Gradually, the three people in front of them woke up.
The dim environment didn't affect them much. Their eyes flickered for a moment, lingering on the evil city god for a few seconds before turning to the blurry quest prompt on the wall.
With a whoosh, a cold wind blew in from outside the City God Temple, causing the broken wooden planks at the entrance to creak and fall into the temple.
In that instant, it felt as if something strange swept over them, and with a chill rising in their hearts, they were pulled into this world.
"Mission begins!"
Crunch, crunch...
The sound of wooden planks swaying in the wind came from outside the temple again, followed by a crisp clatter as they landed on the stone slabs in front of the temple gate.
The five people looked at each other, but none of them spoke first.
"Gah!"
Two abrupt sounds of wooden planks colliding overhead came from above, and tiles slid off the hole-ridden temple roof, scattering some dust.
Lin Feng's gaze, which had been wandering over the faces of the others, suddenly fixed on the evil city god's long whip. He raised his ethereal hand, pulled out a submachine gun, and aimed it at the evil city god's eyes.
Click, bullet loaded, fire!
In a flash, Yu suddenly opened his mouth, and a blood-red rainbow, along with Lin Feng's bullet, pierced the darkness inside the temple, striking the evil city god in the chest and eyeballs.
Crack! Crack! Crack! The long whip blocked the bullets in front of him, but failed to stop the jade's attack, and several stones fell down.
A few strands of flesh and blood peeked out from the fleeting gap, and finally an eyeball appeared, pulling the fallen stone back to its original position.
What is that? A demon?
Lin Feng was horrified. Just as he turned the gun, the evil city god's double whips swept across the temple at an extremely fast speed.
The long whip, heavy and bladeless, was used to injure people by force. The whip had 13 sections, each with a sharp point. Combined with the sculpted figure of the evil city god, the whip itself was already taller than Lin Feng.
However, the opponent's long whip could still extend, and inside the whip was the same kind of fibrous flesh they had just seen.
Lin Feng fell backward, managing to dodge the attack, and quietly replaced his hand with a grenade.
At this moment, his three teammates finally reacted. The woman closest to the evil city god was like a fleeting afterimage, sliding towards the temple entrance as another long whip struck.
The thin man rolled on the spot, reaching a safe distance from Lin Feng at roughly the same level.
In the end, only the very sunny-looking man clapped his hands, took out a small piece of metal, placed it in front of his chest, and conjured a magnificent black and gray shield out of thin air, blocking the attack of the evil city god.
"Phew, that was close."
The huge shield in front of the man quickly shattered and disappeared from everyone's sight like a shadow. Then, the man turned the iron plate in his hand again and took out a weapon that looked like a gun but wasn't quite a gun.
"Mystic Armor Spear - Thrust!"
A row of bright characters appeared before everyone. As the weapon in his hand rapidly extended, it transformed all the characters into energy and pierced into the body of the evil city god.
boom!
Half of the demon city god's body exploded, and behind the shattered stones on the ground were pieces of thread-like flesh connecting the entire sculpture, as well as a wildly rotating eyeball on its chest.
"Corrupted Sculpture: A sculpture possessed by evil thoughts that cannot die and will slowly recover after being broken."
The moment the information appeared, the woman who had just teleported away returned to the body of the evil city god. The long sword she held tightly in her hand quickly drew several bright crescents, slicing the evil city god's remains to pieces.
The stone fell, and the woman slid a distance again, avoiding anything that could threaten her.
At this moment, the weeds on the floor were bounced aside by the woman's footsteps, leaving a perfect trail for her afterimage, giving the illusion that the weeds were carrying her as she completed a series of actions.
This amazing movement filled Lin Feng with joy; his teammates were indeed very strong this time.
"Do you know what kind of world this is?" The sunny-looking man rubbed his hair and walked very stylishly to the middle of the group: "My name is Li Xuan, Li as in wood, Xuan as in mystery."
"I don't know." The knife in the woman's hand disappeared. She searched for a moment among the eyeballs on the ground, then walked over: "Fang Qian."
