stood at the very edge of the square, the furthest from the fused entity, but the mental impact was indiscriminate.

Her face was paler than usual, and her lips were tightly pressed together, but her eyes were clear.

Three silver-white throwing knives continued to slowly rotate beside her.

The fused entity moved again.

Its body began to writhe, and fleshy folds surged forward like waves, the entire mountain of flesh crushing toward the center of the square.

The ground trembled beneath it, gravel was pressed into the soil, and the sound of paving stones cracking filled the air.

It's faster than before.

It was targeting the area in the square where those who had lost their ability to fight had gathered.

"Stop it!"

Wang Ze's voice came from the west side.

He pushed Xia Yan's hand away, gripped the hilt of the long sword with both hands, and swung it down fiercely at the writhing fusion body.

An invisible force field enveloped the massive body of the fusion entity, causing the forward speed of the flesh-colored hill to decrease by a third.

But it didn't stop.

The facial expressions on its body surface became even more distorted, as if it were enduring immense pain.

The lips of some faces moved even faster, and the voices in their minds became more frequent and sharper.

Another trickle of blood oozed from the corner of Wang Ze's mouth.

"What are you waiting for? Attack it!"

As Chen Ye's voice boomed across the square, his body had already moved.

He stomped his legs hard on the ground, shattering the floor tiles beneath his feet, and charged towards the fused body like a cannonball.

His speed was already approaching its limit.

The fusion was so large that there was no need to aim or move around; he didn't even need to worry about missing.

So he chose the most direct approach: a head-on assault.

Pull your right fist back, rotate your waist and hips, and unleash a powerful cannon.

The 20 points of stamina were instantly drained, and a faint golden halo appeared on the surface of the fist, resembling a golden flame compressed to its extreme in the night.

The fusion entity also noticed him; among the faces embedded on its body, one face turned toward Chen Ye.

The face opened its mouth.

No sound.

But Chen Ye sensed it.

An invisible shockwave shot out from the mouth of that face, heading straight for his face.

Chen Ye's body suddenly leaned to the right during the high-speed sprint. He pushed off the ground with his right foot, changing the direction of his sprint from a frontal attack to a side maneuver.

The shockwave grazed his left shoulder and struck the ground behind him.

"boom--!"

A hole one meter in diameter was blasted into the granite floor tiles, sending debris flying and dust billowing everywhere.