Simultaneous traversal: All Abyss difficulty.

Chapter 684 The Main God's Backroom Dealings: The Full Force Unleashed
Fang Yu's movements surpassed the limits of visual capture! His right hand was so fast that even an afterimage was difficult to create! It precisely caught on Miles's cold wrist holding the knife!

"Snap!" A sharp, teeth-grinding sound!

With his bones broken, Fang Yu unleashed pure brute force and forcibly snatched the kitchen knife! Miles' strength was like that of an infant before him!
The knife hilt had barely landed in Fang Yu's palm in a millisecond!

A piercing, continuous, almost seamless whistling sound suddenly exploded in front of Miles!

"Sizzle sizzle sizzle sizzle sizzle sizzle—!"

Not one cut, not ten cuts!

It was hundreds of incredibly dense and terrifying afterimages of silver-white sword light!
In a fraction of a second, like a torrential rain of pear blossoms, it instantly covered Miles' entire tall body!
Every cut was precise and ruthless! The sound of each blade piercing flesh was barely audible, completely drowned out by the next sound!
That wasn't a battle; it was more like a bloody surgical operation led by Fang Yu, taking place in the cracks of time!
On the monitor screen, the thermal image of Miles instantly changed from a cold gray-blue to a chilling, deep red covering every part of his body! It was as if a bucket of hot oil had been poured over him!
Inside the room, Fang Yu had already sheathed his sword and taken a step back.

Time seemed to have resumed its flow.

The deathly silent Miles remained frozen in his thrusting stance, stopping in front of Zhou Juanjuan.

Then--

"Pffffffffffffffff!!"

His signature blue overalls, along with the gray underwear underneath, burst open simultaneously with hundreds of tiny holes after an extremely brief delay! Each hole precisely corresponded to the flesh beneath!

Dark red, almost black, viscous blood plasma, like a pressure fountain released after being compressed to its limit, gushed wildly from these hundreds of pinhole-like wounds!

Miles' tall, burly body was instantly riddled with holes, turning into a human-shaped blood sieve! Not a single patch of intact skin the size of a palm could be found on his entire body!
Only then did his sluggish consciousness seem to transmit the signal of "being attacked fatally," and his right hand, which was gripping the knife, trembled slightly.

"roll."

Fang Yu, expressionless, lifted his foot.

Another deafening, thunderous roar! Like a giant hammer pounding through tattered leather!

Fang Yu's right foot, clad in black casual shoes, slammed into Miles' chest, which was now riddled with blood!

Miles's heavy body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, spraying blood mist along with it! The speed was so fast that it left a foul-smelling trail of blood in the air!
Outside the door, Pennywise the clown, who was also driven mad by the electric shock, waving his colorful claws and opening his terrifying mouth, trying to rush in through the broken door, just happened to meet him head-on!

"Bang—crash!!!"

Miles, covered in blood, crashed into the unsuspecting Joker! The two kings of top horror films, like bowling pins hit head-on by an out-of-control truck, rolled and dragged a trail of blood as they smashed through the wooden fence in front of the cabin and rolled onto the muddy ground mixed with sawdust and charred marks from electrocution!

Smoke and blood mist filled the air, and two figures writhed and twisted in pain amidst the filth, unable to separate or stand up immediately.

Fang Yu flicked the kitchen knife he had snatched, which was spotless and unblemished, and tossed it in the air.

He tilted his head slightly, his gaze piercing through an inconspicuous section of wooden fence, as if looking through the desperate controllers in the monitoring room, a chilling, bone-deep mockery curling at the corner of his mouth.

Behind him, Zhan Lan and Li Yingqi, inside the house, stood protectively in front of the still-shaken Zhou Juanjuan, their sword tips and spiritual energy poised to strike.

Zhao Yingkong gripped her two daggers tightly, coldly staring at the other terrifying beings outside who were still being stimulated by the strong electric current and were in a brief state of chaos.

Silence, like invisible ice water, instantly extinguished the last vestige of fervor in the monitoring room.

On the screen, the thermal imaging point representing Fang Yu burned like fire.

Outside the door, the signals representing Miles and the Joker were a chaotic mix of cold, pale white and dark red, representing serious injury.

Brent Hadley's mouth was open, his thick lips moving, but he couldn't make any meaningful sound. Only a deep echo came from the depths of the control panel, the sound of an ancient evil god awakening faster due to insufficient ritual power.

