The moment he stepped into the corridor on the second floor, Lin Feng's footsteps paused slightly.
Different from the manic atmosphere on the first floor that was mixed with putrid smell and blood, the air here seemed to be solidified.
Colder and purer malice, like the cold current of the deep sea, enveloped me silently.
There is a faint smell in the air, similar to the smell of aged sandalwood mixed with rust. This is proof that Sha Qi and murderous intent have accumulated for hundreds of years and have penetrated into every inch of the rock of the tower.
The stone wall is no longer simply damp, but has condensed with a layer of dark red dew like blood drops, which slowly slid down along the ancient rune lines and dripped to the ground, making a soft "tick", "tick" sound.
In this deathly silent environment, even the sound of breathing seems noisy, this monotonous sound is like a death knell knocking on people's hearts.
The space on the second floor is nearly half smaller than the first floor, like a huge gourd with its belly hollowed out.
The light became even dimmer, and only the everlasting dim light emitted by the suppression runes on the stone wall barely outlined the outline of the prison.
The number of prisoners here has dropped sharply, with only thirty or forty people.
However, these thirty or forty people are like thirty or forty Primordial World beasts dormant in the darkness.
They did not gather in groups and make noise like the rabble on the first floor.
Everyone occupies a corner, maintaining a subtle and vigilant distance from each other.
Some sit cross-legged, like rocks.
Some leaned against the wall and closed their eyes to meditate.
Some were huddled in the shadows, with only a pair of eyes shining in the darkness.
The prison uniform on his body was already in tatters, but his eyes were sharpened from the mountain of corpses Blood Sea.
But it is like a knife tempered with poison, cold and numb, but at the deepest level there is hidden madness that could burn everything at any time.
Those who can be imprisoned at this level are all ruthless bandits whose minds, means, and strength are far beyond ordinary.
Any one of them, in the outside world, was an existence that could change the color of a state.
When Lin Feng's figure without any trace of fireworks slowly walked out of the dark corridor.
The dazzlingly clean clothes formed a sharp contrast with the environment here.
Almost at the same time, all the prisoners sitting or lying opened their eyes suddenly.
Dozens of cold, scrutinizing, and cruel eyes focused on him in an instant.
No noise, no shouting.
There was only suffocating silence.
They saw clearly the appearance of Lin Feng, a young man with an average aura, who could even be described as "comely".
But no one dared to show any contempt.
Because being able to walk up from the entrance to the first floor alone and unscathed speaks volumes in itself.
The first floor has been "occupied".
"Interesting, here comes another one who is not afraid of death, and... he is also a tough one."
A voice as thin as a woman's voice sounded from the deepest shadows of the prison.
The sound was not loud, but it penetrated the solid air strangely and reached everyone's ears clearly.
Only two figures were seen, like two weightless shadows, slowly "floating" out from the shadows.
They were two middle-aged men who looked exactly the same. They were both wearing shabby black and white prison uniforms. Their bodies were as skinny as two dried corpses, and their faces were so pale that there was no trace of blood.
The person on the left has a pupil of his left eye as dark as ink.
The person on the right has a strangely pale pupil in his right eye, like the eyeball of a dead fish.
They are the absolute rulers of this second level. They once stirred up endless storms in Southern Frontier and used living people to refine "Yin-Yang Corpse Puppet", the infamous magic combination.
Twin Yin-Yang Fiends.
Rumor has it that they were originally conjoined twins who were separated by a secret method by a master of magic. Since then, they have become connected and practiced an extremely weird joint attack technique.
The physical body has been tempered by countless secret medicines to become extremely tough, and coupled with the seamless tacit understanding, no one can stop it on this second level.
"Brother, look at how clean he is. I hate the smell."
"Yang Fiend" on the right stretched out its scarlet tongue and licked its chapped lips, with a sickly bloodthirsty light shining through its pale pupils.
"Then let him... become like us."
"Yin Fiend" on the left has a shrill voice, and his dark pupils are like bottomless whirlpools, locked tightly on Lin Feng.
"How about scrubbing this floor with his blood and entrails?"
The moment the words fell, the two of them moved.
Their movements were so fast that they turned into two blurry shadows, one black and one white, without even starting.
In a weird arc that completely goes against common sense of physics, it silently outflanks Lin Feng from left to right.
There is no violent wind, no terrifying momentum, only the precision, viciousness and lethality of a poisonous snake.
"Yang Fiend" is in front, with five fingers forming claws, and the nails are a jade-like pale white color, pointing straight to the heart of Lin Feng.
