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Chen Ye did not turn around.

His sprint trajectory changed from a straight line to an arc, circling around to the side of the fused body.

The pale golden aura of the cannonball burned to its extreme on his fist.

Then he jumped up.

The explosive power from his legs, generated by the ten points of strength, propelled his body like a rocket, launching him nearly two meters off the ground.

His target was the area on the surface of the fused body where human faces were densely packed.

The face was embedded in the lower right side of the fused body, its expression distorted, its mouth wide open, as if it were screaming.

Chen Ye slammed his right fist down.

The heavy cannon shot struck the man squarely between the eyebrows.

"Click—click—click!"

Three crisp sounds.

The face that was hit head-on by him shattered instantly, and two nearby faces were also shattered by the immense force.

The three faces shattered into dozens of pieces, like porcelain being struck by a hammer, peeling off the surface of the fused body to reveal the underlying tissue that resembled muscle fibers.

As the face shattered, three basketball-sized chunks of flesh fell from the fused body.

[Defeat the Masked Demon, score +20]

[Defeat the Masked Demon, score +20]

[Defeat the Masked Demon, score +20]

The system notification flashed by.

Chen Ye understood that as long as all these faces were destroyed, the fusion entity should disintegrate on its own.

Just as he was about to continue smashing these faces, the fused body suddenly trembled.

It seemed enraged, and the expressions on the faces on its body became even more distorted.

The crying face cried even harder.

The smiling face laughed even more wildly.

The screaming face was even louder.

The voices in my mind suddenly intensified.

"It hurts! It hurts so much!"

"Don't hit me! Don't hit me!"

"Who are you? Who are you? Who are you?"

The sounds overlapped, like hundreds of people screaming in Chen Ye's head at the same time.

His temples felt like they were being pierced by two red-hot iron rods, the pain making his vision go black.

Chen Ye gritted his teeth and retreated rapidly, putting distance between himself and the fused entity.

"Slap those people in the face! That's their weakness, this thing can kill them!"

His voice boomed from the center of the square, piercing through the noise in people's minds and reaching the ears of everyone still standing.

Zhao Hai was the first to react.

He burst out from the right side of the plaza, his entire right arm covered in a silvery-gray metallic sheen. He aimed at a crying face slightly above the front of the fusion body, pulled his right fist back, rotated his waist and hips, and put all his strength into this punch.

A fist with three times the force slammed into the mouth of that human face.

"Click—!"

The same crisp sound.

The face shattered, and another chunk of flesh broke off from the fused body, crashing to the ground.

Zhao Hai took two steps back and shook the crumbs off his fist.

Jiang Ning also moved.

The crimson figure drew an arc in the night, heading straight from the east side of the square towards the side of the fusion structure.

The roar of the Emperor Engine echoed to its peak within his body as the dagger sliced ​​across the surface of the fused body at a screaming human face.

The blade sliced ​​across the man's forehead, splitting his face in two from top to bottom.

The shattered human face peeled off the surface of the fused body, and a chunk of flesh fell off.

But Jiang Ning has more than one goal.

His blade didn't pause after slicing through the first face; using the reaction force of the cut, it changed direction in mid-air, the dagger rising from below and piercing the brow of another face next to it.

He twisted his wrist, and the dagger stirred inside the face.

The face was shattered.

The second piece of meat fell off.

The two attacks were less than a second apart, so fast that the naked eye could hardly keep up.

When Jiang Ning landed, the two lumps of flesh were already twitching on the ground.

The fused body began to tremble violently.

The faces on its body opened their mouths almost simultaneously.

The voices in my mind went from dozens to hundreds, from noisy to deafening, from chaotic to a unified shriek.

An invisible shockwave spread outwards in all directions from the fused entity.

The sound wasn't loud, but it was extremely penetrating, like ultrasound, or some kind of energy pulse beyond the range of human hearing.

Chen Ye felt as if his head had been blown open from the inside.

His vision blurred violently, and the world spun around him.

The eardrum is vibrating, but you are not hearing a sound. It is a kind of physical resonance, and the entire skull is vibrating in accordance with that frequency.

He knelt on one knee.

He braced himself with one hand on the ground, his fingertips wedged into the cracks in the gravel, trying to keep himself from falling.

Zhao Hai also knelt down.

His metallic skin was still intact, but his fists were on the ground, and his arms were trembling.

Wang Shuo and Li Zheng are in even worse situations.

The two squatted on the ground, their hands covering their heads, emitting muffled groans.

Qin Zhaoyang huddled beside the statue's base, the Gale Crossbow lying on the ground. He covered his ears with his hands, but the sound wasn't coming in through his ears, so covering his ears was useless.

His face turned bright red, the veins on his temples bulged, and he curled up into a ball.

Zhou Yating knelt beside Qin Zhaoyang, her face as white as paper, her forehead covered in cold sweat, her lips bitten until they bled, and drops of blood dripped down her chin.

Xia Yan helped Wang Ze up, and the two of them knelt on one knee.

Wang Ze's longsword was still stuck in the ground, but the blade had begun to sway, and the gravitational field controlling the aggregate was on the verge of collapsing.

Jian Lan and several others had completely collapsed to the ground.

Some were curled up, some were sprawled out, some were still convulsing, and some were already motionless.

Some of those who had been mentally overwhelmed were now bleeding from all seven orifices.

Just then, Gu Qinghuan's three silver-white throwing knives drew three arcs in the night sky, accurately piercing the three faces on the fused body.

After the throwing knife pierced the face, it spun in place at an extremely high frequency, like three small meat grinders, shredding the three pieces of the face into dust.

Three more chunks of meat fell down.

The fused body shuddered violently.

After the face shattered, its size seemed to shrink, and the expressions of the remaining faces became even more distorted.

"Keep hitting it! Before it recovers!"

Chen Ye pushed himself up from the ground, drank a strength potion, and fully restored his strength.

He raised his head, his gaze fixed on the still-distorting human faces on the surface of the fused body.

Zhao Hai stood to his right, and their metal fists collided.

Jiang Ning stood on the left, and the roar of the Emperor's engine returned to normal.

Wang Ze stood up from the ground.

His face was still as white as paper. He gripped the hilt of the long sword with both hands and slowly pressed the sword down. With each step the sword went down, the gravity field controlling the fusion body increased.

Until the fused body was fixed in place by the gravitational field, the entire mountain of flesh collapsed downwards by nearly ten centimeters, and a huge crater was pressed into the ground.

"I can only hold on for three minutes!"

Wang Ze's voice was squeezed out through clenched teeth.

Blood began to seep from his seven orifices, and veins bulged on his forehead.

Xia Yan stood behind him, her hands on Wang Ze's shoulders.

That's enough.

Chen Ye only said two words.

He charged toward the fused body. Pulling his right fist back, the Thousand-Pound Cannon was unleashed again, draining 20 points of his energy, and a pale golden halo burned on his fist.

Zhao Hai flanked from the other side.

Jiang Ning approached from the front.

Gu Qinghuan's throwing knife drew three silver-white arcs in the air.

Four attacks, from four directions, simultaneously struck the distorted human faces on the surface of the fused body.