Mo Chuan quickened his pace, rushing to Mo Fei's ward. In a moment, he reached the end of the corridor.
He saw the ward door ajar from a distance, his expression darkening—Mo Fei's ward should only have Mo Fei in it. If the door was ajar, it meant no one was inside to protect Mo Fei.
Damn it!
Not many situations could cause a place like the Army Hospital to enter a state of Level One alert. At the very least, it would be a demon beast invasion or a criminal intrusion. But in either case, how could the unconscious Mo Fei possibly resist?
Mo Chuan rushed into the ward, only to find an empty room with closed windows.
Where was she?
Mo Chuan was consumed by anxiety. He dropped his belongings and immediately rushed outside, activating [Hell Curse] and [Demon Phantom] in an attempt to find Mo Fei's soul trace.
At this moment, Mo Chuan deeply regretted his trip to the Ghost Market. If anything happened to Mo Fei, he would regret it for the rest of his life!
But just as Mo Chuan reached the staircase, he sensed something was wrong.
Around the corner beyond the door in front of him, there seemed to be someone wandering aimlessly.
At this speed and time, people wandering around were likely either exceptionally foolish, had psychological issues, or intended to commit suicide. However, this hospital did not seem to have such people.
Therefore, this "person" was most likely the culprit that caused the hospital to enter a Level One alert.
Damn it, this kid caused me to not even be able to find Mo Fei. Strike first, suffer later. I'll deal with this kid and ask him about Mo Fei's whereabouts!
With that thought, Mo Chuan's mind clouded by anger, a shadow flashed in his eyes. He concealed his aura and waited for the target to enter his attack range.
Soon, Mo Chuan, fully focused, keenly noticed that a portion of the corridor in front of him seemed to have darkened slightly, and the darkened area was slowly moving. However, it seemed to have not noticed the camouflaged Mo Chuan.
Seeing the target gradually moving towards Mo Fei's ward, Mo Chuan did not hesitate. He swung his grapple hook, and a soul-piercing hook flew towards the blurry shadow.
The other party clearly did not react immediately, but at the critical moment, relying on muscle memory, they executed an extreme dodge, narrowly making the hook, which should have hit her left chest, pass under her armpit.
Upon hearing the sound of the chain, Mo Fei, whose nerves were tense, forgot to even use her phasing skill. Relying purely on her body's movement, she evaded the sneak attack.
After dodging this predicted hook, Mo Fei's scarlet eyes, filled with manic energy, quickly scanned her surroundings. She immediately spotted Mo Chuan, who was slowly materializing with a purple glow against the wall opposite her.
However, in Mo Fei's eyes, Mo Chuan, whom she was so familiar with, appeared as a ferocious demon with a chain in its hand and a fearsome visage in his [Hell Curse] form.
Although this was the first monster with a face Mo Fei had seen so far, the opponent was clearly not a benevolent being.
But... why did this demon not look fierce and terrifying, but rather somewhat... familiar?
However, Mo Fei could no longer think about these things. The demon began to retract the flying chain and swung its meteor hammer for a second round of attack.
Mo Chuan, looking at the esper before him, couldn't help but frown.
Judging by the dense demonic energy radiating from her, the opponent was undoubtedly a demonic cultivator. However, the dark, lacquered longsword in her hand and her strange movement style gave him a strange feeling.
A... familiar feeling?
Mo Chuan shook his head, retracting his grapple hook with his right hand while swinging his lantern with his left, preparing to defend against the opponent's sudden attack.
Thus, Mo Chuan, armed with his chain, stood ready and guarded Mo Fei closely. Mo Fei, holding her sword, waited for an opportunity, searching for Mo Chuan's weakness. The two remained in a stalemate amidst the oppressive atmosphere.
"At this distance... using [Mental Pollution], [Night Slash], and [Judgment Pendulum] all have the possibility of being dodged by the opponent. And if I try to close the distance through a ploy, there isn't a good method."
"Although my armor is incredibly high, demonic cultivators have always focused on magical damage. Recklessly trading blows would easily lead to defeat by their other strange abilities."
"In that case, I can only try to use the shield from [Soul Guiding Lamp] to block the opponent's first attack, then, when they get close, use a combo of [Mental Pollution] and [Night Slash] to control the target, followed by the [Judgment Pendulum] aeq triple combo to deal full damage."
For Mo Chuan, whose spell power had already surpassed 2000, if this combo couldn't take down the opponent, he could only give up and use his ultimate skill.
While Mo Chuan was contemplating, Mo Fei, under immense mental pressure and extreme tension, lost her patience for confronting Mo Chuan. Seeing that the opponent did not seem inclined to attack first, she abandoned her tactical thinking and assessment of the enemy, and directly adjusted her hat and transformed into a shadow, charging towards him.
Mo Fei had fallen into extreme madness and anxiety because her eyes had only seen various faceless monsters and the demon in front of her; her ears could only hear creepily melodic children's songs and the scattered noises of children playing; her nose always smelled the scent of disinfectant, but Mo Fei had always been afraid of hospitals because her brother had told her that their parents had died in the hospital after failed resuscitation efforts; her mind was always flooded with the flashing cold light of mouths revealing "teeth" and "tongues" that opened and closed; her mouth felt a faint metallic and腥 taste due to the lack of moisture; her body, with demonic energy flowing alongside spiritual power, felt a burning, stinging sensation transmitted to her limbs and extremities by her spiritual meridians.
The six senses are impure, thus the eyes cannot see, the ears cannot hear, the nose cannot smell; the tongue cannot taste; the mind cannot be clear; the body cannot be at ease.
Although Mo Fei's rapid attack was indeed swift, Mo Chuan, who was already prepared, immediately activated his shield without a word, enduring Mo Fei's assault.
"What..." Mo Fei's face was filled with disbelief, but seeing the hook blade flashing with black light already attacking, she had no strength to resist and could only twist her waist in mid-air with all her might to dodge the blow.
But Mo Fei's eyes met Mo Chuan's.
A flash of dark red light pulsed, and an even more terrifying sensation spread throughout Mo Fei's body. She could no longer hold on and finally let out a wail before passing out.
Mo Chuan looked at Mo Fei, who had collapsed softly onto the ground, and walked before her with a cold expression. He locked her with his chain and then flung her hat open.
"What the?!"