Chapter 113: The Terror Reborn

On the stage, Locaz finally ceased her movements. She gazed at the painting she had just completed with an obsession akin to a lover’s adoration.

The few onlookers who had been watching her paint displayed even more exaggerated expressions.

If Locaz’s regard for her painting was like that for a beloved, then these people looked upon the artwork with a reverence as if it were their master, as if they longed to kneel and prostrate themselves before it.

Just as everyone felt suffocated by these actions, Locaz suddenly turned her gaze towards them.

What expression did Locaz wear at that moment?

Undoubtedly, it was a smile—but the smile was unsettling, resembling the sinister grin of a grim reaper mockingly watching a group of doomed souls.

Every heart pounded wildly, and human instinct plunged them into an icy abyss of dread.

Each harbored an ominous premonition, yet their legs and feet seemed shackled, utterly unable to break free.

“What is happening? What on earth is going on?”

Fear gripped them all as their eyes fixed unwaveringly on Locaz, knowing that the source of this unsettling atmosphere was likely the woman before them.

After admiring her painting for some time, Locaz finally moved.

She raised the terrifying artwork high above her head and spun around, as if to present it for all to see.

“This painting is called the ‘Ultimate Evil Vengeful Spirit.’ It depicts the Ultimate Evil Vengeful Spirit itself. Look closely! See how terrifying it is, how beautiful!”

Locaz now resembled a madwoman, seemingly locking eyes with each person present.

Upon seeing the so-called ‘Ultimate Evil Vengeful Spirit’ painting, they all fell into a daze, collectively conjuring in their minds a dreadful specter.

It was a remorseless killer, permeated with the stench of blood, seemingly intent on slaughtering all humans—stirring a profound terror deep within them.

“Boom!”

Suddenly, their minds felt as if they had exploded, accompanied by immense pain. Instantly sobered, they cast fearful glances at the painting in Locaz’s hands, their legs trembling.

As some prepared to flee, the red clouds above twisted and coiled, hiding something ominous within.

A void appeared in the center of the cloud mass, and pale red moonlight streamed through, illuminating Locaz’s painting. Gradually, a colossal red figure materialized before everyone.

“The Ultimate Evil Vengeful Spirit! It’s the Ultimate Evil Vengeful Spirit! Run!”

Though this was their first encounter with the vengeful spirit, the painting had made them recognize it. Like seeing a great demon, they abandoned their composure as artists and fled desperately.

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Despite their escape, these ordinary people could never outrun Xiao Zi, a bizarre creature whose power had reached the B-level.

The scent of blood quickly permeated the scene. Anyone who glanced around was engulfed in the fear of death, plunging the area into chaos.

Witnessing this, the princess and the three Wesford brothers were dumbfounded.

“How is this possible? Why is such a powerful strange creature here?”

The eldest Wesford brother had just voiced this question when an unsettling possibility struck him.

“Impossible… could the king be cooperating with these creatures?”

The princess trembled violently, stunned into momentary paralysis.

“Though unbelievable, if you tell me that my father, that bastard, is scheming with a strange creature for his own plans, I would believe it without hesitation.”

Without time to ponder further, the princess swiftly stood and surrounded the four of them with water, saying, “This way, the creature won’t sense our presence. We have to run.”

As the four hurriedly prepared to flee, a figure suddenly appeared before the princess.

Made of swirling yellow sand, the figure rapidly dissipated to reveal a young man beneath.

An Eastern face—who else could it be but Wang Hui?

Upon seeing the princess, he raised an eyebrow and teased, “Beautiful lady, where are you rushing off to in such a hurry?”

The princess instinctively swung a slap at him.

Yet, as her palm struck Wang Hui’s face, it passed through as his face transformed into sand, and her slap hit nothing but air.

In the next moment, his face returned to normal. “Little beauty, physical attacks seem ineffective against me.”

Before he could finish, another slap came—this time infused with water.

Wang Hui, sensing the potential harm, swiftly dodged.

“Such a temper isn’t good, you know.”

Having already classified Wang Hui as a strange creature, the princess, seeing him evade her attack, immediately turned to leave with the Wesford brothers.

But barely two steps away, she felt a terrifying presence behind her.

So overwhelming was the aura that she struggled to breathe. With difficulty, she turned to see a heavily armored figure glaring coldly at her, his thick right arm exposed.

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In his hand, he held three severed heads—clearly those of the Wesford brothers.

Though not exorcists, the Wesford brothers were noble scions of the Sunset Kingdom, trained in martial arts since childhood. Yet before this man, they were instantly slain without a sound.

Could this man be allied with the desert youth, Wang Hui?

The princess was terrified—truly terrified. The dread of death filled her entire being.

The Ultimate Evil Vengeful Spirit, Wang Hui of the desert, and this unknown armored monster—any one of them could obliterate her in an instant, leaving no chance for resistance.

Could it be that her father feared she might never die?

Faced with death, few surrender so easily, yet the princess collapsed to the ground, utterly defeated.

“Hahaha, quite amusing. To prevent the deep sea’s awakening, you’d stoop to such depths?”

Her laughter was tinged with despair. Her mother was already dead—why would her father refuse to spare her?

Was it just because of her faint divine powers?

Feeling death near, the princess glanced back one last time, seeing the armored figure raising his massive arm to strike.

Yet, just as she braced for the end, she saw the monster’s arm entwined by a swirl of yellow sand, accompanied by Wang Hui’s confident voice.

“Hey big brother, you can’t be so rough with a lady.”

In the next instant, the sand enveloped the armored monster’s entire body, followed by a tremendous explosion.

“Boom!”

The monster’s helmet shattered, revealing its face.

Its eyes bulged unnaturally, devoid of any life, blood vessels crawling all over its face—a grotesque sight.

One eye fixed on the princess, the other quickly locked onto Wang Hui.

After a moment, Wang Hui distinctly heard the creature whispering softly.

“Kill me… kill me, please kill me!”