I didn't expect the people from the King Organization to seize the opportunity so precisely, choosing to act at the instant the souls summoned by He Yiner just dissipated. And it wasn't just one King who acted, but three, and even when these three Kings took action, they didn't consider Zhou Deng, who was beside them.
Clearly, He Yiner was their main target. Only after killing He Yiner would they consider dealing with other leaders.
He Yiner's body was rapidly being eroded by darkness. Her whole person seed about to disappear, except for the worn-out old garnt imprinted with the pattern of a fierce ghost, which could resist this erosion.
At the mont of being attacked, He Yiner saw what those three people looked like.
A clown dressed strangely and sinisterly, a creepy man whose face was continuously rotting, wearing a captain's outfit, and a figure whose form was blurry, appeared black and white, like a projected image of a person.
From the intelligence data provided by Leuk San last ti, the code nas of these three people in the King Organization imdiately surfaced in her mind. They were the Clown, the Captain, and the Projectionist. .
Among them, the Projectionist had previously clashed with Yang Jian, Li Leping, and Cao Yang at the Xiangjiang Wharf, almost killing Cao Yang. If it hadn't been for Yang Jian exchanging one King's life to get Cao Yang back, Cao Yang would have already died at his hands.
"The ones who acted were that Captain and Projectionist."
He Yiner felt her body being not just swallowed by darkness but part of her limbs being pulled away from reality, entering an unknown supernatural realm. She had no way to resist the whole process, as her body had long lost sensation, even though there were many unused diums on her.
The Soul Summoner's supernatural powers were sealed, completely unusable. No matter how many diums, it was to no avail.
"I will die if this continues." At this mont, He Yiner's eyes narrowed, sensing the taste of death.
If not for wearing the most ferocious ghost cloth left by the tailor shop owner in the Taiping Ancient Town, she would have been killed the mont she saw those three Kings, unable to hold on.
But holding on for a few seconds was of no avail. She had been completely restricted unless Zhou Deng could create a miracle, briefly repelling three people to buy ti for her to summon. Otherwise, this confrontation would be impossible to win, and once she died, Zhou Deng would be surrounded and killed by those three, soon to die as well.
At this mont, He Yiner even conceived the ensuing scenario in her mind.
She thought she would die with resentnt.
Unexpectedly, He Yiner was surprised to find that at the mont she was about to disappear, the supernatural eroding her stopped. Although her body had beco blurred, it could still maintain a general outline and not vanish utterly.
"Hmm?"
As if discovering the issue, the Captain's rotting face slightly turned, and his dull, ashy eyes looked towards Zhou Deng.
At this mont, Zhou Deng's face was turning black, his body being eroded by the terrible supernatural forces, his whole self continuously decaying and dissipating. Yet, he was staring firmly at the three people in front of him: "Who says I was too late to act? It's unrealistic to block three Kings at once, so I didn't attack you but He Yiner."
"I got lucky. With one move, I took away part of the supernatural assault on He Yiner. I must admit, you Kings are ruthless. Just enduring a portion of the supernatural attack turned into this state, almost dying."
As he spoke, Zhou Deng's skin continually peeled away, with thin red lines appearing on his body. These red lines seeped blood, slicing him into rectangular patterns as if a cutting machine severed him, and a stench of decaying corpses began to spread.
Within monts, Zhou Deng transford, becoming unfamiliar and horrifying, not looking human, more like a cocoon made of small patches of human skin sewn together.
This was what he had obtained after resolving the supernatural event at the horror museum. Zhou Deng stole it from a non-decayed old corpse. At the ti of resurrection, it seed like a Gold-threaded Jade Garnt, but after the ghost's resurrection, he realized it was just a dreadful human skin garnt, only appearing as a disguise.
The museum did not display an ancient corpse but a sleeping fierce ghost.
It's hard to imagine, a ghost being unearthed by archaeologists, exhibited in a museum for years without awakening to kill until one night the displayed body disappeared, and after being encountered by a night patrol guard... the horror museum incident occurred.
Even though Zhou Deng obtained the human skin garnt early, it was particularly fierce. If not for coming to Dahai City to deal with the Ghost Ship, Zhou Deng would never want to wear this thing in his life.
Low roars and wails emanated from the human skin garnt, with blood continuously seeping through the little seams of human skin.
Zhou Deng was lting, slowly turning into a pool of blood.
