Fang Zheng had once seen a video uploaded to a streaming site titled "Horror Games Through the Eyes of Three Types of Players." To the first type of player, a horror game was simply a horror game—a pure horror game where they screamed and ran all day before dying in despair.
To the second type of player, a horror game was a parkour game. They treated the monsters as nothing more than obstacles, the kind of hardcore players who could clear the game flawlessly with their eyes closed.
To the third type of player, a horror game was...
Boom!!
The battered truck serving as a barricade was blown to pieces. The Deep Ones hiding behind it screamed and fled, their bodies covered in flames as they writhed madly across the ground in agony. Fang Zheng strode out from the other side of the exploding truck, emerging from the roaring flames like a devil from hell. The silver-white spear clenched in his right hand glimmered with faint firelight.
That was right. To the third type of player, horror games were still horror games. The only difference was that the attackers and defenders had switched places.
"Gurga... gurga..."
The Deep Ones in the distance let out garbled, unpleasant cries, like some foul mixture of frogs and fish. Fang Zheng merely glanced at them before raising his hand and firing. The next moment, with a boom, the group of Deep Ones in the distance exploded as if struck by a grenade. Roaring flames swiftly and mercilessly swallowed the scattered fleeing minions, reducing them to ash.
"So amazing..."
Following behind Fang Zheng, Francis's legs trembled with excitement at the sight. If he had harbored any doubts about Fang Zheng's strength before, then seeing him slaughter men and gods alike had erased them completely. At