Lin Feng patted the dust off his backside: "The mission involves martial arts, and there are evil thoughts in this sculpture, so it is very likely some kind of martial arts world mixed with ghosts and monsters."
Li Xuan turned his gaze to Yu, who shook her head and did not speak.
"It could be a mutated world, or it could be some unknown mission world." Finally, the thin man raised his head, his gloomy eyes and gaunt face forming a stark contrast with Li Xuan: "Zhang Sheng."
After saying his name, Zhang Sheng suddenly turned to Lin Feng and asked, "Didn't you bring any electronic devices that can search the mission world?"
It seems that since Lin Feng uses firearms, he would naturally bring with him a lot of equipment from the technological world, as well as countless records of world data.
“I brought it,” Li Xuan said quickly. “There’s too little information. The term ‘corrupted sculpture’ is linked to many mission worlds, but we can’t pinpoint the specific world.”
A technological screen lit up in his hand, displaying hundreds of mission worlds filtered by the corrupted sculpture entry, along with the powers and technologies that caused the normal world to mutate into this state.
Lin Feng silently withdrew his hand. He also had one; Louis had given him a small gadget similar to a tablet, which contained many recorded mission worlds.
Zhang Sheng looked over and glanced at the light screen in Li Xuan's hand for a while before lowering his head again.
Just then, a thunderous sound of horses' hooves suddenly came from outside the door.
The sound of stomping footsteps grew louder as it approached, accompanied by shouts, and then abruptly stopped in front of the temple gate.
"Brothers, we've arrived!"
"Haha, dinner's ready! Dinner's ready!"
Strange noises drifted into the courtyard, and the half-open gate was pushed open, revealing a tall, thin, human-shaped old man carrying a young man whose face was covered in blood as he walked in.
"Haha, brothers, we've added more food."
The thin old man was skeletal, dressed in a monk's robe, with long, wet hair hanging down his head, obscuring his eyes. Upon closer inspection, his mouth was constantly open, as if stretched out, with only the flesh around his neck slowly pulsating.
"I was wondering why there was such a fragrant smell coming from this place. It turns out there are several large, live sheep."
A strange voice came from the thin old man's mouth, which remained completely still. Immediately afterward, more than a dozen menacing figures emerged from behind his gaunt back.
Upon hearing the words "live sheep," the pairs of bright red pupils and extremely distorted facial features on the figures' heads revealed mouths full of jagged, sharp teeth, and they began to shove each other.
"Live sheep!"
"Live sheep! Live sheep!"
"Live sheep! Live sheep!!"
The figures moved forward, but none of them dared to cross the thin old man in front of them. Some of the bolder figures had already climbed the high wall, sticking their heads out and resting them against the wall, quickly filling the surrounding area.
Lin Feng suppressed his discomfort. He could see clearly that when those heads poked out, their shoulders were not exposed, nor were they using their hands to cling to them.
If they climbed up by stepping on something... but rows of neatly arranged heads were protruding from the surrounding walls. If not, then they must have stretched their necks over the nearly three-meter-high walls.
"Live sheep...live sheep...live sheep, hey!"
Frenzied murmurs frequently appeared, and several distorted faces emerged from the cracks in the walls, densely blocking all the gaps between the City God Temple and the outside world.
At this moment, a black wind suddenly arose, and malice enveloped the temple like a raging torrent, while blatant evil thoughts grew like weeds, cutting off all paths to survival.
"The Thin Monk, the Southeast Grain Collector of the Divine Dragon Sect: Heaven and Earth, the Divine Dragon, and the Deer and Cauldron bear witness. I bestow divine power upon all, to save the world and benefit the people."
"Delirious followers of the Divine Dragon Cult: Hehe, your illness is not an illness, but a test from God. The more severe your illness, the greater the test."
"The Dragon Cult's liar said: 'Hehe, sheep can't be sick, because if they are sick, they can't be eaten, so let's eat them while they're still healthy.'"
The Divine Dragon Cult, the Skinny Monk...
The strange and bizarre message appeared, and surprise flashed in the eyes of all five of them.
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