Desire Devours the Heart, White-Clad Spirit of the Pen

"Where did that... voice come from?"

The Scarred Player froze for a moment and looked up into the darkness around him.

"You only have one chance to respond."

The voice rang out again, devoid of any human emotion.

"How will you help me?"

The Scarred Player asked instinctively, but the voice did not answer again.

Elsewhere, the Demon Eerie's situation was worsening. The [Demon Hunter Rifle] had pierced several of its vital points.

Even more brutally, Blood Shadow Wedding Dress had smashed half of the Demon Eerie's face off!

"When had an Extreme Fierce like me ever been this miserable?"

The Demon Eerie was terrified and humiliated. Forcing itself free of Blood Shadow Wedding Dress's entanglement, it began draining the Scarred Player, its last "supply station."

Blood immediately streamed from the Scarred Player's seven orifices. On the verge of death, he hurriedly nodded. "Yes, I'm willing! Save me, quickly!"

"Who is he talking to?"

Ji Yan's eyes were filled with confusion.

The next second, sensing something, he suddenly stared in a direction beyond the window.

He was certain that a pair of eyes was watching this place!

"Mmph... urgh—"

On the floor, something unknown happened to the Scarred Player. The flesh all over his body swelled like cotton, while grease seeped from every pore.

The [Demon Cross] was like a branding iron as it fused into his body. Under the corrosion of immense spiritual power, the layers of cursed shackles snapped apart.

Suspended in midair, the Demon Eerie's eerie aura rose again!

"Damn it, the tenth-tier shackles are about to break!"

Ji Yan's expression changed as he pulled out the [Eerie Samurai Sword].

The instant he gripped the hilt, he triggered [Drawing Slash].

The Scarred Player's swollen head was severed in an instant!

Yet it still could not stop it,