"Ding Dang! Congratulations to the Summoner for having a lucky streak! You've hit a +2 critical strike spell!"

Alright! Just once, Weakness Critical Strike (Fairy) has leveled up to level seven!

"Double kill! Congratulations to the summoner for a lucky streak! You've hit a +1 blade-type spell!"

Great! Two more touches and Yasuo is finished!

"Triblekill! Congratulations to the Summoner for a lucky triple! You've obtained a Spirit Knight shard (light blue) +1!"

That's great! Just one more chance!

Fang Zong thought Yasuo was really generous, but compared to the benefits he would gain, he would rather destroy Yasuo.

Just one more time, just one more time!

Yasuo's strength has dropped to the level of a minor technique. As long as he touches a technique or fragment again, he will be completely wiped out and will never be an eyesore again!

Suddenly, my hand felt lighter.

Fang Zong held Yasuo's lower body and looked at the mirror in confusion, only to find that the mirror was shattered inch by inch, and the exit of the dark place had also disappeared.

"What happened?" Fang Zong rubbed his forehead.

Ninth Sister replied, "That guy destroyed the thing that was suppressing this place. The Yin Land has been sealed off by the awakened ghosts. Unless you kill the ghosts, you can't get out."

Fang Zong blinked and suddenly looked at the fragments on the ground.

If he wasn't mistaken, Yasuo only destroyed one thing: this rather comical lucky cat statue.

'Boom!' Suddenly, all the fragments of the lucky cat statue exploded, turning into a cloud of blood mist.

Just as Fang Zong was about to make a move, he noticed that the blood mist rushed out of the shrine. Following it out, he saw the village below turning upside down, and the blood mist surged into it as well.

Immediately afterwards, the dark red ground cracked open, and a sound like someone waking up from a deep dream, stretching, and yawning came from it.

"According to the village rules, useless cows are slaughtered."

"I'm easily hungry when I wake up in the morning..."

"So, you are the fresh meat that God sent to me?"

The voices came through repeatedly, the other person sounding very sophisticated, as if they were in a high-end Western restaurant preparing to enjoy a freshly cut, tender steak.

Fang Zong licked his lips, feeling the same way...