High-level martial arts: Contract cashback, invincible starting from the Zerg.

Soon, Chen Feng and Wei Yang arrived at the Domain Manor in the competitive city.

Domain Manor is where Weiyang exchanges for arena loot every time, and it is also an important part of how the arena city eventually evolved into the "Gate of the Dao".

The manor is surrounded by a black steel wall that is several meters high.

Outside the wall lay a silent forest, filled with an eerie atmosphere that sent chills down Chen Feng's spine.

As Wei Yang approached the manor gate first...

Squeak, squeak!

The dilapidated-looking iron gate began to slowly recede.

It was as if some mysterious force was driving it.

Just then, a gust of wind blew past the two of them, carving a path through the fallen leaves that led to the depths of the manor.

"This place is a bit eerie," Chen Feng said.

"This place is integrated with the Arena City. As long as you provide enough loot, you can unlock the hidden buildings and items in the manor. Correspondingly, a part of the Arena City will also be activated as a result," Wei Yang explained.

"I've heard you mention it, so what's our current progress?"

"The Gate of the Dao was established in the 4000th year... We are currently in the 1250th year. I still need to defeat at least two more Dark Gods before I can leave this place," Wei Yang explained.

"The Dark Gods?" Chen Feng asked, somewhat surprised.

The Dark Gods are the most unique branch among the gods.

Their mastery of spatial manipulation far surpasses that of most Protoss, and by using shadow as a medium, they can hunt almost any prey that interests them.

However, in addition to their greatly enhanced hunting abilities in the shadows, they possess an extremely overpowered ability—"plundering and copying."

The Dark Gods possess the ability to replicate the skills of other races when fighting against them.

This skill is not simply imitation, but a terrifying talent with plundering and enhancement attributes.

The more skill damage they take, the more they not only gain complete mastery of the enemy's skills, but they can also corrupt those skills into enhanced abilities for the Shadow Gods.

"Yes, two Dark Gods of at least the same rank as me..." Wei Yang said, pursing her lips.

"That's no different from playing Russian roulette," Chen Feng said.

[Core gameplay: Load a bullet into the cylinder of a six-round revolver, rotate the cylinder, point the muzzle at your head, and pull the trigger. The gamble is that your bullet won't hit the barrel, while someone else's will.]

"It's even more complicated than what you said... The true rank of the Dark Gods can't be judged solely by their combatant rank; we also need to look at their second divine status—the replicator rank. The more skills my opponent has, the more disadvantaged I'll be," Wei Yang explained.

Just then, Chen Feng, who was walking behind Wei Yang, finally saw the main body of the manor.

It was a weathered, abandoned Gothic castle.

The castle is built of dark gray weathered stone blocks, and some of the collapsed stone walls are tightly wrapped by dark green vines, which imprison this place of judgment in eternal silence like chains.

The entire castle was shrouded in eternal gloom.

Every brick and stone seemed to be imbued with the despair of the defeated and the lamentations of the eternally sleeping heroes.

"This is the Eighth One from the manor that I told you about."

Wei Yang said, raising her hand forward and pointing to a humanoid puppet made of an unknown material.

In front of the castle gate of the Domain Manor.

Standing there was a Gothic-style puppet servant exuding an air of decay.

The puppet's upper body leans forward, its arms hang naturally at its sides, and its fingertips almost touch the gravel-strewn ground, as if it has maintained the same "welcoming guests" posture for hundreds of years.

When Wei Yang and Chen Feng walked up to the humanoid puppet.

The puppet servant's abdomen immediately emitted a sound like wood rubbing together.

Her voice could be faintly heard coming from behind.

"Hello... I'm... Ba."

"She is the eighth puppet servant of this fortress, and the only castle puppet I have unlocked so far. She will lead us to number seven, which is the next mission," Wei Yang explained, waving the blood-stained leather pouch in her hand.

"Wei Yang...contestant, would you...like to...activate...Trial Number Seven?"

The puppet in Castle Number Eight asked intermittently.

It sounds as rigid as a human-machine interface.

"My choice is to accept the trial of number seven," Wei Yang said calmly.

"Then...please come with me..."

The joints of Puppet Number Eight suddenly emitted a piercing "click-creak-" sound, as if rusty gears were being forcibly pried open.

The next moment, the eighth puppet's crooked body swayed stiffly, and its wooden feet slammed heavily onto the stone surface, producing a dull echo.

As the castle gates opened, Puppet Number Eight led Wei Yang and Chen Feng inside.

...

The moment you enter the castle, the surrounding light is suddenly swallowed up, and a chilling atmosphere mixed with rotten wood, damp mold, and rust hits you.

The stench of decay was so thick it was almost tangible.

The heavy footsteps of Puppet Number Eight were particularly jarring in the corridor.

"Click—creak—"

Just as Number Eight reached a dusty base, the puppet's body suddenly stopped moving and froze in place.

Her head turned at an extremely strange angle, looking at an iron base on the left side of her body.

My whole being felt like it had been paused...

Just as Chen Feng and Wei Yang stopped and patiently awaited the outcome...

A wooden door in front of them slowly opened.

In the darkness behind that wooden door, two faint beams of purple light shone through, like the eyes of a wild beast lurking in the night.

Soon, the eerie figure emerged from the darkness behind the wooden door, and Chen Feng and Wei Yang finally saw the seventh puppet that had walked out of the darkness.

She looks more human, and her body curves are softer.

But like Number Eight, her face was also made of various bizarre materials... There were two huge cross buttons in the eye sockets, and her body was dressed in the clothes of a maid from the old era.

"Look! Isn't that my poor sister?"

Puppet No. 7, who had walked up to Puppet No. 8, suddenly let out a series of eerie laughs.