Chapter 894 - 726: Congratulate Me, Then Kill...

Chapter 894: Chapter 726: Congratulate Me, Then Kill...

"No!!!"

Zhang Shen only had time to instinctively cross his arms in front of his face. The next second, he felt an indescribable impact fiercely hit him, and he was unexpectedly flung into the air.

The world spun!

He traced a parabolic arc in the air, crashing back to the ground like a broken sack.

"Ugh!" A mouthful of fresh blood spewed out uncontrollably.

He felt as if bells were clanging in his head, buzzing noisily, with gold stars dancing before his eyes. Waves of intense dizziness and nausea assailed him relentlessly.

His whole body felt wet, especially a chilling sensation as if wind was drilling through his arm bones.

He forced himself to endure the dizziness, struggling to get back on his feet.

But he couldn’t even afford to check his injuries, instead staring in horror, as if he’d seen a ghost, toward the center of the explosion.

There...

Where were the remains of a corpse? Where was the filthy mess of blood and flesh?

There was only a perfectly intact, quietly standing... living human figure.

The black uniform was crisp and new, untouched by dust, and beneath the pale skin, it seemed to contain boundless, eerie power.

The glasses on his face... wait, did the glasses also return to their original state?

Only at the eyebrows did it seem that a small section was missing, leaving a faint break, silently reminding Zhang Shen that their life-and-death struggle was not his mere delusion.

But... if it wasn’t a delusion, how was he not dead?! How could he still be alive?!

Zhang Shen was absolutely certain that what he had just killed couldn’t possibly have been some fake illusion.

That touch, that feedback, couldn’t be faked!

"Surprised to see I’m not dead?"

Feng Mu habitually raised his hand, gently adjusting the intact frame of his glasses with his index finger, looking playfully at the stupefied Zhang Shen.

The latter’s appearance was exceedingly tragic, with torn arm muscles, bloody and dripping, and his stark white arm bones exposed to the air.

All over his body were uneven wounds, with skin and flesh rolling, pitted with hollows, as if corroded by a strong corrosive energy, emitting ominous black mist.

Obviously, the "corpse explosion" impact just now was not purely physical damage.

Feng Mu’s usual gentle smile tightened at the corners of his mouth, warning with an icy air:

"You’re terrified!"

"Good."

"Remember this fear, imprint it deep within your soul."

"Remember me, as the existence you... cannot kill."

With these words, Feng Mu took a gentle step forward in Zhang Shen’s direction.

It was this seemingly casual step that made Zhang Shen shiver violently, like a startled rabbit, feeling a penetrating chill.

At once, disregarding his severe injuries, he instinctively tried to assume a defensive posture, mobilizing the residual energy in his body.

Then his expression changed dramatically once more!

He was horrified to discover that all the energy in his body seemed to be frozen by some invisible ice, the once ceaseless power was now stagnant and elusive, impossible to mobilize.

"My energy’s stagnation, was it because of the toxicity of that explosion?" Zhang Shen’s mind was in turmoil.

Feng Mu naturally wouldn’t reveal to Zhang Shen what tricks or abilities he had used, much less tell him he carried an artifact.

What happened just now was merely a small demonstration of the artifact’s capability.

(Axe of the End Active Effect 3—End Clone • Phantom Legion:

Summon 1-4 End Clones, which inherit 55% of the original attributes, 70% attack power, and can perfectly use all skills of the original body.

Within the clone is contained void energy, which will cause a large-scale explosion upon being killed, causing corrosive damage and silencing the enemy for 3 seconds.)

Before Zhang Shen could figure it out, Feng Mu’s figure flickered slightly, like a specter, with a faint afterimage, instantly sweeping in front of him.

The distance between them was dangerously close!

Zhang Shen could clearly see his own bald head reflected in the lenses of his opponent’s glasses.

Zhang Shen felt his scalp tingle, his heart seized by one thought: "It’s over! I’m going to die!"

Feng Mu did not stop at all, his figure like a gust of wind, brushing past Zhang Shen directly.

Leaving behind only a light, yet more cruel than any blade, whisper drifting into his ears with the wind:

"Don’t be tense."

"I said, you have won your life."

"For the rest of your life, live well."

"Live with your... gratitude towards me!"

Zhang Shen was stupefied.

He jerked his stiff neck around, looking in the direction Feng Mu left.

In his heart, rather than feeling any gratitude for surviving, it was as if he was thrown into a glacier never to melt, engulfing him with cold, even his soul trembled.

Because he saw Feng Mu directly sweep past him, heading swiftly toward his teammates.

A fear colder than death instantly seized his heart!

What does this mean?

Not going to kill me?

Then... go kill my teammates?!

Is he going to make me watch, as the remaining teammates, one by one, all die before my eyes?!

And expect me to feel grateful for this?!

Is this what you call... congratulations?!

You...

You damn...

Zhang Shen’s lips trembled, yet he found himself at a loss for words, unable to find a single term to criticize Feng Mu’s mercy.

He just knew that he truly... didn’t want this kind of "congratulations" at all!!!

He would rather have Feng Mu kill him directly.

Dying a step earlier, perhaps in the Springs of the Yellow River, he could wait below for his teammates, one by one, to come down, to regroup them...

On the highway, the air was thick with the acrid smell of gunpowder and the earthy scent stirred by the overturned soil.