swish swish swish--
The man took three steps back, his arms trembling from the impact.
He turned his head and glanced at the flower stamen, where he saw his clones holding a large pile of snacks, looking at him with great interest.
The man cursed under his breath.
The reason he braved the Dark Night and fought the uniformed False Human head-on was to make a good impression on their clones and close the gap between them.
These strangers are all genuine experts; seeing him at a disadvantage, they certainly wouldn't stand by and watch him die.
However, to the man's utter surprise, they actually stood by and watched him die.
Puff puff puff--
The False Human's katana flashed up and down, leaving gruesome wounds on the man's body, with Flesh and Blood torn open.
The Honest Man clicked his tongue. "He's going to die, are we really not going to help him out?"
The Giant Overlord said calmly, "Only the victor is worthy to speak with the gods."
To the False Human and men below, the Level Nine Giant Overlord and Sophist are undoubtedly gods.
The clone yawned. "This is boring, like kindergarten kids fighting."
"Just blow yourself up and smear it in his face!"
The duck, sitting in its clone, asked, "How much longer must we remain spectators?"
The Giant Overlord said calmly, "That depends on when they give us a chance to go on stage."
On the ground, the men were retreating in defeat.
A playful look appeared on the False Human's face. "So your ability is skeletal mutation?"
"It's a very ordinary skill; it won't fetch a good price."
Bang--
The False Human cut off another bone spur from the man, causing him to tremble all over in pain.
"Alright, I'll give you a chance to redeem yourself."
"Take me to the nearest entrance to your Source Land, and I can let you live."
puff--
As he spoke, the False Human plunged his katana into the man's chest, the blade less than half an inch from the beating heart.
Tell me, do you want to die, or do you want to live?
With a thud, the man collapsed to his knees, blood gushing from his chest.
The man sneered, "You... dare to negotiate with me?"
The False Human tilted his head. "Really?"
"Then it seems you have no choice but to die."
"But I still want to say thank you."
"Without you, I wouldn't have found these strangers."
The Sophist sighed. "It's over."
The duck, sitting in its clone, said with exasperation, "What a precious thing! Even though it's a level above others, it still got killed. Does it even know how to play?"
The clone beside him said, "Wake up, not everyone is Pretty God who can play in the peak competition from beginning to end."
The Giant Overlord said calmly, "Prepare yourselves; we'll be making contact with the False Human later."
But just then, the surroundings suddenly darkened.
The light between heaven and earth is rapidly fading, returning to the distant horizon.
The Giant Overlord then realized that the light in this world came from the sky beneath his feet.
It's not that the sky itself is emitting light, but rather that there is a light source that transmits its light through the sky to every corner of the world.
In less than a second, the forest was plunged into darkness.
As the man had said before, there was no warning whatsoever.
The Death-Omen Bird was frightened; it seemed to be night-blind and flew around aimlessly like a headless fly.
Snap--
The man raised his hand and grasped the blade embedded in his chest.
No matter how hard the False Human tried, the blade could not move an inch further toward the heart.
The False Human's expression changed drastically.
He instinctively tried to pull the knife out, but the man held onto the blade tightly.
The man looked up, grinned, and said, "Daylight has arrived."
Click click click--
The bones inside the man's body emitted a series of strange noises.
Immediately afterwards, sharp bone spurs pierced through the skin.
In the blink of an eye, the man's body doubled in height.
Covered in sharp bone spurs, he transformed into the Bone King in the darkest of days.
The False Human released his katana and tried to run, but the man pierced his abdomen with his arm and lifted him up.
The man pulled the katana from his chest and tossed it aside casually, like throwing away trash.
The wounds on his body from the knife were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The man said with amusement, "Tell me your contact terms, or call a few unlucky guys to rescue you, and I'll consider letting you go."
Pshaw~
The False Human spat a mouthful of bloody saliva in the man's face. "Damn alien..."
Tear--
Before the False Human could finish speaking, he was violently torn apart by the man, and warm blood and internal organs were spilled all over the ground.
The man held up half a corpse, opened his mouth, and drank the gushing hot blood.
The blood dried, and the meat wasn't wasted.
They chewed it in large bites, like tearing into a chicken leg.
After a few bites, the man disgustedly tossed the meat aside, saying, "The meat quality is just bad when you get old."
The expressions on the faces of the clones sitting in rows on the petals were extremely interesting at this moment.
The sudden Reversal of the Two Poles made them forget about snacks for a time.
The Honest Man couldn't help but exclaim, "This daytime buff is just too powerful!"
The Giant Overlord, "All the False Human in this forest have been evacuated."
Before, you could occasionally hear the sound of a Death-Omen Bird flapping its wings, but now you can't hear it at all.
The Sophist's lips twitched as he watched the mutated man tearing out his heart and lungs.
"This art style makes him look more like False Human."
"Who's hunting whom?"
The Giant Overlord said calmly, "The roles of hunter and prey are constantly being reversed."
"Who is the hunter and who is the prey depends on whether it is Dark Night or day."
The Sophist's eyes flickered. "Doesn't this relationship seem somewhat familiar to you?"
The Giant Overlord pondered for a moment, "Exotic beasts and Myriad Races."
Beasts and Myriad Races also hunted each other.
Myriad Races need the Soul Orb of exotic beasts, while the exotic beasts need to eat; both are prey to each other and hunters to each other.
The Giant Overlord frowned. "What a strange world..."
The duck, sitting in its clone, suddenly said, "What are you looking at? A mirage?"
Everyone looked in the direction the clone was pointing.
The space surrounding the dense forest was distorting and folding.
This change is gradually spreading in all directions, reaching even the heavens and the earth.
The earth above was shimmering, and in the shimmering, a patch of sky appeared.
The sky beneath our feet was also shimmering, overlapping with the earth.
Various buildings appeared in the dense forest, sometimes visible, sometimes hidden, sometimes bright, sometimes dark, intermingling and overlapping with the mixed plants.
The quiet forest suddenly became bustling with voices.
The sounds of talking, shouting, cursing, crying, and pleas for help blended together.
The clones were dumbfounded.
If it weren't for the presence of Level Nine Giant Overlord, the ordinary clone would have thought it was hallucination.
The Sophist gasped, "Anyone who didn't know better would think we'd traveled through time."
Giant Overlord frowned. "It seems the False Human retreated from the forest not only out of fear of the daytime buff, but also out of fear of the forest itself, which could potentially devour them."
On the ground, the mutated man, who had finally finished his heart-to-heart talk, slowly stood up. His upper body was completely soaked in the blood of the False Human.
The mutated man turned to face the people on the flower's stamen, opened his arms, and said, "Everyone, welcome to... the Lightless Day."