This actor is full of tricks.

This familiar feeling!

Fu Yu turned around abruptly and saw a figure in a white coat walking into the stairwell from the stairwell entrance.

His figure was tall and slender, with a handsome face bearing his usual gentle smile. Behind his gold-rimmed glasses, his eyes were peaceful and calm, possessing a magical power to soothe the soul.

If you ignored the raging flames enveloping him, anyone who saw him would think he was a good doctor of excellent character and high moral standing.

"Zhou Yue?" Fu Yu was stunned. He hadn't expected that the other person would appear here so soon after he had just thought of him.

"Long time no see." Lin Jue gave Fu Yu a very warm smile. Fu Yu was burdened with more strange things, but he showed no signs of losing his mind. It seemed that he had mastered how to control those fierce and strange things.

This was very good news for Lin Jue. Fu Yu's rationality meant that putting the other person in the raincoat would not have a significant impact on his own rationality.

He had already considered the other person a friend in his heart. Since they were friends, they should be inseparable and support each other.

Or so he thought.

Fu Yu forced a smile. Although the guy in front of him was smiling very enthusiastically, he inexplicably felt that he had ill intentions.

"It must be my imagination. This Zhou Yue is a good person with the purest kindness. My first impression of people is usually not wrong."

Fu Yu shook his head, thinking it was just his imagination. He moved closer to Lin Jue, blocking the gaze of Patient No. 8: "Zhou Yue, why are you here?"

"Now is not the time for catching up. Let's kill that guy first, then we can have a proper chat."

Lin Jue walked past Fu Yu, who was startled and reached out to stop him: "Be careful! That guy is powerful, let's team up..."

Before he could finish speaking, a flash of light appeared before his eyes, and Lin Jue had already rushed towards Patient Number 8.

"Why has he become so impulsive?" Fu Yu frowned. He had secretly observed Lin Jue on Yangtao Street for a period of time. Although Lin Jue's behavior was sometimes unpredictable, he was generally quite calm. Why was he so impulsive this time?

His understanding of Lin Jue's strength was still based on his time on Yangtao Street, so he couldn't understand why Lin Jue would dare to blindly forge ahead when facing the terrifyingly strong Patient No. 8.

Fu Yu wiped the black blood from the corner of his mouth, gripped his axe, and prepared to go to help. The next moment, his body suddenly froze, and an unconcealable shock appeared on his face.

Because the patient, whom he thought was unstoppable, was actually knocked away by Lin Jue, as if he had been hit by a speeding car, and landed heavily ten meters away.

But Patient No. 8 was no pushover. Although both were at the third level, he was much stronger than Patient No. 12. The moment he landed, countless bolts of lightning erupted from his hands, weaving into an impenetrable electric net that enveloped Lin Jue along the corridor.

"It does look quite powerful." Lin Jue said this, but his expression remained unchanged. He chanted the Corona Prayer, and a fiery red sun rose behind him, with balls of fire condensing.

"However, it's weaker than I expected."

Lin Jue shook his head, waved his hand forward, and countless fireballs that had gathered behind him roared away, like meteorites falling from the sky, slamming heavily onto the electric grid.

boom!
The collision of lightning and fire produced a peculiar chemical reaction. The electric arc, carrying sparks, spread in all directions, bursting forth with dazzling light. The entire sixth floor was shaking, as if it would collapse at any moment.

The combined power of these lightning bolts and flames was unimaginable. The monsters inside Fu Yu's raincoat were instantly shattered upon contact with even a trace of them, offering no resistance whatsoever. Even Fu Yu, a C-rank warrior, was forced to retreat, his face pale. The light was too dazzling; he couldn't see what was happening inside at all.

Amidst the dazzling lightning and fire, Lin Jue walked on flames, his body enveloped in a milky-white light shield—a power from the bronze bell—which resisted the constantly exploding lightning and fire.

Even if the light shield doesn't last long, it's enough for Lin Jue to get to Patient No. 8.

However, Patient No. 8 reacted quickly. The moment the thunder and flames collided, he realized that he was no match for Lin Jue. He got up and decisively ran towards the other end of the corridor.

Seeing that something was wrong, he immediately tried to run away.

Besides its immense power, thunder has another characteristic: speed.

Patient No. 8 took this characteristic to the extreme, almost turning into a streak of lightning. His speed surprised even Lin Jue. In the blink of an eye, he rushed to the stairwell and ran downstairs at lightning speed.

Lin Jue took off after him. He didn't want the guy to escape. Almost all the patients in that mental hospital were enemies, and letting the enemy escape was like releasing a tiger back into the mountains.

He was fast, but still quite a bit slower than Patient No. 8. He had just reached the stairwell when the other patient had already run down two floors.

The sun behind them grew brighter and brighter, and the power of the flames surged instantly, with countless flames converging into a fire dragon that surged down the stairs.

The corpses scattered on the stairs instantly evaporated, leaving not even a trace of ash, demonstrating the immense destructive power of the fire dragon. However, the fire dragon's attack range was limited, barely reaching the length of two flights of stairs before its power waned and it gradually went out.

"Is this going to let this guy get away?"

Lin Jue looked back at the outside of the stairwell, wondering whether he should use the protective force of the light shield to jump directly from the sixth floor and make an American-style interception right downstairs.

Back when he was in school, the bronze bell protected him well when he fell from the fourth floor, so jumping from the sixth floor shouldn't have been a big problem.

Before he could make a move, a pungent smell of blood hit him, and blood began to seep from the walls, floor, and ceiling of the stairwell. A bloody figure burst out of the blood, moving even faster than him, and leaped down the stairwell in a sea of ​​blood.

The sea of ​​blood exploded and then gathered again on the ground, and the figure of the blood shadow emerged from it, bringing with it waves of blood as it attacked Patient No. 8, who had just escaped from the first floor.

"This guy is really sleepy; it took such a commotion to wake him up."

Seeing this, Lin Jue breathed a sigh of relief. With Xue Ying helping to delay Patient No. 8, he would have enough time to chase after him downstairs.

Without any hesitation, Lin Jue grabbed the bronze bell and jumped off the building.

The previously chaotic sixth floor returned to calm. Fu Yu stood there, staring in horror at the ruins of the sixth floor.

Lin Jue's strength had become so great that he could not even look up to him. Last time, although he was wary of the opponent's flames, he was confident that he still had a fighting chance. But now he felt that he might not even be able to withstand a single move from the opponent. Those flames were enough to burn him and his raincoat to ashes.

He was glad that he hadn't acted impulsively and attacked Lin Jue, otherwise his fate might have been even more tragic than those raincoat-clad ghosts who were accidentally killed by the flames.

(End of this chapter)