Simultaneous traversal: All Abyss difficulty.

Chapter 681 The Central Continent Team is more terrifying than a horror movie.

The area around the cabin in the woods was shrouded in darkness.

The cold moonlight filtered through the thick clouds, casting dappled patterns on the edge of the forest.

The once restless shadows of the trees were now eerily still, even the chirping of insects had disappeared, leaving only a deathly silence.

The werewolf's tall body was hunched over, its nose twitching, and the panting from its escape still lingered between its fangs.

Its scarlet pupils stared intently at the distance, where Sadako was curled up beside a piece of dead wood, her wet black hair disheveled, her originally pale face covered in bruises, and even a trace of translucent blood seeping from the corner of her mouth.

She clutched her lower abdomen, her eyes unfocused, still reeling from the "physical exorcism."

"Woo," the werewolf growled, pointing at Sadako with its paw and then at the direction of the hut. A human-like fear appeared on its ferocious face.

Sadako slowly raised her head, her gaze passing over the werewolf and landing further behind—a vampire in a suit was kneeling on one knee, his bat wings hanging down like tattered rags, clearly broken off violently.

His elegance was gone, his bow tie was askew, and his pale face was filled with lingering shock.

Following Sadako's gaze, the vampire saw that the zombie horde had already been routed on the ground not far away.

Severed limbs were scattered all over the ground, and several rotting heads were still unconsciously opening and closing their jaws, as if silently accusing the "sacrifices" inside the house of their cruelty.

silence.

Many beings who inspire fear in countless terrifying legends now look at each other like toothless wild beasts.

The werewolf scratched a crooked symbol on the ground with its claws: "?"

Sadako reached out her trembling hand and added a stroke next to the symbol: "!"

The vampire stared at the two symbols for a long time, then suddenly ripped off his tattered sleeve, threw it to the ground, and yelled, "Run!!!"

As if they had reached some kind of consensus, the three of them took a step back at the same time and turned to look at the hut.

Through the hole in the window, Fang Yu could be vaguely seen grinning at them while wrestling with his wrists.

"Roar--!"

The werewolf suddenly let out a shrill howl, turned and fled, moving so fast that it left afterimages.

Sadako scrambled into the well, making sure to slam the well cover shut with a "bang".

The vampire even transformed into a swarm of bats, but due to an injured wing, it flew erratically and crashed into a tree halfway through its flight.

Inside the monitoring room, the alarm blared piercingly!
"Sacrifice countdown 72 hours! Energy fluctuations to zero?!" The fat technician kicked over a chair, pointed at the frozen, terrifying bio-signal on the screen, his voice cracking, "These cowards actually went on strike?!"

In the bottom right corner of the main screen, the bright red countdown numbers coldly ticked: 71:59:59.

"No! Absolutely not!" a bespectacled female researcher screamed as she slammed the emergency button. "Activate Plan B! Release the 'big guy' from the underground warehouse! If we delay any longer, the ancient evil god will devour us first!"

Deep within the console, the muffled sound of gears meshing could be heard.

Deep underground, a massive, suffocating shadow slowly opened its eyes.

The flickering firelight from the fireplace inside the cabin cast long shadows of everyone on the mottled walls.

Zhan Lan sat opposite Zhou Juanjuan, her fingertips unconsciously tracing the floor. "We encountered Kayako in 'Ju-on'," Zhan Lan's voice was exceptionally clear in the silence of the wooden house. "Her curse spreads along the line of sight; as long as you make eye contact with her..." She suddenly made a choking motion, startling Zhou Juanjuan.

"Is there anything even more terrifying?" Zhou Juanjuan gripped the lace trim of her leopard-print dress tightly, her nails almost piercing the fabric.

Just as Zhan Lan was about to speak, a shrill laugh suddenly erupted from the monitoring room.

The fat technician patted his greasy belly, spittle flying onto the screen: "The aliens are almost here and they didn't even react. They're going to die a horrible death!"

"The aliens are uncontrollable!" The skinny man next to him nervously pushed up his glasses. "If the first one to die isn't that slut, then the ritual..."

"Don't be afraid!" The fat man slammed his hand on the control panel, causing the liquid in his coffee cup to spill out. "Our scientists have reached an agreement with the Alien Queen! These three aliens are wearing pheromone collars and will kill strictly according to the script!" He grinned maliciously and pressed the red button. "Just watch the show!"

Inside the cabin, Fang Yu casually tossed the smoked ham bone he had finished gnawing into the fireplace, where sparks crackled and popped.

“Strictly speaking,” he tilted his head to look at Zhou Juanjuan, who was curled up in a ball, “the first monster I ever faced was an alien.”

Zhou Juanjuan's eyes lit up, and she was about to ask further when Fang Yu continued, "And in your very first horror movie, you encountered almost every kind of monster."

He looked at her faded smoky makeup meaningfully. "I really don't know what you did to make the God of God treat you so 'kindly'."

"I," Zhou Juanjuan instinctively pulled her revealing leopard-print coat tighter, her lips trembling like leaves in the wind, "I only had two abortions when I was thirteen," her voice trailing off, "I really haven't done anything else illegal."

"Crack-!"

The loud bang of shattering glass interrupted her!
A long, narrow, metallic head smashed through the window, its jaws, dripping with saliva, gaping open like the Grim Reaper's scythe! Acid dripped onto the floor, instantly corroding it and creating sizzling holes!

"Ahhhhh—!" Zhou Juanjuan's scream almost lifted the roof off. She retreated frantically, her high heels scraping against the floor with a piercing sound.

The alien's compound eye swirled, precisely locking onto her exposed, snow-white thighs.

Cheers erupted in the monitoring room as the fat man excitedly waved his betting tickets: "Go, baby! Tear that slut's skirt off first!"

His voice stopped abruptly.

Because Fang Yu moved.

There was no sword drawn, and no genetic lock was activated.

He simply grabbed the wood-chopping axe he had just used to chop the lock, and in the instant the alien pounced, he swung it around and hit a home run!

"boom!"

The alien's head twisted and deformed at an angle that defied the laws of physics, and its entire body flew backward as if it had been hit by a train. The sound of its shell shattering when it hit the wall was clearly audible.

“Times have changed.” Fang Yu flicked the slime off his axe, turned to the stunned Zhou Juanjuan, and raised an eyebrow. “Back when I made my first horror movie, I wasn’t afraid of aliens either.” As he spoke, he suddenly reached out and, amidst Zhou Juanjuan’s scream, precisely kicked away a second alien that was about to ambush him!
In the monitoring room, the fat man's gambling tickets slowly floated to the ground.
Big problem!

They had never encountered such an outrageous situation in decades!
Although there have been accidental occurrences, this situation of punching Sadako and kicking aliens is truly unheard of.

The sacrificers are not to be trifled with; the horrific sacrifice will be delayed, or even fail.

If we fail, the entire Earth will become a playground for monsters, especially the evil gods from the depths, who will break free of their seal.
By then, let alone whether anyone will survive, even the very traces of humanity's existence will likely be erased.
Thinking of this, the fat man quickly contacted his black superior, "Damn it! Boss! Please give me authorization, I need to transfer 'people'!"

(End of this chapter)