Repeated deaths had begun to take a toll on Wen Xishu's state of mind.
But he had weathered plenty of storms. Even under the erosion of dust, he had not sunk into depression.
Faint rustling still seemed to come from the distant Clock Tower.
Facing these Hanged Men again, Wen Xishu now possessed the same abilities, along with a many-handed shield and tremendous strength.
He was the real monster. This time, he forcibly suppressed his negative emotions and charged forward.
The puddles formed by Dust Tear could not stop him.
Wen Xishu's precise footwork avoided every puddle. Then countless Hanged Men awoke, once again raising their voices to mock Charlie:
"Charlie, you're useless. Useless~"
Countless ropes crisscrossed the sky, tracing the Hanged Men's collective assault, but every rope that tried to approach Wen Xishu was knocked aside by the arms behind him.
The arms of the Wall of Refusal seemed to offer something close to absolute defense. The ropes could barely approach Wen Xishu, let alone touch him.
The hunger radiating from his abdomen also prompted Wen Xishu to stuff some of the ropes straight into the enormous mouth in his belly.
Then Wen Xishu activated the Hanged Man's ability himself, rose into the air, and charged into their ranks.
Like a fierce general cutting down bandits, he swung his many arms relentlessly, sending the Hanged Men's corpses flying wherever he went.
"Charlie, Charlie, nobody loves you."
The Hanged Man who said that was torn apart by Wen Xishu's bare hands and stuffed into his abdomen.
There was no fear on the Hanged Men's faces, only their usual mocking smiles. It was not because they thought they still had a chance of winning.
They simply wore those loathsome expressions no matter what situation they faced.
The Hanged Men symbolized self-loathing,