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Chapter 133 Eyes in the Dark

Under the manipulation of the Shadow of Suffocation.

Before long, the twisted corpses swarmed up to Erin.

As they drew closer, not only did they bring a visual shock to Erin, but the suffocating feeling that was subtly oppressive also became increasingly intense.

The air, devoid of oxygen, seemed to twist into a gigantic shadow, commanding the surging tide of corpses, as if to engulf Erin.

Just then, a silvery-white, gilded light surged from Erin's right arm, quickly condensing into a massive scepter filled with divine aura in front of Erin.

[Deterrence]

Almost the instant the scepter took shape.

A sacred aura instantly swept across the entire area.

Under the impact of this sacred aura, the already unstable and distorted enormous ghostly figure was instantly dispersed.

Even the surging tide of corpses paused for a moment.

Although the corpses quickly resumed moving their limbs and rushed towards Erin in a bizarre posture similar to Sadako crawling, their speed towards Erin slowed down by a factor of three.

"Bang!"

With the power of [Great Strength], Erin casually swung his enormous angelic scepter, made entirely of metal and as tall as himself, easily sending a nearby corpse, along with its shadow, flying away.

The immense power originating from the angel directly shattered the corpse's chest, while the divine power carried by the angel's scepter, along with its doubled damage against evil creatures, smashed the suffocating shadow that was controlling the corpse into pieces.

The suffocating shadow was permanently destroyed.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"······"

Wielding the angelic scepter that granted him immense power, Erin easily cleared a circle of corpses surrounding him.

However, none of this brought a smile to Erin's face.

The angel's scepter allowed Erin to easily deal with the corpses manipulated by the suffocating shadows, and even shatter those shadows.

But each time the angel's scepter is waved, it also quickly depletes the last remaining oxygen in Erin's body.

If a normal person holds their breath underwater, they can hold it for one to two minutes.

Some specially trained professionals can even last for ten or twenty minutes.

Under normal circumstances, even if Erin couldn't hold his breath for twenty minutes like those trained professionals, he believed he could still manage for ten or so minutes.

However, if holding one's breath is accompanied by intense fighting that rapidly depletes the body's oxygen, then Erin cannot be sure how long he can hold on.

Not to mention.

Every minute, every second, Erin could clearly feel the suffocating atmosphere in this safe apartment building growing stronger.

Gradually.

This feeling of suffocation is not just a simple matter of the body feeling unable to breathe.

An invisible and intangible force was constantly pressuring Erin's mental will, causing him to feel a sense of suffocation.

This invisible and intangible oppression was like throwing Erin into the deep sea.

While making it impossible for him to breathe, the powerful water pressure continued to squeeze out the last bit of oxygen in Erin's body, compressing his flesh and oppressing his mind.

"We can't delay any longer; we must find that suffocating shadow that's still in its nascent stage as soon as possible..."

As he smashed another suffocating shadow with his staff, Erin made a swift decision.

Following the faint threads emanating from above the heads of those suffocating shadows, Erin strode quickly toward the depths of the Peaceful Apartments.

I don't know if it was my own actions that stimulated the secondary forbidden substance that was about to take shape, or something else.

As he saw Erin walking straight toward his hiding place.

The twisted, suffocating shadows surrounding Erin seemed to have gone mad as if provoked, launching suicidal attacks on Erin.

Meanwhile, some of the corpses tumbled and crawled around Erin.

They blocked Erin's path forward.

Pale hands, reeking of decay, swung and reached out to grab at every part of Erin's body.

Holy Shield

In the next instant, a milky-white holy shield radiating divine light appeared around Erin, enveloping him from head to toe.

When those pale, foul-smelling hands struck the milky-white holy shield, it was like butter hitting a red-hot iron plate; they were directly scorched black by the holy power carried by the shield.

Some used too much force.

Even the rotten flesh on most of his palm was completely burned away by the Holy Shield.

Taking advantage of the Holy Shield's obstruction, Erin swung the Angel's Scepter and swept it across, clearing a passageway through the dense horde of corpses.

Following the passage that had been painstakingly cleared, Erin quickly ran deeper into the Peace Apartment complex.

And behind him.

A group of hideous corpses were waving their pale hands, reaching out to grab at Erin's back.

This scene seems to resemble a strangely styled oil painting.

Countless terrifying figures emerged from hell, seemingly brandishing ferocious claws, attempting to seize a figure radiating divine light and drag him down into the abyss.

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Realizing that time was of the essence, Erin didn't waste a single second and rushed straight into the depths of the Peace Apartment, to the fourth floor filled with densely packed threads.

Upon entering the fourth floor, the narrow corridor of Ping An Apartment was pitch black, with almost no light source.

Even the moonlight and lamplight outside the fourth-floor window seemed unable to penetrate the dark glass and shine a sliver of light into this deathly silent floor.

With the help of the Angel's Scepter, which emitted a faint white light, Erin's spiritual vision barely caught the dense, illusory shadows that were pouring into room 404 on this floor.

Room 404?

Seeing the slightly reflective house number, Erin was slightly taken aback.

This house number is really ominous.

In Erin's sight, a crack about half a finger's width had appeared at the door of room 404, which already exuded an ominous aura.

Through this half-finger-wide gap, Erin could clearly see that the threads manipulating the suffocating shadows were emerging from the gap at the doorway of this room.

Behind those threads, room 404 is even darker than the darkness in the corridor.

Just as Erin was peering through the crack into room 404, he was observing everything inside.

A pair of bloodshot, scarlet eyes suddenly appeared in the darkness of room 404.

(End of this chapter)