Luo Dian held a large, black cleaver. It seemed that vengeful spirits were constantly emerging from the blade, screaming, and then sinking back down, as if they were trapped in a dark swamp, unable to escape.
His current bizarre appearance would send chills down anyone's spine.
"Tap, tap..."
Luo Dian walked out step by step, his footsteps making a harsh, grating sound as if bone spurs were hitting the floor.
Holding a machete, he swung it at his fleeing subordinates from a distance. Even though the distance was great and the blade never directly struck them, his subordinates were instantly torn apart as if struck by an invisible blade, their blood flowing everywhere.
Seeing this, the remaining survivors turned deathly pale. Luo Dian had the ability to kill people regardless of spatial distance, and they didn't know where Luo Dian's limits were or how far they had to run to be safe.
They now realize that no matter how fast they run, they seem unable to outrun Luo Dian's long-range slash.
Someone roared, "Running is death anyway, might as well fight! Maybe we can survive!"
As employees of a violent debt collection company, none of the people present were easy to deal with. Seeing that there was no hope of escape, they all started looking for weapons.
They thought they might be able to use their superior numbers to defeat Luo Dian, who had become a monster.
This wasn't due to overconfidence, but rather the only option they had when they had no other choice.
Someone threw a fruit knife, which stabbed straight into Luo Dian's left eye.
If Luo Dian were a normal creature, his eyes might be his weakness.
Unfortunately, after the fruit knife struck Luo Dian's eye, only a dull thud was heard. He himself seemed unharmed, and the large black cleaver in his hand still exuded an ominous aura.
He raised his knife and slashed at the person who had just thrown the fruit knife. The eerie, Supernatural aura transformed into an invisible strike, cracking the ground and splitting the person and the wall behind them in two.
The terrifying power of Luo Dian extinguished any remaining courage the group had just mustered to gang up on them.
"Don't be afraid, everyone! The more afraid you are, the faster you'll die. We can't delay any longer. If we do, more people will die, and the rest of us will have even less chance of survival!" someone shouted in a trembling voice.
Although they didn't know why their boss had suddenly become like this, everything was about survival now; survival came first, and everything else had to come later.
"Let's all go together! Even if we die, we'll drag this idiot Hell!"
They were all people who operated in the gray area. After realizing that they would hardly survive if they didn't subdue Luo Dian, most of the survivors became bloodthirsty and rushed towards Luo Dian with all kinds of weapons.
Unfortunately, they did virtually no damage to Luo Dian; they didn't even harm a single hair on his Luo Dian.
Luo Dian was like a ruthless killing machine; with a few light swings of his blade, everyone around him was reduced to pieces.
Blood spread across the ground, and severed limbs were scattered everywhere.
Those who had the courage to charge forward all died, while those who lacked courage turned and ran, yet still could not escape Luo Dian's pursuit.
Luo Dian swung his knife at their retreating figures, and several more mangled corpses appeared on the ground.
All the living people on the fourth floor had been cleared out. Luo Dian did not linger there and slowly walked downstairs.
However, the third, second, and first floors were now deserted. The company's main elites rushed up to the fourth-floor offices, followed by a violent commotion of smashing and screaming.
Those who hadn't gone up to the fourth floor to curry favor naturally fled or hid after hearing these sounds. Even the slowest-witted person now knew to find a toilet to hide in.
The Ghost Blade gleamed with a dark, chilling light, and Luo Dian's eyes were bloodshot, his mind and body filled with killing intent.
Blood dripped from the tip of the knife onto the ground, leaving a trail of marks.
Luo Dian walked all the way to the first floor and looked at the empty lobby, suddenly feeling a sense of disorientation.
"What... what's wrong with me...?"
He seemed to regain his senses for a moment, but was quickly controlled by the Ghost Blade again, and walked out of the office building step by step.
The piercing sound of sirens grew louder as fully armed police cars surrounded the scene. Everyone stared in horror at Luo Dian, this dark, blood-soaked monster.
Local police received a call reporting that someone had mutated and was indiscriminately killing people, showing no regard for family.
In the past, this might have been considered a joke, like making a false police report, but now it's being taken very seriously.
Since the incident occurred in New Yan City, Feng Qian, who had just been transferred to the Supernatural Administration, immediately rushed to the scene to take over the handling of the matter, and snipers and pistol gunners were all ready to take their positions.
"What's wrong with this world?!" Feng Qian exclaimed, staring at the dark, knife-wielding monster that emerged from the office building.
He then immediately gave the order, "Fire!"
At a command, everyone opened fire simultaneously, unleashing a barrage of shots at Luo Dian.
"Tap tap..."
The bullet struck Luo Dian with a strange, muffled sound. Luo Dian did not suffer much physical damage; he was only knocked back slightly by the impact of the bullet.
However, his barely regained sanity was completely shattered by the deafening gunfire.
He raised his large, black cleaver and charged towards the troops surrounding him.
Seeing the monster suddenly leap up, Feng Qian's pupils contracted sharply, and he immediately commanded, "Retreat! Retreat quickly! Get away from that monster!"
Feng Qian's intention was to avoid casualties, so upon discovering the monster's sudden attack, he immediately tried to get his men to retreat and stay away from it.
But it was precisely this order that inadvertently led to even greater casualties.
Originally, Luo Dian was just holding a knife and charging forward fearlessly, intending to slash people. But when he noticed someone turning their back to him, he immediately slashed at the person's back from a distance, and a corpse split in two appeared on the ground, along with a police car that was in the same straight line.
Upon seeing this, Feng Qian gasped, but he soon noticed that the police car, split in two, was leaking fuel, creating an oil puddle on the ground, which Luo Dian had stepped on.
Feng Qian fired a shot without hesitation.
Flames erupted instantly, turning Luo Dian into a human torch.
Other people nearby should quickly move away to avoid accidental injury.
The raging fire was accompanied by billowing smoke, and the heat made one's skin feel tight.
Feng Qian stared at the ball of flame. "Don't let your guard down..."
He had only spoken halfway when a figure emerged from the flames.
Luo Dian's clothes were burned away, and his skin was blackened by the smoke, making him look more like Fierce Ghost crawling out of the abyss.
The thick smoke and raging fire seemed to have little effect on him. He numbly raised the Ghost Blade in his hand and slowly slashed at those who happened to have their backs to him.