Taboo and destruction.
Embodied in this monster’s form.
Crucially... Chen Feng sensed robust energy fluctuations from it.
Is it a monster made from the corpses of professionals? Or perhaps... does that Puppet Master have some ability to extract power, instilling strength into the puppet’s body after making it?
This certainly piqued Chen Feng’s interest.
This monster harbored the force of Silver Peak, crafted from human limbs intertwined, something only a madman could create—truly a twisted creature.
It bore limbs reminiscent of an Inferior Demon, nine in total, exuding a terrifying aura. The arms were deathly pale, yet the fingers were pitch black, clearly coated in poison.
On its body, the dozen human faces still bore varying expressions of joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness, presenting the vicissitudes of life as though one might fall into the abyss, where a hundred ghosts paraded, clenching their teeth and claws.
Although these faces had different expressions, their gazes were rather vacant, yet even so, everyone felt as if they were being watched by dead eyes. The professionals coped relatively well, but the ordinary people began to panic a little, with palms sweating and a sense of fear creeping up.
It moved!
At this moment, the monster suddenly slid forward, tasked as the Guardian of this place to slaughter any intruding enemies.
The mass of corpses was merely a beginning.
And this possibly was the mastermind’s welcoming ceremony.
The monster was manipulated by unknown forces. First, it made a few feigning motions, then its body trembled, splaying its nine arms and charging toward the group.
Everyone was struck with alarm, but Chen Feng waved, and the surrounding warriors retreated a few steps knowingly.
This wasn’t the time for pledging loyalty. The warriors who sailed with Chen Feng had been through several battles with him, they knew better than anyone the destructive power this seemingly unimpressive leader could unleash in battle!
However, at this moment, Chen Feng allowed the monster to approach him, having no intention of dodging.
"Boom!"
A muffled explosion erupted, as ink-like black smoke clouds appeared before the monster, thrusting it away.
A graceful silhouette materialized before Chen Feng.
Elwin.
Since advancing to Gold, Chen Feng had always wanted to witness this Dark Elf’s abilities. As a Summoner, Chen Feng hadn’t forgotten what his true reliance was.
Elwin’s will no longer veered toward decay and death, but to a tangible dark power, which felt like the night sky devoid of stars, with an eerie sensation of pulling one into a swamp never to rise again.
At this moment, Elwin was not the same as before. Her once-lustful gaze now had a dreamlike haze, filled with primal fear, akin to the terror faced when alone in the dark as a child—a fear pure and inarticulate.
Her eyes, filled with dense battle intent, faced forward, having seen countless terrifying enemies in the Abyss. Thus, the monster before her couldn’t render her helpless.
Elwin hadn’t changed; she simply became stronger.
The Dark Elf symbolizes darkness, slaughter, death, and destruction.
Silence pervaded without light; the entire ballroom was enveloped in fear, with saliva steadily dripping on the ground, creating a solemn atmosphere that penetrated intensely to the heart.
"Don’t use arrows; let me see the new power you’ve mastered..."
The pitiful monster probably had no idea that its relied-upon body, in Chen Feng’s view, was merely a stepping stone for Elwin.