Relief

Two dark beams of light suddenly shot out from the patterns on the breastplates of the two Goblin Executioner.

Its color is somber, and its texture is floating.

It did not appear to be a primordial power rising from within the monster's body; rather, it was a completely unfamiliar energy that did not belong to this world.

The patterns resembled array formations illuminated remotely, forcibly infused and activated by the power of Other Plane through a pitch-black Portal.

A chilling sense of oppression spread instantly, enveloping the entire Withered Reed Plain field, making the air feel stagnant and tense.

Lu Heng's fingertip pressed against the trigger of Kiss of Nightmare, but the movement to press down suddenly stopped.

His gaze was fixed on the two gleaming patterns on the heavy armor, not missing a single detail.

The black light spread extremely quickly, but its duration was eerily short.

The aura burst forth in an instant, without a secondary surge, without continued reinforcement, and without any tendency to spread or proliferate.

In the blink of an eye, all the dull luster vanished.

The armor patterns returned to their original gray and lifeless state, and the oppressive force field that had surpassed the Silver Tier dissipated completely without leaving any aftereffects.

Lu Heng relaxed slightly, but he did not underestimate his opponent in the slightest.

He immediately made a guess.

The unknown entity on the other side of the Portal doesn't lack the desire to continue its attacks; it simply cannot.

It is firmly imprisoned by the Plane barrier, and its true form cannot cross the spatial passage to descend into the mortal world.

The means of penetrating the barrier are extremely limited.

The long-range sneak attack that had nearly severely injured and sent him flying was now at the limit of its cross-dimensional pressure thanks to the brief armor enhancement.

This kind of blessing is a one-time privilege; it is used up and then forfeited, with no possibility of being used a second time.

The situation on the field became clear in an instant.

Without continuous external support, there is no combined combat strength.

After the external buffs were removed, all that remained were two executioners.

Even so, Lu Heng's condition remained dire.

The impact of withstanding the attack from another Other Plane lingered deep in my chest, causing a dull ache with every breath.

My physical strength was completely drained, and I felt a noticeable heaviness when I exerted force in my limbs.

The Blood Taisui Mycelium spreading across the body surface were severely damaged, with large areas of fine filaments broken, curled up, and shriveled. The originally dense, close-fitting protective layer was riddled with holes, and its defensive capabilities had plummeted to a low point.

This state of affairs simply does not allow for prolonged combat.

A swift and decisive victory is the only option.

The two heavily armored executioners opposite were completely unaffected by the dissipation of the buff.

They did not exhibit the frenzy and hesitation of other races, nor did they become disorganized due to the disappearance of external forces.

The pure killing program is still running stably.

One to the left, one to the right, their steps were steady and downward, their center of gravity close to the ground, steadily closing the distance forward.

The two continuously made subtle adjustments to their lateral positioning, silently creating an encircling angle and gradually sealing off all of Lu Heng's space to move left or right.

The coordination is precise, standardized, and cold; it is a tacit tactic honed through countless battles.

Lu Heng's gaze hardened, and he ceased observing the standoff.

The remaining energy must be used in crucial moments.

He suddenly exerted force with his fingertips and pressed the trigger shut in one breath.

A deafening gunshot ripped through the empty plain.

The close-range burst of shrapnel was utterly lethal, with dense bullets spraying out in a fan shape, all striking the center of the executioner's breastplate on the left.

Short, violent explosions rang out one after another.

The thick, jet-black armor instantly cracked, revealing a dense network of fine lines. Layers of hard armor plates peeled off and flew everywhere, scattering fragments of stone and armor.

The entire heavily armored body suddenly trembled violently, its fierce forward momentum abruptly cut off.

The immense impact and inertia caused its body to lean slightly backward, and the gaping hole in its chest armor was violently torn open, completely exposing the muscles inside.

A fatal flaw, now fully formed.

Lu Heng did not give the other side any time to recover and adjust.

With one hand, he flung away Kiss of Nightmare, the gun slipping from his grasp and hanging limply. He lowered his body, his feet close to the ground, and in an instant, he lunged forward, his face pressed against hers.

Completely avoiding the remaining wind pressure from the front, he ducked and cut into the blind spot of the heavy armor.

With the battle axe gripped tightly in his palm, he lowered his waist and dropped his arm, chopping down with all his might.

The razor-sharp blade precisely engaged the weak point in the newly cracked armor.

A piercing, tearing sound exploded.

The sturdy heavy armor cracked open, and the axe blade pierced deep into the flesh.

The impact, carrying the blade's edge, directly shattered the lifeblood within the executioner's body.

Its body stiffened instantly, and all the exertion of its limbs stopped simultaneously.

There were no screams, no struggling or convulsions.

The massive, heavily armored body lost all support and collapsed forward to its knees, falling completely to the ground.

The moment the corpse fell, the two systems within Lu Heng's body operated simultaneously, with clear boundaries and no interference between them.