Time left for people all over the world
Running out.

The alloy boot soles struck the specially designed corrosion-resistant floor, producing a regular, cold echo that reverberated through the vast and deep underground containment facility.

The blinding yet cold beam of light swept repeatedly through the air, which was filled with a faint smell of ozone and disinfectant.

The fully armed "Night Watch" special forces team moved silently along the wide main corridor, large enough to accommodate aircraft. Their breathing was amplified inside their sealed gas-filtering helmets, sounding heavy and oppressive. On either side were towering, transparent cages constructed of countless thick, special-grade glass panels, reaching all the way to the dome.

Each cage flashes with a red or green data stream, indicating whether the object inside is "stable" or "dormant".

Deeper inside are units completely obscured by massive metal gates.

These are the truly dangerous entities that require the highest level of isolation.

Occasionally, some eerie sounds penetrated the soundproof barrier, a dull scraping sound as if some huge, hard claw was scratching the inner metal wall, a sticky, slippery wet sound.

Or, it was that indeterminate, low, inhuman murmur, like a sigh from the depths of hell.

The squad members kept their eyes fixed straight ahead, their fingers constantly on the triggers of their high-powered electromagnetic pulse rifles, their nerves on edge, as if patrolling the edge of a volcano.

"Patrol of Zone S on Floor 73 completed. No abnormal readings found in channels A through Z. All Level 1 containment units are in stable condition and are returning to the Central Control Station."

The squad leader's deep, concise voice reported through the encrypted channel, while lines of green status codes and spatial coordinates slid across the tactical visors inside his helmet.

This is their daily work: maintaining this vast and fragile "zoo" and preventing nightmares, materialized from human imagination, from truly destroying the world.

The area they had just passed through was a place that specifically housed "actors" who were relatively small in size but had extremely dangerous behavior patterns.

Just as the squad turned around and the heavy footsteps began to recede from the edge of the area—

"Hehehehe. Hehehe"

A tiny, plastic-scratching noise, mixed with a sharp, malicious child's laughter, came abruptly from the depths of the enclosed unit numbered "CH-137"—Chucky's private cell.

The sound pierced the air, instantly shattering the silence under high pressure.

The squad abruptly stopped, and their tactical flashlights were all shone towards the source of the sound!

On the heavy alloy door, at the hinge connecting multiple physical and energy locks, a pressure-bearing bolt is strangely and slowly rotating!

It seemed to be twisted by an invisible hand, its metallic surface reflecting a pale white light.

"Crash—bang!"

The bolt finally came loose and hit the floor with a sharp, mournful sound.

Immediately afterwards, a small fabric cutter, gleaming with a cold light and stained with old dirt, suddenly emerged from the gap left by the loose bolt!

"Eee-ha!!!"

Amidst screams filled with morbid excitement, the fabric cutter pried wildly as if it had a life of its own!
The blade rubs against the high-strength alloy, producing a teeth-grinding "crunch" sound and scattering a few fleeting sparks!

Under the incredulous gazes of the special forces members and the sudden flash of the laser aiming point, the gap was violently widened—a small figure made of rags, hard plastic, and resentment was using a monstrous strength disproportionate to its size to forcefully squeeze out from the dead corner of the physical lock!
"Thump!" Chucky, the brown-haired doll dressed in blue overalls and covered in stitches, landed lightly on the cold ground.

It moved its stiff plastic joints, making a soft "click" sound, and then raised its head.

The instant it looked up, its button-made, supposedly empty eyes precisely "focused" on the team member. On the plastic face, the strangely stitched corners of its mouth stretched into an arc that could never appear on the face of a human child—a cruel smile composed purely of malice and distortion!

At the same time, the enormous curved wall behind it, composed of countless transparent cages, and countless terrifying legends, coldly watched through the glass at the tiny yet successfully freed "kind" below.

Chucky's sharp, electronically distorted laughter echoed wildly through the vast containment hall. It raised its cloth cutter, pointing it at the imprisoned or sleeping nightmares on the wall, and then at the special forces team that looked like they were facing a formidable enemy and were trying to target it.

The doll looked at the special forces and chuckled evilly: "Slaughter~"

"Let's begin!"

(End of this chapter)