However, as time went by, everyone was still clueless.
Just when everyone was almost in despair, Wang Fan suddenly discovered a unique red stone.
Wang Fan subconsciously reached out and touched the stone. The moment his fingertips touched it, the entire platform suddenly shook violently.
The crowd looked around in horror, only to see a large amount of blood gushing from the wounds of the corpses, quickly coalescing into a human figure.
The entire space was instantly dyed red, and a strong stench of blood permeated the air.
The figure exuded boundless killing intent, sending chills down one's spine.
The figure slowly spoke, his voice seemingly coming from the deepest hell, cold and sinister: "You've come..." His empty eyes stared straight at Wang Fan, sending chills down one's spine.
Wang Fan's heart skipped a beat, and filled with curiosity, he asked, "How did you know I would come? Did you lure me here?"
The figure exclaimed in surprise, "Not bad, you're quite clever to have guessed it."
Wang Fan's eyes sharpened as he stared intently at the figure: "Speak, what exactly are you planning?"
The figure let out a strange laugh and said, "Intent? No, no, no, this isn't an intent, it's..."
Then, with a strange expression, he said, "Didn't anyone tell you where this place is?"
When Wang Fan heard him ask this, he stared intently at him, his mind racing: Did he know about the system's existence? Or was he deliberately trying to trick him?
Wang Fan forced himself to remain calm and said, "I don't know what you're talking about."
The figure sneered, "Stop pretending. You think you can fool me? I can smell that trace of destiny on you from afar."
Wang Fan was filled with doubt, wondering if he was referring to his ten-thousand-fold amplification system or something else.
On the surface, he could only feign composure and say, "I don't know what you're talking about."
When Wang Fan heard the word "fate," his heart tightened.
This wasn't the first time someone had mentioned the word in front of him.
Every time he heard it, it gave him a strange sense of unease and confusion.
After all, no one wants to be toyed with by so-called fate, like a puppet on a string.
He frowned, looked at the figure again, and said, "Why do you always mention fate? What does it all mean?"
The figure coldly replied, "You don't need to know; you just need to accept whatever is coming."
After he finished speaking, his aura suddenly intensified, and a strong killing intent instantly enveloped everyone.
Everyone felt short of breath, as if an invisible hand was tightly gripping their throats.
The figure stared intently at Wang Fan and said, "Now you have to accept my challenge, or everyone will die!"
The intense killing intent pressed down on Wang Fan as if it were a physical force, making it difficult for him to breathe. His heart was filled with anger and helplessness.
He turned to look at the group of people around him, whose faces were pale with murderous intent, and had no choice but to accept the challenge.
Wang Fan gritted his teeth, suppressing his anger, and said, "Fine, I accept your challenge, but if you dare to hurt them, I will fight you to the death."
The figure let out a cold laugh: "Hmph, then we'll see if you have the ability."
As soon as he finished speaking, the figure pounced on Wang Fan with lightning speed.
His attacks were frenzied and fierce, each move filled with intense killing intent, as if he wanted to kill Wang Fan.
Wang Fan was startled and quickly dodged to the side.
But the figure's attacks were like a relentless storm, giving him almost no chance to catch his breath.
Wang Fan could only desperately defend himself, secretly lamenting: This guy's fighting style is so crazy, he's practically leaving no way out for anyone!
Then, Wang Fan was not to be outdone.
He concentrated intently, carefully searching for any openings the figure had made during its attack.
But the figure acted like a madman, completely disregarding whether it would get hurt, and relentlessly attacked.
Each attack was carried out with a do-or-die spirit, as if they disregarded life and death.
Wang Fan was shocked; he had never encountered such a reckless opponent.
But he also knew that it was precisely in times like these that he couldn't panic.
He gritted his teeth and focused intently on dealing with the figure's relentless attacks.
However, in a moment of carelessness, Wang Fan was struck hard by the figure and instantly lay on the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
Seeing this, the figure said mockingly, "Is that all you've got? Not enough, far from enough! Didn't you say you wanted to kill me? Come on!"
The women's faces were filled with worry and concern when they saw Wang Fan injured.
Xiao Meng looked anxious and called out, "Brother, how are you?" She then tried to rush over to help.
Before she could even get close, the figure swung his hand back, and a powerful force sent Xiaomeng flying.
Xiao Meng's petite body crashed heavily against the stone wall beside her, then slid down, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of her mouth.
Seeing this, Wang Fan's eyes widened in fury, and he roared angrily, "Xiao Meng!"
In an instant, Wang Fan's eyes turned bloodshot, and the anger in his heart erupted like an uncontrollable volcano.
Like a raging lion, he pounced on the figure without regard for anything else.
He wielded the trident with fierce power, each strike carrying boundless anger and hatred.
I don't know if it was the stimulation from Xiaomeng's injury or the effect of the red blood vessels in her eyes.
Wang Fan's mind was in complete chaos; he was only thinking about killing the figure in front of him.
He screamed madly, "I want you dead!"
Every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, filled with intense killing intent.
The figure, however, continued to evade Wang Fan's attacks with ease, occasionally taunting, "So this is how you unleash your fighting potential. I should have made my move sooner..."
Hearing this, Wang Fan's anger burned even brighter.
He completely ignored the figure's taunts and focused solely on his frenzied attack.
His breathing became increasingly rapid, and large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, but the trident in his hand showed no sign of stopping.
Seeing this, the figure continued, "Yes, yes, that's it! Go even crazier..."
The figure was clearly deliberately provoking Wang Fan; a sly smile played on his lips, and his eyes were filled with malice.
Wang Fan's eyes widened in anger, and he roared, "You're asking for death!" He swung his trident even more fiercely.
The figure easily dodged Wang Fan's attacks, saying repeatedly, "What? Can't take it already? Is that all you've got?"
Wang Fan's breathing became increasingly rapid; the anger in his heart had caused him to lose his reason.
Su Yaqi, standing nearby, cried out anxiously, "Wang Fan, don't fall for his tricks! He's doing this on purpose!"
Qin Xiaoxuan shouted at the top of her lungs, "Wang Fan, calm down!"
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