"Quick, do you have any more? Give it another shot!"
Ji Mengyao urgently urged Ning Yu from beside her, as she too had noticed it was regenerating.
Indeed, if they could hit it one more time, no matter how strong this monster's regenerative abilities were, it would be reduced to ashes.
Unfortunately, Ning Yu had run out of points.
"Quick, let's strike while the iron is hot!"
That was all Ning Yu could say, and with those words, Ji Mengyao understood that Ning Yu had no ammunition left.
"I'll get the truck!"
Ji Mengyao suddenly spotted the truck that Wan Heng had driven over and rushed towards it.
She intended to use this isekai reincarnation weapon to finish it off.
Beside them, Shen Yiyue raised her gun and fired at the regenerating Wrath.
Ning Yu and Wu Di had already charged forward, one wielding a knife, the other carrying a red chainsaw.
By the time they got close, the Wrath's regeneration had already reached its shoulders.
The destruction speed of their weapons and Shen Yiyue's bullets couldn't keep up with the Wrath's healing rate.
At this rate, their efforts would be futile.
"Get out of the way!"
Ji Mengyao was already speeding towards them in Wan Heng's truck, and Ning Yu and Wu Di jumped aside.
"BOOM!!"
The truck crashed violently into the Wrath's body, actually making it tilt sideways, and the powerful momentum pushed its body backward.
The truck pinned it against the wall of a low building behind it, shattering the brick wall, with its entire body smashed inside.
Dust scattered everywhere, and while the impact was substantial, Ning Yu still hadn't received any system notification about the Wrath's death.
Though she hadn't held much hope anyway.
"ROAR!!"
Everyone heard a soul-shaking roar, indicating that the Wrath had regenerated up to its head.
"Danger! Get away from there!"
Ning Yu shouted at Ji Mengyao, who was still in the truck, but she seemed dazed from the impact, with blood trickling down her forehead.
She had relied on her immortal body to perform a suicide attack.
Unfortunately, before she could open the truck door, the entire vehicle was firmly grabbed by two massive hands and lifted into the air.
Ji Mengyao was raised up along with the truck.
"CRASH!!!!"
Those hands holding the truck suddenly slammed it down onto the ground, crushing both the truck and Ji Mengyao like a pancake.
Though the truck didn't completely shatter, it was severely deformed, and Ji Mengyao inside had been knocked unconscious, with blood splattered throughout the driver's cabin. She had sustained fatal injuries.
The Wrath stood up again, and in just a few minutes, it had completely regenerated its body. The angry expression on its face became even more twisted.
It raised its palm again and, as if swatting a mosquito, forcefully smashed the truck's hood.
"BANG!"
The hood was instantly crushed, and Ji Mengyao inside was killed on the spot.
It turned its head and fixed its eyes on the remaining three people, but quickly looked down again, noticing something was wrong.
The "bug" it had just crushed was gone, completely restored, and she was struggling to crawl under the remaining parts of the truck.
Trying to avoid its line of sight.
The Wrath actually showed an amused expression, as if it had found an interesting toy. It raised its foot again and stomped down on the remaining parts of the truck.
The rear half of the truck was also crushed under its foot, and Ji Mengyao underneath leaked streams of blood, dying once again.
But soon, she was restored to perfect condition due to her [Death Resistance], which seemed to bring a delighted look to the Wrath's eyes.
It hadn't encountered something this "unbreakable" in a long time.
It began endlessly repeating the process of crushing Ji Mengyao, falling into a kind of madness, stomping again and again and again.
"I'm... fine!!"
She died once more.
"You guys..."
Another death.
"Run away!!"
Yet another death.
"At this rate, Mengyao will be driven to mental breakdown by the hallucinations."
Not far away, though Wu Di's expression remained unchanged, his eyes had turned red, wanting to fight the Wrath to the death, but Ning Yu held him back.
"I have a plan. Can you hold it off for 5 minutes?"
Ning Yu seemed to have thought of something and was ready to make a last-ditch effort.
Wu Di almost threw off Ning Yu who was holding him back, turning to stare at her, his expressionless face somehow conveying questioning.
"Trust me."
Ning Yu said to him.
Wu Di hesitated for a few seconds, then silently nodded and took off his suit, revealing fully armed steel armor underneath.
Unfortunately, he wasn't Iron Man; this was just simple protective gear.
This guy had been wearing such heavy equipment all along, yet his movements had seemed so effortless.
He charged straight toward the nearby Wrath.
Ning Yu then pulled out the broken Crimson War Blade from her system space.
She gripped the broken hilt and aimed it at her own chest.
"Yu... Little Yu, what are you doing??"
Shen Yiyue had run out of bullets in her gun, and seeing Ning Yu's actions, she sensed something was wrong.
Her eyes suddenly widened, her heart seemingly skipping a beat, and she shouted:
"No!!"
Ning Yu ignored her and forcefully drove the broken hilt into her own chest. Large amounts of blood immediately gushed out, but were quickly absorbed by the Crimson War Blade.
Indeed, she was trying to nurture the Crimson War Blade right now, but it still needed nearly 40% progress.
If she tried to feed it slowly by cutting her arms, they would all probably be dead long before it was ready.
Now she might as well go straight for gutting herself, letting it drink its fill.
After all, she had [Death Resistance], so she could use one life to quickly nurture the blade.
"Little Yu??? Have you gone mad? What are you doing?!"
Shen Yiyue was terrified, stumbling as she hurriedly ran over and embraced Ning Yu.
Her face was full of panic and confusion.
"Silly, I'm fine, I can't die. Come help me."
Ning Yu's face was pale, with sweat beading on her forehead, as she forced a smile at her.
Stabbing herself like this was still quite painful, especially since the blade was broken and she had to force the broken end into her chest, which was quite difficult.
[Task: Day of Blade Reforging progress updated 67%]
[Task: Day of Blade Reforging progress updated 68%]
Ning Yu felt her vision darkening; this thing was drinking her blood too quickly.
But even so, she felt the progress was still too slow.
She picked up the other broken blade piece and handed it to Shen Yiyue, who was already stunned by Ning Yu's actions.
"Stab this part... into me... too."
Ning Yu's speech was becoming intermittent, her condition looking very poor.
"Little Yu... tell me you really won't die, right? I... I... I can't do it..."
Shen Yiyue held the blade piece Ning Yu had handed her, shaking her head slightly in panic, her body trembling.
Was she really supposed to kill her Little Yu with her own hands?
How could she possibly do that?
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
ose... to cooperate with the protagonist! Shen Yuan: I have a system! Protagonist: What? System: Holy crap, you're just spilling it out like that? Shen Yuan: Let's team up, we'll split the system rewards! Protagonist: Fifty-fifty split? Shen Yuan: No way! Protagonist: What!? I'm the one getting beaten up, and I don't get half? Shen Yuan: Forty-sixty split, I get forty, you get sixty! Protagonist: Deal! Big brother, come on, hit me! As long as it doesn't kill me, beat me like you mean it! Shen Yuan: Don't worry... I will definitely protect all of you! No one but me can lay a finger on you! Guard our Heaven's Chosen Ones! I'm the only one allowed to bully them!
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
