I told you to plant peas, and you summon Mordekaiser?

Clown King Zombie gritted his teeth, roared, and forced out his remaining strength to charge at Monk Zombie.

With the dagger no longer in his hand, he used his hands and teeth to try to tear and strike, like a wild beast driven to the brink of despair.

However, the monk zombie merely snorted coldly, and with a single palm out, golden light from his palm surged into the body of the clown king zombie like a torrent.

The Clown King Zombie's body froze instantly. Golden light, like invisible blades, spread wildly along his meridians. His muscles twitched violently, and his face showed an expression of extreme pain.

"How is it?" The monk zombie's voice was deep and cold. "Taste the feeling of the Golden Lock being poured into your body."

The Clown King Zombie tried to resist, but his power was rapidly dissipating. His internal energy, like a venomous snake, was frantically destroying his meridians, tearing his bones and muscles apart inch by inch.

His movements became increasingly sluggish.

Finally, his knees buckled and he collapsed to the ground.

"Your meridians are all severed, you can't even stand up, yet you still dare to try to fight me?"

The zombie monk looked down at him coldly, without a trace of pity in his eyes.

He slowly raised his palm, his fingertips aimed at the Clown King Zombie's chest, and gently hooked it.

A chain slowly took shape between the two.

Countless tiny specks of light emanated from the Clown King Zombie's body, floating in the air like fireflies, only to be quickly absorbed into the palm of the Monk Zombie.

The Clown King's zombie face was contorted in agony, as if invisible claws were tearing his soul apart.

Those points of light were the life energy within his body, the power that once supported his fighting and his wild laughter, but now it was being drained away little by little.

The Clown King Zombie's body began to tremble violently. His fingers gripped the ground, trying to resist the merciless force, but it was like trying to grasp a handful of quicksand. He could only watch helplessly as he grew weaker and weaker.

His eyes gradually lost their luster.

...Why a dagger...?

...If it were a sickle...I would have a chance of winning...

This was the last thought in his mind.

From the moment he acquired the box, it transformed into his most suitable weapon each time.

Whether it's guns or swords, they are always the most suitable for the battle situation at the time.

But this time, the box turned into a short dagger.

A weapon that's better than nothing is useless against the fists and feet of the zombie monks. It has neither the advantage of length nor the ability to block the torrential attacks.

He laughed inwardly. Was this the box's revenge on him? Dr. Edgar, the AI ​​you put in was too monstrous, betraying me at this last moment.

They even said they could help me advance to the ninth rank... So, is this how I'll advance to the ninth rank? Become nourishment for someone else?

I never imagined I'd die such a pathetic death...

The golden light suddenly intensified, and the extraction process became even more violent.

The Clown King Zombie's body stopped trembling and became stiff as if it had lost its vitality, collapsing little by little like a sack that had been emptied of air.

"Thank you for your strength."

He looked down at the limp body of the Clown King Zombie and said in a low voice.

The golden light eventually dissipated, making the figure of the zombie monk stand out even more. He slowly withdrew his palm.

The Clown King Zombie's body was now like an empty shell, completely devoid of its former vitality.

Chen Yang and the other two just stared blankly at this scene.

Two eighth-tier beings perished simultaneously within a single day.

The change happened so suddenly that the three of them didn't even have time to react.

Everyone felt that the kneeling body was just an empty shell, and that the Clown King's soul had long since departed.

But at this moment, this body, which had lost all its energy, still trembled as it raised its head, its eyes still burning with desperate anger and resentment.

His voice was so hoarse it was almost inaudible: "You...I...will...kill..."

Before he could finish speaking, his body jolted violently.

The golden chains in the hands of the monk zombie condensed once more, draining the last of the clown zombie's power.

"Wouldn't it be better to die peacefully?"

At this point, the Clown King's body completely turned to ashes.

The figure kneeling by the lake still resembles a dried corpse, its original appearance unrecognizable.

The zombie monk kicked the corpse into the lake.

The icy lake water submerged the body.

There is only one outcome for welcoming this former eighth-tier being.

sink...

The zombie monk turned around, glanced at Chen Yang and the other two, enveloped in golden light, but his eyes reflected a blood-red hue.

Fortunately, it was only a glance before the monk zombie quickly left, devouring the power of the Clown King. He is now only one Titan Squash core away from the ninth rank.

Titan Squash's body is too enormous; he has not yet found the core of this Squash.

He only chose to kill the Clown King because he noticed that the Clown King had shown a weakness.

Chen Yang breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the zombie monk leave; the zombie monk didn't care about the three of them.

The fog grew thicker and thicker, and they could no longer see the gourd corpses and the monk zombies in the distance.

Chi Zigao was the first to speak, his voice still tinged with lingering fear: "This guy is too ruthless, he even turns on his own people..."

Huangfu Qinghe frowned: "Fortunately, he's not interested in us... and judging from the conversation between these two zombies, he's probably about to advance to the ninth rank."

"What will we do then? Will he come after us?" Chizi Gao asked anxiously.

Chen Yang was silent for a moment before slowly speaking: "Ninth rank... If he really breaks through, we're probably not even as good as ants in his eyes. Would you be so bored as to go and crush a few ants?"

Chizi Gao was speechless.

Chen Yang stared intently at the lake, which had returned to stillness, but another concern welled up in his mind.

He said in a deep voice, "We should think about our way out now. How can we leave this place?"

The air seemed to freeze for a moment, and all three felt an invisible pressure looming over them.

"That clown zombie is dead. We can only hope for your Mordekaiser, Chen Yang." Huangfu Qinghe's words carried a hint of helplessness.

According to the Clown King Zombie, the eighth rank is the only way to break through this world.

Therefore, their only hope lies with Mordekaiser, who is currently fighting in the cycle of despair.

Beneath the thick fog lay a cold wasteland and lakes.

Being trapped in this world is the worst possible outcome.

Chen Yang's backpack suddenly vibrated slightly.

He paused for a moment, then subconsciously turned around and reached out to unzip his jacket.

"what happened?"

His brows furrowed, and as soon as his hand touched the bag, a strange fluctuation came from inside, as if some living thing was struggling.

The next second, a streak of light shot out from the bag, piercing through the oppressive fog and flying straight toward the lake.

"Holy crap! What just flew out?"

Chizi Gao was startled by the sudden strange phenomenon.

Chen Yang's hand was still on his backpack, his face full of confusion.

what's the situation?

He couldn't even see clearly what had just flown out.

Chen Yang opened the bag and looked down to examine the inside.

Cards, food, supplies... everything seems to still be there.

But when he was counting the cards, he suddenly stopped.

His hand trembled slightly, and his eyes were fixed on the remaining cards in his hand, counting them over and over again.

"Blood Harbor Ghost..."

Chen Yang's voice was so low it was almost inaudible, as if something was blocking his throat.

"What ghostly figure?"

Chizi Gao glared at him, "What the hell is in your backpack?"

"One card is missing."

Chen Yang raised his head, his voice tinged with uncertainty and a hint of unease, "What flew out was 'Blood Harbor Ghost Shadow'."

"Blood Harbor Ghost Shadow?"

Huangfu Qinghe's expression changed slightly, as if he had thought of something. "Chen Yang, are you sure you didn't see it wrong?"

Chen Yang did not answer, but frowned deeply, his gaze following the long-vanished streak of light, as if trying to see through the thick fog to the depths of the lake.

The fog grew thicker.

Faint whispers could be heard.

......

......

"I was born where monsters died..."

"I died where the monster was born."