Starting as a prodigy wanting milk? A world-destroying deception in the opposite direction.

The shaman Garro's body was expanding violently, and his bones were making a "crackling" sound.

A cold, ancient will, filled with extreme malice, descended.

All living beings in the sacrificial site, friend or foe, felt a sudden tightness in their hearts, as if gripped by an invisible hand. An indescribable chill and fear, originating from their life instincts, rose from their spines.

All living beings in the sacrificial site, friend or foe, felt a sudden tightness in their hearts, as if gripped by an invisible hand.

"Welcome, God of Bones, to bestow your divine power!"

Garro’s voice became overlapping and distorted, as if countless voices were roaring at the same time.

His originally weak body was now filled with explosive power. The barrier of the late stage of the second tier was about to be completely broken through under the infusion of this external power, and he was faintly touching the threshold of the third tier.

His body erupted with crimson light, as if it contained the cries and terrors of countless dying beings. Just looking at him made people's minds waver and gave them the urge to flee.

"Oh no! He's forcibly drawing upon the power of the evil god! This power... is aimed directly at the mind!" Ye Zhi Qiu exclaimed in shock, his face turning pale, and even the circulation of his own mental power became sluggish.

Zhao Huaijin gripped his longsword tightly:

"Can Shen Zhen withstand this... mental shock?"

Chen Xi saw Shen Zhen sway under that soul-chilling pressure, and her own heart was pounding uncontrollably as many terrifying images flashed through her mind.

High in the sky, Yi Tianxing forced back the Wolf Batu clan chief with a single sword strike. His gaze swept down, and his brows furrowed slightly. He too had sensed that evil will.

He Wushuang's movements were elusive; ice crystals condensed, temporarily trapping the Fourth Elder, and he also spared a sliver of his attention:

"Brother Yi, your disciple... is quite interesting."

Zhao Yi brandished his broadsword and laughed heartily.

"More than just interesting, daring to confront this pseudo-god-possessed thing head-on at the early stage of the second tier, not bad!"

He suddenly changed the subject:

"However, I seemed to sense spatial power just now. Old Yi, your disciple is quite the hidden talent!"

Yi Tianxing said calmly:

"Sigh, fledglings must fly on their own." Despite saying this, the golden mental energy flowing around him quietly gathered a bit more, ready to deal with the worst-case scenario at any time.

He sighed inwardly, "It seems my disciple's secret... can't be kept secret any longer."

On the sacrificial site, Shen Zhen felt the terrifying pressure coming at him. This pressure was like a cold tentacle, drilling directly into his mind and frantically stirring up the memories and emotions deep in his heart.

He seemed to see the scene of his mother Lin Wanru's sacrifice again, and the despair and helplessness were magnified a hundredfold; he saw Lu Renjia's fallen figure, and guilt and sorrow surged over him.

These forcibly stirred negative emotions are about to drag him into the abyss.

"Despair? Fear? Kneel down, you ants, offer your souls and worship in eternal trembling!" Garro's voice was full of temptation and corruption.

Just then, the green lamp in his arms trembled slightly, and a righteous, peaceful, and unwavering protective spirit flowed through his heart like a clear spring, instantly washing away all the distracting thoughts that had been stirred up.

At the same time, the power deep within him, originating from "despair," seemed to sense the presence of its own kind and reacted violently to this foreign power filled with "fear."

It's not rejection, but rather an almost greedy "desire" and "resonance".

"It's all fake! It's all fake!" Shen Zhen's eyes regained their clarity, even sharper than before.

"You think you can defeat me with fear? You've got the wrong person!"

He took the initiative and moved swiftly, unleashing the Shadow Strike to its fullest extent. This time, a total of five solid figures rushed towards Garro from different directions.

Under the pervasive interference of the thought of "fear," his movements, though heavy, carried an indescribable "smoothness."

"A trivial skill!"

Garro grinned maliciously, sweeping his bone staff horizontally, creating a blood-red gale that seemed capable of freezing souls, impacting everyone's minds.

As the gale passed, the three afterimages shattered instantly, but the other two strangely pierced through the gaps in the gale, one aiming straight for his throat and the other striking his ribs.

This terrifyingly precise timing and positioning gave onlookers the illusion that "he predicted all attack trajectories."

"Um?"

Garro was slightly surprised. Shen Zhen's control over the afterimages and his grasp of timing far exceeded his expectations, and he had to parry with his staff.

"clang!"

"clang!"

With two crisp sounds, Shen Zhen's finger ruler collided with the bone staff, bursting out dazzling sparks.

Shen Zhen felt a tremendous force mixed with a chilling, bone-chilling sense of "fear" surge through him. His blood and qi surged, and the five figures merged into one. He staggered back more than ten steps, felt a sweet taste in his throat, and swallowed back the blood that was rising in his throat.

Such immense power! Is this the oppressive feeling of approaching the third tier and incorporating direct mental attacks?

What shocked him even more was that, at the moment of impact, he clearly sensed that the sinister power containing Garro's attack, which instilled fear, reacted violently as soon as it came into contact with the "despair" mental power within his body.

A more powerful, domineering, and destructive mixed force suddenly arose in his meridians, bringing tearing pain and a feeling of swelling.

This power is incredibly tempting, seemingly capable of easily tearing apart any enemy before it, yet it also exudes an extremely dangerous aura, like a ferocious beast that could turn on its master at any moment.

He vaguely understood that this might be his only chance to fight against or even utilize this evil force, but the price would likely be far greater than he imagined.

"Do you see that? That's Kamui! What can you use to block it! Tremble in fear!"

Garro pressed his advantage, raising his bone staff once more. From the crimson vortex, several blood spears, seemingly composed of solidified malice and despair, condensed, their tips dripping with a mind-numbing, eerie green droplet.

At the same time, his body shone with a bright crimson light, and he shot straight at Shen Zhen like a crimson meteor.

The power borrowed from the God of Bones erupted with a deafening roar, and a deadly chill that could freeze the soul swept across the entire arena.

This was his final blow, aimed not only at tearing Shen Zhen's body apart, but also at dragging her soul completely into boundless darkness.

That's enough!

Garro charged in like a blood-red demon god, his terrifying blood spears sealing off all of Shen Zhen's escape routes.

He was in an unprecedented predicament. His mental energy was greatly depleted, and his mind was being subjected to continuous mental attacks. If he tried to resist, he would surely die.

"It's over, it's really over!" Agutuo was ashen-faced, and he had already written his will in his mind.

"Shut up." Zhao Huaijin coldly rebuked, but his voice also carried a slight, imperceptible tremor. The fear that came from the depths of his soul, even if it wasn't directed at him, made his scalp tingle.

Ye Zhi Qiu and the others were furious, wanting to help but were forced to stay away by the terrifying pressure, and even their own mental energy was sluggish.

High in the sky, Yi Tianxing's eyes narrowed; he couldn't wait any longer.

It's already a miracle that my disciple has managed to hold on this long, but facing this evil god's power that has been combined with mental attacks, the slightest carelessness could result in damage to his soul. The golden mental power around him began to fluctuate violently.

At this critical moment, a look of determination and madness flashed in Shen Zhen's eyes.

Instead of dodging, he charged towards Garro and made a near-suicidal decision: he stopped resisting the craving for the evil power of "fear" within him and instead tried to guide and absorb it.

"Aaaaaah—!"

The moment the two made contact, Shen Zhen let out a painful roar.