The Greedy Wolf Power was the first to awaken and activate.

An invisible devouring field instantly locked onto the primordial essence that had settled deep within the corpse.

Strands of hot, pure energy surged into the body's limbs and bones through the meridians, precisely replenishing the physical depletion caused by the battle and injuries.

The strength of the body, which was originally sluggish and sore, gradually and steadily recovered and became abundant.

At the same time, the damaged and withered Blood Taisui on their body surface initiate their own repair mechanism.

Countless slender, dark red Mycelium emerged from the skin's surface, rapidly climbing and spreading along the ground, densely taking root on the corpse's surface.

It absorbs only the life force of flesh and blood, and the vital energy of the body, to repair its own broken, withered, and curled Mycelium structure.

The Greedy Wolf Power replenishes Lu Heng's combat strength and physical abilities.

Blood Taisui, repairs and protects against damage.

The two systems each have their own functions, operate independently, and are not mixed.

The executioner on the right had already seized the opportunity to close in on the target.

Even as its companion fell, it did not pause or falter, completely ignoring its corpse. It raised its heavy broadsword high and, using the momentum of its forward charge, slashed horizontally.

The blade struck with heavy force, the wind howling as it precisely locked onto Lu Heng's vital points in the waist and abdomen. It was the most reliable and ruthless standard killing move among Silver Tier fighters.

Without the buffs of Other Plane, without overwhelming superiority, all that remains is pure, heavy, and deadly combat in heavy armor.

Lu Heng's physical fitness is rapidly recovering, and his nerve reaction speed is simultaneously returning to its peak.

He slid half a step forward, precisely dodging the sweeping blade's trajectory.

The biting wind of the blades grazed past her clothes, slashing fiercely, but all of them missed their mark.

If the enemy misses a move, their body will inevitably have an opening where their center of gravity shifts.

Lu Heng seized the fleeting moment of imbalance, flipped his wrist, and swung the battle axe horizontally.

The heavy axe clashed head-on with the side of the opponent's blade.

A sudden, resounding tremor from the impact of the immense forces collided rang out.

The executioner's arm, gripping the knife, suddenly went numb from the shock; the web of his hand split open from the force, and his grip loosened instantly.

The body's center of gravity shifted, and its posture became completely disordered.

Lu Heng exercised extreme restraint, never greedily using moves that slowed down the pace of the game.

Taking advantage of the moment when the opponent is off-balance and their defense is disorganized, step forward to lock position and bring the axe down.

One axe blow decides life or death.

The second executioner's body fell straight down, crashing heavily to the ground, completely losing all signs of life.

Two corpses lay motionless on the ground; the battlefield was instantly wiped out.

The Greedy Wolf Power spread out once more, devouring and completely draining the essence of the second body.

The last bit of energy deficit in his body was filled, and his strength was completely restored to its peak. Fatigue, heaviness, and soreness all disappeared.

The mycelium of the Blood Taisui Mycelium frantically devours the vital energy and blood, gradually repairing, stretching, and tightening the extensively damaged protective layer, which then re-weaves itself into a dense, close-fitting barrier.

In just a few breaths, the two heavily armored corpses were completely drained of all their energy, leaving only broken shells lying on the ground.

Lu Heng straightened up, slowly stretched his shoulders and back, and his whole body was completely restored.

He looked up and gazed at the cracked black Portal in the distance.

Deep within the passage, it was pitch black and deathly silent, with no further energy fluctuations.

There was no sneak attack, no empowerment, no alien race stepping out, and even the faint spatial tremors completely disappeared.

Lu Heng has completely seen through the whole truth.

The entity inside the door is by no means weak.

However, due to the limitations of Plane rules, it is firmly locked in Other Plane, unable to cross boundaries, and has only a handful of ways to penetrate the barrier.

A surprise attack from a distance, and a temporary empowerment of the armor.

This is its complete limit in terms of cross-border applications.

The other party's plan was absolutely perfect.

With a sneak attack that inflicts heavy damage, followed by two executioners to finish off the intruder, the attack was layered and linked, ensuring that the intruder could be eliminated.

Its only miscalculation was Lu Heng's two independent repair systems.

Enduring fatal damage and rapidly recovering health and energy in dire straits, they forcefully shattered this Plane killing stalemate.

On the other side of the passage, there is no longer any ability to interfere with the present world.

There will be no peace until the hidden dangers are eliminated.

As long as this Portal exists, threats from Other Plane can always find an opportunity to infiltrate, invade, and assassinate.

Lu Heng no longer hesitated.

He gripped the battle axe tightly with one hand, his palm locking the handle, his muscles taut, and all his strength fully charged.

I stepped forward steadily, facing the silent, dark passageway.

They didn't step into the Portal even a fraction of an inch.

He raised his battle axe high, aimed the blade at the most densely packed cracks in the core of the Portal, and suddenly brought it down with all his might.