Keyboard Warrior's Otherworldly Adventure

Old Wang grabbed Xiao Mei, who was about to rush out, and whispered, "Calm down! What's the point of rushing out like this if you're just throwing your life away?"

Although Xiaomei was anxious, she knew that Lao Wang was right. She bit her lip, her eyes reddening, but she stopped in her tracks. Xiaobai squirmed restlessly in her arms, whimpering softly, seemingly worried about Li Jin's safety as well.

Zhang Hao's face was deathly pale, and his legs trembled uncontrollably. He shakily pulled out his phone, took a picture of the scene before him, and then quickly turned it off, as if afraid of disturbing the men in black. "This...this is too exciting..." he muttered to himself, his voice barely audible.

"Exciting my ass!" Old Wang muttered. "Is this the time to worry about excitement? Thinking about how to get out of here is the real issue!"

The masked man let out a low, cold laugh, a voice that seemed to emanate from the depths of hell. "What? Have you all fallen silent? Are you afraid?" He slowly paced to Li Jin's side and nudged him with his toe. "This… is the person you've been looking for? Tsk tsk, what a pity, such a fine sacrifice, about to be swallowed by darkness…"

"A sacrifice?!" Upon hearing this, Xiao Mei could no longer contain herself. She shoved Lao Wang aside and shouted at the masked man, "What are you doing?! Let Li Jin go!"

The masked man seemed pleased with Xiaomei's reaction. He threw his head back and laughed, a sharp, piercing laugh that sent chills down everyone's spine. "What are we doing? We're offering ourselves as sacrifices to the great God of Darkness, of course! With his power, we can rule the entire world!"

"You're dreaming!" Old Wang roared, drawing his short sword from his waist and assuming a defensive stance. "If you want to hurt Li Jin, you'll have to get past me first!"

Zhang Hao, trembling, pulled a folding Swiss Army knife from his backpack to bolster his courage. "Li Jin... please don't die... I'm counting on you to take me back to Earth..."

The masked man seemed to disregard Lao Wang and Zhang Hao completely. He waved his hand, and the men in black around him immediately swarmed forward, surrounding the three of them and their pet.

The battle is about to break out.

Old Wang, as expected of an experienced adventurer, remained agile despite his advanced age. The short knife in his hand danced like a serpent, each swing carrying a sharp gust of wind, forcing back several men in black.

Zhang Hao looked rather disheveled. His small Swiss Army knife was practically a toy in front of these well-trained men in black. He could only dodge left and right, looking utterly pathetic.

Xiao Mei clung tightly to Xiao Bai, hiding behind Lao Wang, occasionally letting out a gasp. Xiao Bai squirmed restlessly in her arms, letting out low growls, seemingly wanting to join the fight as well.

Just as Old Wang was gradually losing his strength and was about to give up, a strange change occurred!

Li Jin, who was unconscious, suddenly let out a low groan. Then, a dazzling white light burst from his body, blasting away the men in black around him.

As the white light faded, Li Jin slowly opened his eyes, a strange red glow flickering within them. He slowly stood up; his clothes were already tattered, revealing his well-developed muscles.

"Where...where am I?" Li Jin's voice was hoarse and deep, like that of an ancient demon.

The masked man's expression changed drastically upon seeing this. "What's going on?! He... how did he wake up?!"

Li Jin's gaze swept over the men in black around him, a strange smile playing on his lips. "Are you... holding some kind of ceremony? It looks... quite interesting..."

Before he could finish speaking, his figure vanished from the spot. The next moment, he appeared in front of a man in black, a black longsword that had appeared in his hand at some unknown time, its blade gleaming with a cold light.

"Ah!" The man in black screamed in agony, but before he could react, Li Jin cleaved him in two with a single sword strike.

Blood gushed out, staining the ground red.

Li Jin moved with lightning speed, weaving freely through the crowd of men in black. Every swing of his sword took a life.

The masked man watched in horror, realizing that he seemed to have... awakened something terrible...

Li Jin was like a killing machine, ruthlessly reaping the lives of the men in black. His eyes were cold and merciless, as if devoid of any emotion.

Old Wang, Zhang Hao, and Xiao Mei were all stunned. They had never seen Li Jin like this before, so powerful, so… terrifying.

"Li Jin...are you...are you alright?" Xiao Mei asked cautiously, her voice trembling slightly.

Li Jin slowly turned his head, his gaze falling on Xiao Mei. His eyes flashed with a red light, like a wild beast.

He spoke slowly, his voice hoarse and low: "I... am fine... I've never been this fine..."

Then, he licked his lips, a bloodthirsty smile spreading across his face: "Next... it's your turn..."