"Brother Chuan, that female ghost seems to be charging up a big move. Sister Fei and Sister Lan Xin and Jing Jing are in danger!" Zhang Hanshan quickly nudged Mo Chuan's arm, urging him.
Mo Chuan stared at the purple wine gourd, his head pounding.
At this level of combat, Mo Chuan couldn't intervene at all.
"There's no other way, Old Zhang, help me out."
"Brother Chuan, tell me."
"Activate Ming Wang Nu and punch me over there."
"??? Brother Chuan, stop joking! What are you trying to do? A low-health player flashing into the team to feed?"
"Use that walnut-sized brain of yours. Can your punch hurt me?" Kuaishuge
Zhang Hanshan suddenly realized the problem. He nodded and said, "Alright! Brother Chuan, tell me how to do it."
Mo Chuan glanced at the wine gourd that was still devouring humans and ghosts (because it was eating both, the speed of eating humans had slowed down), and said, "Hell Curse."
Before his words could even finish, that chilling and desolate aura emanated from Mo Chuan again. Mo Chuan's black hair began to grow longer and fluttered without wind; his coat transformed into a black trench coat with a faint green glow at the hem; his complexion turned pale, and his eyes emitted a captivating shimmer.
"Ding! Would you like to equip the skin [Thresh: Blood Moon]?"
Mo Chuan had almost forgotten he had skins. Thinking the system wouldn't harm him, he said, "Equip."
A purple ghostly aura, similar to Shuten-dōji's, radiated from Mo Chuan. Mo Chuan's transformation became even more drastic: his flowing black hair turned white; his black trench coat became a purple robe and black armor with golden lacquer, with red flames seeping outwards from the inside of the armor, covering Mo Chuan's neck; with a flash of purple flames, a red and white mask with an evil ghost drawn on it appeared on Mo Chuan's face. Mo Chuan's eyes flashed with an eerie red light through the mask's gaps, making it seem to outsiders as if he were constantly staring into their souls.
"Equip successful, host has obtained the exclusive passive skill of the skin [Blood Moon Sacrifice]: When you consume mana, you can convert 50% of the mana consumed into life drain over 5 seconds, and then this skill will deal magic damage equal to 20% of your lost health. The damage dealt by this will be converted into a shield in its entirety until the skill effect disappears."
"This..." Even Zhang Hanshan, who had activated Ming Wang Nu, began to tremble uncontrollably after seeing Mo Chuan's current appearance.
"Don't be afraid... just hit him," Mo Chuan summoned his hook and lantern, which had also turned red.
Hearing the lines, they knew it was Brother Chuan; hearing the voice, it was like a demon crawling out from the eighteenth level of hell. Zhang Hanshan swallowed and said somewhat tremblingly, "Brother Chuan, am I going in?"
"Hit him! Go all out! Otherwise, there's no time! Sister Lan Xin is about to be eaten!"
"Ming Wang Nu Huo! Da Li Jin Gang!" Stimulated by Mo Chuan, Zhang Hanshan unleashed his ultimate move directly at Mo Chuan. Mo Chuan flew out like a cannonball from the city wall, heading straight for Shuten-dōji.
...
Xin Lei watched as Shuten-dōji brazenly gathered power before him, his expression turning grim. He looked at Bing Huo, who was clutching his shoulder, and Yi Mu, who was slowly emerging from the divine tree's shield, and asked, "Can you still make a move?"
"Sixty percent of my strength," Bing Huo said, holding his shoulder.
"Thirty percent..." Yi Mu weakly supported the divine tree, clearly having expended a lot of energy on the life-saving ability just now.
"Alright... prepare..." Xin Lei was about to make a move with Bing Huo and Yi Mu when Shuten-dōji glared, and the terrifying aura directly suppressed Xin Lei and the others in place.
Under the immense pressure, only Xin Lei could still grit his teeth and stand. Bing Huo, however, had one leg kneeling on the ground, shattering it, while Yi Mu rolled his eyes and fainted.
"Hahahahahaha—you're all just like this~" Shuten-dōji laughed heartily.
Above, the wine gourd's devouring speed slightly increased.
Xin Lei stared with wide, red-rimmed eyes, filled with hatred! He hated that he could do nothing, only watch as the demon casually devoured the young soldiers, the blossoming schoolgirls, and the innocent civilians.
*Thump.*
Everyone froze at the sound.
Zhao Qingfeng was still in the posture of throwing, and his spear had already been hurled, hitting Shuten-dōji's leg before falling to the ground.
Looking at the red dot on her leg that felt like a mosquito bite, Shuten-dōji's expression instantly turned somber. She directly increased the pressure on Zhao Qingfeng, causing the sound of bones cracking from his body, and at the same time, blood gushed out.
Zhao Qingfeng collapsed onto the ground, his already bruised and swollen face gasping weakly.
"Bug." With a thought from Shuten-dōji, the spear lying on the ground flew towards Zhao Qingfeng, piercing his abdomen and pinning him to the wall.
"Ah!!—" Xin Lei's eyes welled up with tears. With a roar, he ignored Shuten-dōji's pressure, his muscles bulging again, silver-white lightning crackling.
He took a step forward, his heavy foot shattering the ground and kicking up dust.
One step.
Two steps.
Three steps.
Shuten-dōji was horrified to find that even when she maxed out the pressure on Xin Lei, she still couldn't stop his advance.
Xin Lei's skin had long since ruptured, and he was a bloody mess, yet he gritted his teeth and continued to approach Shuten-dōji.
"Bastard! Don't come any closer!" Shuten-dōji raised her hand, intending to unleash a ghost technique to attack Xin Lei.
"You're mine now."
A terrifying aura came from behind. Hearing this voice, which sounded like it came from hell, Shuten-dōji's alarm bells immediately rang. She abandoned attacking Xin Lei and turned around to get a clear look at the enemy behind her.
What she saw was a rapidly enlarging red and black hook.
*Clink!*
The hook directly snagged Shuten-dōji's shoulder armor. Although it didn't cause damage, under the immobilization effect of [Death Sentence], Shuten-dōji's ultimate move chant was interrupted.
"Waaah—" The wine gourd in the sky paused its devouring. The strong backlash caused Shuten-dōji to vomit a large mouthful of blood.
Mo Chuan (Blood Moon) directly knocked Shuten-dōji's body out of the formation. Looking at the ghostly creatures rushing towards him from behind in a beam of light, he sneered, "It's our turn. We still have so many flavors of torment to enjoy~"
Then Mo Chuan cast a shield on himself and tossed the soul lantern into the air.
"Witness true hell." Mo Chuan raised his right hand, "Netherworld Hell."