"Yin Fiend" followed closely behind like a shadow, attacking the back of Lin Feng's head at an extremely cunning angle. The movement was as gentle as a lover's caress, but it contained terrifying power that could easily break hundreds of refined steel.
Once they take action, it's a sure kill.
One yin and one yang, one light and one dark, blocked all Lin Feng's escape routes.
This set of combinations has made many famous masters feel angry on the spot.
Facing this seamless pincer attack, Lin Feng still had that calm expression on his face.
He didn't even move his steps at all, as if he was stunned.
Just when the poisonous claws of "Yang Fiend" were about to touch his chest, he moved.
He did not choose to block or retreat. Instead, he used a completely unreasonable and even suicidal style of fighting. He did not dodge or evade, and allowed the sharp claws to claw hard at his chest!
Tsk!
There was an extremely harsh friction sound, like countless sharp knives cutting through a huge piece of rawhide at the same time!
Mars splashes!
The ferocious smile on "Yang Fiend"'s face instantly solidified, replaced by endless astonishment and disbelief.
He felt as if his fingers were grasping a piece of divine iron cut from the ancient sacred mountain!
The terrifying hardness and counter-shock force made his finger bones, which had been tempered for many years, groan under the load!
This is the terrifying defense power brought about by Lin Feng after infusing all Crit Points with "Undying Asura Body"!
Not even the skin is broken!
"How could..."
The terror of "Yang Fiend" only lasted one thousandth of an instant.
Because Lin Feng moved.
He ignored the attack on his chest and reached out his right hand at a speed that exceeded the limit of dynamic vision.
The target is not the "Yang Fiend" in front of you.
But behind him, the "Yin Fiend" was preparing to sneak attack on the back of his head!
The last to come and the first to arrive!
Trade injury for life!
No, it's not hurt in exchange for a life!
"Not good!"
"Yin Fiend" felt alarm bells ringing in his heart, he had never seen such a weird style of play!
I would rather resist one person's attack than forcefully kill another!
This is absolutely crazy!
Without thinking, he pulled away and backed away.
However, it's too late.
Lin Feng's palm seemed to have crossed the distance of space, ignoring the resistance of the air, and was printed on his Tianling Cap lightly, but with the overwhelming power of Mount Tai.
[7850 times critical hit trigger!]
Bang!
No screams, no struggles.
"Yin Fiend"'s thought-hard head exploded like a watermelon hit by a heavy hammer from above Nine Heavens!
Red and white, mixed with broken skulls, splashed in all directions. Due to the huge inertia, his headless body rushed forward two steps before falling softly, twitching twice on the ground, and then became silent again.
One blow, kill!
"Brother!!!"
"Yang Fiend" let out a scream that was too shrill to sound like a human voice. His pale pupils were instantly filled with bloodshot eyes, and his sanity was swallowed up by endless madness.
He was mentally connected with his brother, and the death shock at that moment made his soul feel like it was struck by lightning.
In his madness, he made the cruelest decision.
He gave up all defenses and poured all his strength into his right leg. His body twisted into an incredible angle in mid-air, turning into a powerful and deadly whip kick, which swept towards Lin Feng's waist and ribs!
He wants to avenge his brother! He wants to kick the man in front of him in half!
Lin Feng didn't even look at him, but at the moment when the opponent's legs were about to touch him, he raised his left arm casually, like chasing away a fly, and blocked it in front of him.
Click!
There was a bone cracking sound that was so clear that it made all the prisoners present feel numb!
I saw "Yang Fiend"'s right leg, which was strong enough to kick Jingtie to pieces, the moment it hit Lin Feng's arm, it turned backwards at a weird angle!
The white bone stubble even pierced the flesh and prison pants, and was exposed to the air ferociously!
But Lin Feng's arm didn't leave even a trace of mark.
"Ahhhhh!!"
The severe pain made "Yang Fiend"'s face completely distorted. He hugged his broken leg and howled like a beast.
"Noisy."
A trace of disgust flashed in Lin Feng's eyes, and he slapped his palm out with his backhand.
The action is simple, direct, yet as fast as lightning.
Snap!
The wailing sound of "Yang Fiend" stopped abruptly.
His whole head was rotated 360 degrees by this slap, his neck bones were shattered, and his body was spinning and flying out like a torn sack.
It hit the stone wall dozens of meters away with a loud bang, and turned into a blur of flesh, slowly sliding down.
The entire second floor once again fell into a deathly, suffocating silence.