Having the genes of a demon king, I never intended to be a kept man.

Human imagination is extremely susceptible to external influences.

The last thing you hear, especially if someone repeatedly emphasizes it to you, will inevitably influence your subsequent associations.

Many magic tricks involving psychological suggestion utilize this principle.

The one-eyed man finally exhausted his strength, staggered, and almost fell to the ground.

A dark mass of Yin-type terracotta warriors, each wielding a long halberd, surrounded him.

Above the sky, the roar of the Azure Dragon of Extreme Yin continued to echo from the blood-red clouds and mist.

Wisps of black mist swirled around the one-eyed dragon, seemingly waiting to feed.

One-Eyed Dragon cursed under his breath.

"Zheng!"

He drew his katana, preparing for a final, desperate fight.

But before he could even make a move, a long halberd pierced through his body from behind, instantly penetrating him! It went in from behind and came out from his chest!

The one-eyed man stared wide-eyed down at his clothes, which were stained with blood.

Then, at that moment, the extremely Yin terracotta warriors from all directions simultaneously thrust out their long spears.

“Puff, puff, puff—”

The one-eyed man knelt on the ground, lying in a pool of blood. His body was completely riddled with thorns, and he was as dead as could be.

Wisps of black energy coiled up and entered his corpse.

......

The battlefield on the other side.

Muramasa slowly sheathed his katana back into the scabbard at his waist.

The boy's gloomy face remained expressionless.

Within a radius of several hundred square meters, the ground was almost entirely covered with the corpses of terrifying, dead tree spirits.

The corpses of these tree spirits quickly turned into a pool of black water, eventually dissipating into black mist and disappearing into the air.

The Lei Xuan clan members watched this scene with complicated expressions.

I never expected this young man from the Sun Wheel Clan to be so incredibly strong...

The vampire next to him also looked rather grim.

When did the Sun Wheel Clan become so powerful?

In this way, even if they manage to reach the ninth level of the underground palace,

Can they really win against this young man?

"Hey hey hey..."

The orc Am looked at Muramasa and grinned like a madman: "Your strength is pretty good."

The village chief remained expressionless, slowly raising two fingers: "Soul Skill—Mind Control!"

"!!"

Both the vampires and the Lei Xuan clan stared wide-eyed.

Their bodies were no longer under their control...

Muramasa turned to look at the orc Am.

This orc, who looked like he was mentally ill, was not actually controlled by his mind control technique.

“Now you’re the only one left,” Muramasa said coldly.

"Hehe..." The orc Am continued to chuckle foolishly: "Your abilities are useless against me."

Muramasa narrowed his eyes.

This was indeed the first time his mind-controlling technique had failed.

“In that case, I have no choice but to kill you.” Muramasa said, drawing his katana once more.

"Hehehe, come on, little kid." The orc Am pulled out a delicate scalpel from his white coat.

"Soul Skill - Sun Wheel Slash!"

Muramasa took a step forward and slashed forward with incredible speed.

"Boom!"

However, just as his attack was about to strike his opponent, the orc Am suddenly threw a green potion-like object on the ground, followed by a burst of green explosive fire and mist!

"Cough cough... cough cough cough..."

The middle-aged samurai coughed several times, raising his hand to shield himself from the green poisonous gas in front of him.

When the poisonous fog dissipated, the orc Am had already disappeared.

"That orc ran away?" The middle-aged warrior frowned. "That guy's a bit strange..."

Muramasa sheathed his katana, his face expressionless: "Let him go. Our goal is the Azure Dragon's skeleton. We don't have time to get entangled with him any longer."

The middle-aged warrior nodded and asked, "But sir, how exactly do we get through this level? Monsters will definitely keep spawning. That Jiang Xiaoming is clearly plotting against us, making us all lure the monsters for him! I think he must have another way to get through here!"

“I can probably figure out his method.” Muramasa said, downloading two potions from his system inventory and tossing one to the middle-aged samurai.

"Inject it."

"Yes."

The middle-aged samurai didn't ask what it was and injected the medicine into his vein.

[System notification: You have successfully injected the "High-Intensity Brain Control Agent." The drug will take effect in ten seconds.]

[System Notification: Brain Control +380%, Concentration +240%, Calmness +45, Anxiety -51, Illusion Resistance +150%, SAN Value +3400...]

Muramasa himself also injected the drug and then said, "This is a brain control agent specially made by the gene company. It can reduce the degree to which our brains are affected by the spiritual power of the Extreme Yin Azure Dragon in a short period of time."

The middle-aged samurai nodded: "Understood, then we... Ah!!!!"

Before he could finish speaking, a blood-soaked longsword pierced through his chest!

Muramasa's pupils contracted.

Behind the middle-aged samurai stood a man wearing a one-eyed eyepatch.

“One-eyed dragon? You…” The middle-aged samurai could not finish his second sentence.

The one-eyed samurai drew his katana, and blood splattered everywhere like a burst faucet. The middle-aged samurai's body slowly collapsed.

At this moment, the one-eyed dragon was no longer his original appearance. Apart from the black eye patch on his face, his appearance had completely lost his original features. His face had almost become a devil's appearance. His chin, arms, and fingers had become very long, and four sharp horns had grown from his forehead. His long white hair was draped down to his waist, and his clothing had become the same standard armor as those extremely Yin Qin soldiers. His body was surrounded by a black extremely Yin aura.

"Village!!...Masam!!..."

The one-eyed man uttered his name with a ferocious expression.

Muramasa stared at him coldly, showing no expression even as the middle-aged samurai died before his eyes.

He sensed a trace of death emanating from the one-eyed man.

This guy should be dead by now.

It seems that this illusion of the Azure Dragon of Extreme Yin not only makes the fantasies of the living concrete, but also amplifies the consciousness of the dead.

Muramasa narrowed his eyes, recalling how Yoru had previously sown discord between the one-eyed dragon.

"I see."

Muramasa snorted coldly.