He wasn't a ghost and couldn't withstand the side effects of the human skin garnt, so he was being eroded. If he kept wearing the garnt, he would die terribly.
But Zhou Deng couldn't take off this human skin garnt.
Because the human skin garnt could help him resist the supernatural attacks of the Kings.
At this mont, Zhou Deng hadn't disappeared; only the human skin garnt on his body had more than a dozen pieces of small human skin turned black, seemingly dyed by sothing.
Seeing that He Yiner miraculously survived at the critical mont, the three Kings realized sothing was amiss. They knew the chance for a sneak attack ca only once. If they couldn't eliminate He Yiner in the shortest ti, their action would be deed a failure. After all, the opponent wasn't a fool, just watching them bully with numbers.
With a strange, sharp laugh, the King codenad Clown suddenly vanished.
Imdiately, He Yiner and Zhou Deng felt a bout of dizziness.
In the haziness of consciousness, they seed to see the Clown running and laughing strangely while rushing towards them, but in reality, the Clown couldn't be seen. This made it impossible for them to resist. In just a blink, Zhou Deng felt as if he was tackled to the ground by the Clown and continuously attacked with sharp instrunts.
Clearly, this Clown is short and not tall, easily resistible, but my consciousness is groggy with not a single thought of resistance.
Intense pain transmits from the minds of He Yiner and Zhou Deng, feeling as if their heads are about to explode.
"It's a consciousness attack. We won't last long, you must seize the opportunity to summon souls." Zhou Deng growled.
Clearly, this King codenad Clown can attack consciousness and can assault multiple people simultaneously.
At this mont, Zhou Deng went mad, constantly making moves, trying to protect He Yiner.
Assaulted conscious He Yiner suddenly felt as if a cold hand touched her head, and then the Clown in her mind disappeared.
But at the sa ti, there were two Clowns in Zhou Deng's mind, both attacking simultaneously.
The dual assault on consciousness, coupled with continuous erosion by the Ghost Cloth, rapidly worsened his condition to the extre.
"He is taking the damage for He Yiner, in that case, take him down first, otherwise, we can't even kill one Captain due to the delay."
The projectionist said coldly, striding towards Zhou Deng, and his figure vanished, while Zhou Deng's surroundings swiftly turned black and white.
This black and white seeped into him, rapidly dragging him away from reality.
Even with the Ghost Cloth on him, it only slowed down the process.
The King codenad Captain still stood motionless and numb, his behavior eerie and hard to fathom, but undeniably powerful and terrifying. Yet, he did not heed the projectionist's suggestion, choosing instead to continue assaulting He Yiner.
Perhaps in his view, He Yiner was the biggest threat, while Zhou Deng was rely a diversion, not worth the effort to deal with, nor worthy of killing.
However, as Zhou Deng bore the assaults of the two Kings alone, He Yiner regained so mobility.
Opportunity!
He Yiner's blurry body could move; without hesitation, she grabbed a relic, an old cup.
This cup was given to her by Yang Jian during a Captain's eting.
The cup's forr owner was the master of that enormous cetery, whom Yang Jian called Sexton Luo Qian.
He Yiner saw that the King codenad Captain was desperately using his Soul Summoning ability.
If successful, the situation can be reversed.
But, at the next mont, darkness surged, engulfing He Yiner's arm.
Her arm vanished, along with the old cup, into the darkness.
The Captain wore a rotting face, expressionless as if knowing He Yiner's intentions.
"It's over." He Yiner felt despair as her ans were thwarted; instead of killing her, the opponent seized her dium.
Without a dium, a Soul Summoner cannot summon souls.
"Don't give up."
Zhou Deng was roaring, blood crazily seeping from his Ghost Cloth, struggling even to make a sound now.
How and when unknown, the cup missing in darkness rolled back to He Yiner's feet.
The blurred body contacted the dium.
The Captain intended another assault, but Zhou Deng staggered to block in front of He Yiner, holding a burning red Ghost Candle.
The sinister fla suddenly inflated, bursting instantly.
The surrounding spectral phenonon montarily receded.
The Captain halted, and even the projectionist retreated slightly.
"Summon the soul." He Yiner succeeded, using her Soul Summoning ability at that mont.
An eerie, ghostly figure swiftly erged around, a deathly elder, frail and wooden, with pupil-less eyes, only a black void, exceptionally terrifying.
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