"What form does this unknown mysterious power take?"
Zhao Cheng went straight for the key point.
It was just that the point he considered crucial was clearly not the same thing the system considered crucial.
Because even as they spoke, a gleaming kitchen cleaver was already chopping down at Zhao Cheng's head.
At this moment, apart from dragging Zhao Cheng into this space, this witch seemed to display no other supernatural powers.
But that was merely an illusion.
In Zhao Cheng's view, this witch before him had been born for slaughter.
For among the concepts that constituted her existence were elements such as guaranteed hit, instant death, destruction...
In short, if one was struck and failed the judgment on the conceptual level, they would drop dead instantly.
"Quick..."
"Quick, draw your weapon!"
The system's voice was frantic at this moment; even its voice transmission seemed stretched out.
But Zhao Cheng did not follow the system's instructions. What decent person actually followed the beginner's tutorial?!
With a nimble sliding step, he dodged the witch's life-stealing cleaver without the slightest panic. The witch's movements were extraordinarily swift—swift to the absolute extreme. In her hands, a simple kitchen cleaver flashed with blade-light, carrying something of the air of a broadsword master from an old martial arts novel.
"Listen, don't rush. Let's talk about this unknown mysterious power first."
The voice called the system fell silent for an instant before replying, "I don't know the nature of that power either. I only know that its essence is undoubtedly greater than even Great Life."
"As for its observable form, it is a kind of gray particle with powerful assimilative properties..."
"In truth, we can no longer see any hope of awakening. Everything we are doing now is merely lingering on under the drive of our