Chapter 739: This Time, Is This Strong Enough!

For Number Two, killing people or not wasn't really all that important.

What mattered most was savoring the process, adding as much excitement as possible to its endless existence.

It craved seeing the different sides of humanity, craved seeing humans who were unlike the rest.

As for whether these humans might turn the tables...

That concept simply didn't exist for it.

It was immortal. Even if these humans killed it ten thousand times over, it would still revive when the flowers bloomed again in spring.

If someone truly could kill it, Number Two would thank them from the bottom of its heart.

Endless life — for some, it might be the dream of a lifetime.

But for certain beings, it was the most vicious curse in the world.

If Number Two had sufficient understanding of human civilization, it would know that in humanity's internet culture, there was a saying: "Villains die from talking too much!"

Yet somehow, Number Two felt as though something had taken root in its heart.

Something it didn't quite understand.

As if something bad was about to happen.

Wu Zehui, standing ramrod straight, noticed something was different about himself too. At some point, a layer of black gas had formed on the surface of his body.

In the blink of an eye, that black gas grew denser and denser.

And it wasn't just him.

Beside him, Chen Hao seemed to have a layer of black aura clinging to her as well.

That crazy woman Jiang Rou was the same.

The black aura grew thicker, as viscous as ink that refused to dissolve.

It wasn't just the three of them.

There was also Hou Junji, and that pale-skinned young nobleman.

They too were covered in copious amounts of that inky substance.

This ink seemed to be pulled by some unseen force, drifting steadily in a single direction.

Wu Zehui lifted his head with great difficulty, following the direction the black ink was flowing.

It was that one-eyed guy!

He... he... was absorbing this ink-like substance!

Blood Moon Lord Sequence 4, sequence name: Fear.

This sequence name, tinged with a hint of Fate, was the designation of Sequence 4.

It was also the innate ability of the Blood Moon Lord at Sequence 4.

That substance resembling black ink was the very source of Fear's power.

A Blood Moon Lord elevated to Sequence 4 would defeat the old Chen Ye with ease.

Just a single Demon Claw would have been enough to make his Sequence 3 self struggle desperately, even easily kill his Sequence 3 self.

But against Number Two, who could slay Sequence 4s as easily as crushing an ant?

A single Demon Claw was clearly nowhere near enough.

But that didn't mean there was no way at all.

Fear: The ability to absorb the power of fear generated by all living creatures in the surroundings.

The higher a creature's Life Level, the greater the quality of its life, the stronger the fear it produced.

For instance, fear generated by Superhumans far exceeded that of ordinary people.

Fear generated by Sequence 4s far surpassed that of Sequence 3s.

Someone like Chen Hao — someone with unique aspirations, who was thanked by many and trusted by many — produced fear of exceptionally high quality as well.

In fact, the fear emanating from Chen Hao alone surpassed what any single Sequence 4 could produce.

Every single person present was no ordinary Superhuman.

So when Chen Ye felt that black power of fear being absorbed into his body,

it was like a finely-tuned sports car having its tank filled to the brim.

And on top of that — it wasn't just that!

Fear's capabilities were far from exhausted!

Chen Ye's entire body was wreathed in black aura, combined with the terrifying form of his left hand, making him look like a demon forged from red and black.

Chen Ye kicked Xiong Baochun aside.

Time to fight — carrying this guy around the whole time was inconvenient.

Besides, his mission was already complete.

The fear energy he'd generated was decent enough.

Xiong Baochun, kicked away, only felt his whole body lighten, as if he'd just escaped the brink of death.

He didn't mind at all that Chen Ye had used him up like a tissue and tossed him aside.

But when he turned and saw Chen Ye's appearance behind him, he was instantly frozen in terror once more.

Even more fear energy surged out from within him.

"Number Two, this time... let's see if I'm... strong enough!"

The instant the final word left his mouth, Chen Ye vanished from where he stood!

In just a single moment, Chen Ye appeared behind Number Two.

So fast — impossibly fast, with absolutely no way to track his movements.

This speed was already fully comparable to Number Two's own, perhaps even a hair faster.

Elder Hou Junji was briefly stunned.

He and Wei Butong had joined forces earlier and were still being dominated by Number Two.

Even transforming into his bird-man form, he couldn't turn the tide of battle much.

His bird legs were already crippled, and even his sharp claws were packed full of flowers.

Even flying was a struggle now, because flowers bloomed on every two or three feathers.

Just then, Hou Junji spotted Chen Ye appearing behind the monster.

Number Two had been keeping an eye on Chen Ye as well.

The reason it hadn't struck at Chen Ye was that it wanted to see just how much potential humanity had left.

But the moment that black gas appeared, Number Two began to feel a sense of dread.

As if something was already beginning to slip out of its control.

When Chen Ye materialized behind its back, Number Two was slightly taken aback as well.

And then...

Number Two watched as a blood-red claw pierced straight through its shoulder.

Number Two stared blankly at its own shoulder.

Because it truly felt something it had never felt before.

Pain!

This was the first time it had ever experienced the concept of "pain"!

Agonizing pain!

Bone-piercing pain!

It was a kind of pain that inspired terror!

It awakened a shallow understanding of death within it.

"AHHHH——"

Number Two threw its head back and howled!

Chen Ye grabbed hold of Number Two's shoulder and applied a gentle amount of force.

A sound like tearing cloth rang out.

That withered arm was torn clean off by Chen Ye with ease.

Black, red, and green blood splattered across the beach.

This creature's blood was multicolored.

The severed arm landed on the ground.

But in an instant, it transformed into blooming flowers.

Hou Junji stared at all of this in a daze.

This... this guy...

How did he do it?

So many Sequence 4s had been fighting for so long, and this was the first time the monster had ever been wounded.

Was this guy really this strong?

Meanwhile, flowers began to sprout from the spot where Number Two's arm had been severed.

In the blink of an eye, the flowers formed a brand new arm.

Number Two's figure flickered, appearing directly in the air nearly a hundred meters above.

Number Two stared intently at Chen Ye, its expression turning venomous for the first time.

This was the first emotion it had ever displayed besides cold indifference and curiosity.

"Human, you have made me very angry! Very angry!"

Number Two glared at Chen Ye, its face dripping with venomous hatred, yet somewhere deep within, it inexplicably felt something unfamiliar stirring — was it... fear?

This was an experience it had never known before.

A wisp of black mist gathered around Number Two's chest, barely noticeable.

Chen Ye extended his tongue and licked the multicolored blood off his Demon Claw, inwardly lamenting — if only he could use this for drawing a Sacrifice formation, it would be the finest material imaginable.

If he could offer this Number Two up to the Hundred-Ghost Eater, it would absolutely boost the Hundred-Ghost Eater's number ranking by a considerable margin.

Unfortunately, the blood moon was about to set, and this state of his wouldn't last much longer.

Time to pick up the pace — he needed to finish this bastard within the next minute at least!

Meanwhile, Wei Butong was seething with jealous rage.

Damn it, this should have been my script. This should have been my script!