The intense gaze of the short male player made those he looked at instinctively step back. This reaction only fueled Hang Biao’s excitement.
He seemed to envision a future where he would reign supreme, his laughter echoing twice. His eyes scanned all the players, then he pointed at two equally burly male players. “As long as you two protect me from attacks, I’ll lead both of you until the end of this game. And, of course, I’ll teach you how to improve your mental strength.”
Initially taken aback, the two players displayed displeasure upon being pointed at by Hang Biao. However, upon hearing his final words, they hesitated. After a brief discussion, they surprisingly stood beside Hang Biao, seemingly ready to protect him.
Yet, these two were no fools. They made their intentions clear to Hang Biao: “If you attempt to devour either one of us mentally, the other will kill you.”
Hang Biao’s expression turned unpleasant, but before he could respond, Wan Mei stood up and left. This acted as a signal for the players previously intimidated by Hang Biao. They realized that if they killed their enemies before mental devouring, the devouring process would fail. Everyone relaxed a bit, but Hang Biao smirked.
His power wasn’t yet sufficient. He planned to settle scores with those who had looked down on him once he reached level four.
However, the journey ahead wasn’t peaceful.
Hang Biao’s mental devouring was akin to triggering a dreadful switch.
As Xis led the tribe and players like Mo Yang traversed fallen tree trunks and a swamp, one of the players protecting Hang Biao erupted in fury, “You want to devour me!”
With these words, he threw a punch at Hang Biao.
Caught off guard, Hang Biao took the blow and was sent flying into the swamp. The other player protecting him remained in shock, watching Hang Biao sinking.
“I didn’t attack you mentally! Are you out of your mind?! This is a setup! Someone else wanted to devour you and blamed it on me!” Hang Biao struggled in the swamp, his face pale, pleading to be pulled out. “Hurry! I can help you seek revenge! You can’t resist the devouring alone!”
“Why hesitate? When you hit me, did the one attacking your mental strength stop?!”
Finally, Hang Biao’s last words had an effect. The player who hit Hang Biao nearly confirmed that he hadn’t been attacked by Hang Biao. Yet, it was too late. As he tried to pull Hang Biao out, he suddenly felt severe head pain, almost collapsing on the swaying trunk. His teammates gasped, and the ground seemed to tremble with a barrage of meteorites.
Mo Yang’s expression darkened. He didn’t want to meddle in player affairs, but this covert and malicious plotting unsettled him. Moreover, if there was someone constantly attempting to silently devour or attack others, the journey wouldn’t remain peaceful.
It was hard to discern who among the panicked players was the true mental devourer, but to Mo Yang, it didn’t matter. Stopping them didn’t necessarily mean finding them.
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Realizing the situation, they quickened their pace, including Yu Weixing.
Yu Weixing’s current mood was more tense than the other players. Besides feeling nervous, he also experienced a hint of regret and fear. The mental attack he just endured was far more severe than what the other players faced. That was because he was entirely focused on trying to mentally devour the bodyguard protecting Hang Biao.
Yes, he was the one framing Hang Biao for his actions. Initially, he merely wanted to test if his mental strength could devour someone. Despite appearing sociable, he was slower in terms of health and basic stamina compared to others in leveling up. However, his mental strength started at eight points upon entering the game and had grown to nine points. Currently, he was a level two player in both mental strength and overall level. Although his level was lower, his mental strength was at eighteen.
This number surpassed the mental strength of some level three players. Yu Weixing was proud of this, but in the face of unrelenting fists, his pride meant nothing. He had always anticipated a mental strength competition, and now he felt the perfect opportunity had arrived. So, Yu Weixing began probing, and he was on the verge of success.
But just as he was about to successfully devour the male player, he was attacked.
Defenseless, Yu Weixing felt his brain ache in waves, like being pricked by needles. In this situation, he couldn’t continue devouring the player. Watching the male player join the group, extremely vigilant throughout, Yu Weixing restrained his expression. He’d have to find another opportunity.
Eventually, despite everyone’s efforts, Hang Biao was pulled out of the swamp, but he was dead. He didn’t die from falling into the swamp; instead, as they pulled him out with force, each tug reduced his health. By the time they pulled him out completely, his health had bottomed out.
Hang Biao’s expression at the moment of death was one of unwillingness and disbelief.
The players who pulled him out were bewildered. Finally, one player sighed, “It seems a balanced development is best.”
High combat strength but low mental strength led to easy devouring and death. Conversely, high mental strength but low health meant vulnerability to minor attacks, which was frustrating.
