My Strange Tale Love Strategy Simulator

Under Zhang Ying's shocked gaze, the blood began to mix together!

Originally, each drop of blood had its own boundaries; they could mix and aggregate, but were essentially independent liquids. But now, those boundaries are disappearing, and they are becoming a single mass.

The total amount is constantly decreasing.

The blood wasn't lost; instead, it was compressed even more tightly.

The color of the blood gradually changed from dark red to bright red.

Zhang Ying noticed this.

He could feel that the compressed blood was becoming extremely difficult to control.

When he was controlling the Blood Lake before, the blood felt like an extension of his fingers, and the control was very smooth with almost no resistance.

But it's different now.

This compressed blood is like a wild beast locked in a cage. It obeys his commands, but every command is met with fierce resistance.

He needed to use much more force than before to make the blood act according to his will.

Moreover, they can easily scatter if you're not careful.

Once dispersed, the energy compressed within the blood will be released instantly.

The force it releases could very well affect him, blasting him into the air.

A layer of cold sweat seeped out from Zhang Ying's back.

His current situation is like holding a bomb that could explode at any moment.

If you throw it, it can hit the enemy.

If you don't throw it out, you'll get blown up yourself.

His original plan was to get close to the Deadly Demon and then use high pressure to propel the Blood Blade to damage it.

That method is relatively safe; he can keep his distance and attack from outside the range of the Sick Death Ghost's attack.

But now, it is no longer possible to use this compressed blood to condense a high-speed flying blood blade.

This blood is too unstable to maintain its shape during high-speed flight. It would explode the moment it leaves the hand, making it impossible for it to reach the diseased and deadly creature.

But there are both disadvantages and advantages.

Zhang Ying stared at the lake of blood beneath his feet, so vivid it was almost blinding, feeling the surging power within the blood.

He sensed an extremely unstable and immense power emanating from this compressed blood.

Those forces constantly exploded and coalesced within the blood, exploding, coalescing, exploding again, coalescing again. Each explosion generated a powerful thrust, and each coalescing pulled those thrusts back.

If we can utilize this power, we might be able to completely break through the defenses of the Disease-Death Ghost!

Zhang Ying raised his head.

The death from illness is imminent.

The bird-beak mask was just a few meters away, its dark yellow eyes staring straight at him through the eyeholes, its black coat fluttering gently in the still air.

There was no time to think about it anymore.

Zhang Ying immediately manipulated the compressed blood beneath his feet, concentrating it in his right hand.

The bright red blood rose from the soles of his feet, climbed up his right leg, passed through his waist, chest, and shoulders, and finally gathered in his right hand. The blood flowed, congealed, and shaped between his palms and fingers.

He cupped his right hand, fingers together.

A blood-red blade, more than a meter long, extended from his fingertips.

The blade was entirely bright red, gleaming with a vivid blood-red light in the sunlight.

Its edges are as thin as a cicada's wing, and you can see blood slowly flowing on the blade, as if it were alive.

The entire knife exuded a chilling aura, an aura devoid of any eerie coldness, containing only pure power.

Zhang Ying clenched his fingers tightly, the hilt of the knife becoming one with his palm, as if it were a part of his body.

He didn't stop.

There was still blood left in the lake beneath his feet. The remaining compressed blood propelled him forward, increasing his speed considerably!

A strong push-back sensation came over him, and the wild wind made his hair fly everywhere.

Zhang Ying raised his head and looked at the sick and dead ghost in front of him.

The bird-beak mask was within reach.

Zhang Ying quickly approached, finally causing the Sickly Death Ghost to make a move.

The dark yellow eyes beneath the bird-beak mask narrowed slightly, and the black coat fluttered even without wind.

The sick and dead ghost raised an arm, its palm aimed at Zhang Ying, who was rushing towards it.

A layer of black yin energy suddenly shot out from his palm.

That wasn't the slowly spreading mist from before, but a solidified, almost tangible black column of energy. Yin energy surged from the palm of the Sickly Dead Ghost, like a black python, crashing straight towards Zhang Ying.

The dense black aura instantly obscured Zhang Ying's entire field of vision.

All that remained before me was pure darkness; I could see no streets, no wooden houses, no ghosts of the sick and dead.

The yin energy struck the protective barrier in front of Zhang Ying.

The surface of the shield was immediately stained by the surging black yin energy. The originally dark red blood coating began to turn black, spreading from the outside in, as if an invisible corrosion was devouring the structure of the shield.

Zhang Ying sensed that the protective shield was gradually slipping out of his control.

The feeling was like holding a rope in your hand, but the other end was being pulled away forcefully. The shield became increasingly sluggish and weak in its response to his commands.

But Zhang Ying did not stop.

The compressed blood beneath his feet propelled his body forward without slowing him down. The protective shield was on the verge of collapse, but that didn't matter; he didn't need it to hold for much longer.

In a moment of impulse, the protective barrier in front of him became extremely unstable.

The blood on the surface began to tremble violently, as if it were boiling, bubbling up in large quantities. Those bubbles burst on the surface of the shield, and with each burst, the shield's stability decreased by one point.

boom!

The protective shield exploded!

It wasn't breached by Yin energy, but rather deliberately detonated by Zhang Ying. Blood-red fragments flew in all directions, and the shockwave from the explosion spread outwards from Zhang Ying.

The shockwave struck the black, yin energy, scattering the yin energy exhaled by the diseased, dead ghost. The shockwave tore a large gash in the black mist, like a piece of black cloth being ripped in half.

The surrounding viruses were also pushed away by the impact of the explosion, creating a brief blank area centered on Zhang Ying.

The figure of the sick and dead ghost appeared before Zhang Ying's eyes.

The two were less than a meter apart.

Zhang Ying could even see the wrinkles on the black coat of the sickly ghost, the tiny scratches on the bird-beak mask, and his own reflection in the dark yellow eyes through the eye holes of the mask.

He raised the blood-red longsword in his hand.

The blade, formed from compressed blood, gleamed with a vivid red light in his hand, the blood still slowly flowing on its surface, as if yearning for something.

He was about to strike the body of the sick and dead monster.

Just then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw an extremely dark shadow appear beside him.

The black shadow appeared to his left, less than two meters away, and was rapidly deepening and expanding.

He suddenly turned his head.

Behind him, a large mass of floating yin energy gathered.

The yin energy, which was originally scattered throughout the streets, seemed to have received some kind of command and gathered from all directions into one place, condensing into a thick, blackish mass of energy.

That cloud of yin energy, carrying a potent smallpox virus, was suddenly attacking him from behind!

Another feint attack!