The other players nodded, then hurriedly ran forward again, especially as a massive meteorite descended.
The falling meteorites wreaked havoc, causing all living creatures on the ground to flee in panic. Their destination was the green light screen capable of resisting the meteorites. In the occasional crimson streaks across the night sky, that emerald glow seemed to be the only beacon, attracting everyone who saw it.
Mo Yang and the group had been running for an entire day and were now wearily resting in another underground shelter.
During their journey, they encountered many fleeing players. However, the number of players in this underground shelter had decreased instead of increasing, leaving only around thirty-five individuals.
Apart from two or three highly trusted individuals gathering together, the rest of the survivors had sharp gazes and cold, guarded expressions as they scrutinized everyone around them.
Jack’s golden hair had become slightly singed, but his eyes remained bright. At any disturbance in the shelter, he immediately turned his head. Despite the fatigue from such vigilance, he dared not relax.
Mo Yang massaged his temples.
He didn’t want to dwell on the events of the journey. Despite a profound understanding of human nature, facing its evil still left Mo Yang deeply disappointed —
Because of Xis’s guidance during their escape, they only needed to evade the meteorites. Everyone had become familiar with the speed and intensity of this flight, yet there were still individuals attempting to devour others. And not just one person. Mo Yang tried to intervene twice, but someone always acted, so he stopped bothering. Consequently, members of their group kept falling.
Due to various reasons like devouring, anger, and a desire for collective demise, the number of deceased players kept increasing until only these people remained.
Undoubtedly, those remaining were the “elites,” possessing high mental strength and health.
Mo Yang had experienced five mental devouring attacks during the escape. He fiercely retaliated each time, even successfully counter-devouring two individuals. Initially, players wouldn’t know who was attacking them mentally, but as the mental struggle persisted, they could sense their assailant.
Therefore, once Mo Yang identified his attacker, he didn’t hesitate to strike back. The two attackers he discovered never expected to be found, and when they died, they couldn’t even cry out. Mo Yang’s devouring speed was incredibly swift.
The other three who attacked him probed and then fled outright. Mo Yang couldn’t catch them, but their harassing attacks left him exhausted.
Suddenly, a pair of slightly cold hands pressed against his temples.
Mo Yang paused, then sighed and lay down. “Go ahead, give me a massage. I’m really tired.”
Wan Mei began a standard head massage, its soothing pressure making Mo Yang feel drowsy. At that moment, hidden in the corner, Yu Weixing glanced at Mo Yang with a mix of satisfaction and malice, concentrating his mental strength, which had already reached twenty, directly towards Mo Yang!
“Ah!!!”
Contrary to Yu Weixing’s imagined cry from Mo Yang, it was Yu Weixing himself who suddenly felt an intense pain, as if his entire brain had been pierced. He couldn’t even scream and just fell down, staring wide-eyed in terror.
Zheng Zhe, who had been wary of Yu Weixing in the other corner, was stunned! He stared in horror at the fallen Yu Weixing, then directly looked at Wan Mei, who was massaging Mo Yang’s head. Wan Mei’s actions were incredibly gentle toward Mo Yang, but the look in his eyes toward Zheng Zhe sent shivers down his spine.
Terrifying!
Just how powerful was this man’s mental strength?!
Mo Yang initially thought players wouldn’t withstand sudden mental attacks and would ultimately die. However, the reality proved he had underestimated human adaptability and survival instincts.
When they finally arrived at the edge of the enormous green barrier with Xis’s group the next evening, the mental state of the players following them had improved significantly. At this stage, almost every player had independently mastered the method of constructing a mental barrier. This allowed them to build a mental shield while resting, ensuring they wouldn’t be caught off guard by sudden attacks.
Naturally, Mo Yang had employed this strategy as well.
At this moment, Zhou Api quietly spoke beside Mo Yang and Wan Mei, “Oh my goodness! I can’t trust anyone around us right now. Although I’m not sure of their levels, there’s something different about their aura.”
Mo Yang glanced around and nodded.
Almost everyone who had arrived here had devoured others. It seemed like their ferocious nature had been unleashed.
Just as Mo Yang contemplated this, explosions and intense fighting erupted from the west. Everyone turned to look, and Xis gestured for his people to follow.
Before reaching the scene, Mo Yang spotted figures engaged in fierce combat. Two of the most prominent individuals were familiar to him.
“Captain Song and Qi Hong!” Zhou Api shouted, “Hang in there, I’ll help you guys!!”
Author’s Note –
Captain Song, Qi Hong: No, we really don’t need your help, especially not with your style and physique!
