The player heard, swept his gaze around, and found only himself left here.
Although he knew death was inevitable, he still wanted to try to gain so more benefits:
"Brother, let kill one more, I’ll do it myself, and you just watch. After I finish, I’ll tell you the truth."
At that mont, Evil Language’s expression twisted, and he grabbed the player’s neck:
"Do you think I’m playing gas with you? Tell the truth now, and I’ll give you the chance to kill another Fallen."
"You must be kidding, you would definitely finish off after I tell you. My request is simple; kill one more, and I promise full disclosure."
Facing the player who was impervious to threats and coercion, Evil Language had never felt so frustrated.
But, except for agreeing, he could think of no other way to get the information.
Evil Language’s fingers continued to tighten, but ultimately relaxed, gritting his teeth:
"Go, I’ll give you one last chance."
"Bro, the Player Clan values integrity the most, thank you for trusting."
The player was overjoyed upon receiving the answer, grabbed the Battle Axe, and looked around, picking a target with Hunting Level 63 to start chopping vigorously.
As the player’s Hunting Level was only 28, the chopping process was indeed laborious, and Evil Language’s patience was being constantly consud.
Just as he prepared to lend a hand, the mysterious creature turned its head and gave him a thumbs up:
"Bro, I’m afraid you’ll steal my kill rights, don’t make a move just yet, wait until I chop it to half health first."
Unable to understand what the other was saying, he could only comprehend one thing: the other hoped he wouldn’t lend a hand.
This behavior left Evil Language genuinely puzzled.
Looking at the mysterious creature’s expression, it seed to enjoy the chopping process, but he couldn’t grasp the feedback logic behind this enjoynt.
In anxious waiting, the player finally stopped, stood up, wiped sweat from his brow, and looked up at him:
"Buddy, lend a hand."
Evil Language’s face was cold, but he still raised his hand to launch a purple spike, straight into the Fallen’s heart at its center.
Boom!
The Fallen died instantly, and a bright smile appeared on the mysterious creature’s face.
"Ti to speak now, right?"
"Speak about what? I ant after killing one more, I’d tell you. This is only the second; need to kill one more."
Realizing he’d been played, Evil Language couldn’t hold back his emotions any longer, raised his hand to pull the player close, revealing a mouthful of sharp teeth, saying word by word in an atrocious manner:
"Now, tell the answer."
"Buddy, we agreed on one more. After killing, I’ll definitely tell you the answer, I swear...."
Crunch!
Completely losing patience, Evil Language didn’t waste any more words, directly snapped the player’s neck, still feeling unsatisfied, he wanted to crush the player’s body into dust but found the player suddenly turned into a black smoke and dissipated.
With no outlet for his fury, Evil Language let out a hoarse low roar, then turned into a streak of light and flew towards the Fifth Space.
He couldn’t endure being played by such a low-life.
Even though he ultimately killed him, he couldn’t feel any joy.
The smiling face of the mysterious creature at the mont of death replayed in his mind, that smug deanor seed to mock his foolishness.
Soon, Evil Language returned via Space Tie to the Jile Main Hall, and in the hall knelt on one knee before the altar.
"My lord, the third space node of the Pale Continent has been invaded by so mysterious creatures. For so reason, they can resist the Erosion of Extre Joy and freely act unaffected within the Jile Node scene...."
After explaining his findings in detail, Evil Language looked up at the Lord of Jile:
"My lord, these mysterious creatures are weak and easily defeated, but they don’t fear any pain. This seems to be why they are not affected by the Power of Extre Joy. I suspect they have so protection chanism within their bodies to shield excessive stimuli."
After listening to Evil Language’s report, the Lord of Jile fell into contemplation, feeling a relief deep within.
His greatest worry was those terrifying figures standing at the World Summit; any one of them possessed a power he could not contend with, opposing them was an act of suicide.
Upon hearing Evil Language say the mysterious creatures were weak, he imdiately felt reassured.
Under the hands of those standing at the Peak, there was no weak warrior. Back then, a glance could see countless strong ones, the weak had no qualification to enter the Catastrophe Battle.
With the biggest threat eliminated, the Lord of Jile’s mood instantly improved.
However, he didn’t show the emotional change on his face but instead looked at Evil Language and said somberly:
"All of them killed?"
"Originally, I left one, but couldn’t extract any useful information through interrogation. All I know is they call themselves the Player Clan. Additionally, I found they seed to really enjoy slaughter; death threats an nothing to them. Even at the mont of death, they want to kill more Fallen... Oh, one more thing, they have a strange racial characteristic, after dying, they turn into black mist and dissipate."
After understanding the situation, although the Lord of Jile was surprised, upon reflection, he didn’t find it strange.
The Monster World is vast and boundless, with nurous racial forces; he has already seen countless races.
Survival environnt, cultural tradition, social structure, religious customs... various factors can nurture completely different racial forces with distinct thought logic.
Obviously, it’s inconsistent to define other races’ thoughts with the Jile Clan’s thought logic, what’s reasonable in the eyes of the Jile Clan may not be reasonable in the eyes of other Monster World races.
Therefore, such a deviation in thinking is completely understandable.
As for turning into black mist after death, such a phenonon can also be explained by this viewpoint.
Different racial forces have completely different life structure characteristics.
Perhaps the life structure of the Player Clan ntioned by Evil Language is just this peculiar. Their lives automatically build a stable structure in a living state, and once dead, the stable structure collapses, like a building losing its supporting pillars, collapsing and the body instantly dissolving into the world.
This explanation is quite reasonable.
"My lord, should we go out to investigate and find the reason for the Player Clan’s invasion of the space node?"
Upon hearing this, the Lord of Jile decisively shook his head.
His own strength has not yet reached the level where he can contend with the Monster World peak powerhouses. He thinks there is no need to take risky investigations for a weak force.
After learning this matter is unrelated to those standing at the Peak, the Lord of Jile had no further worries, and directly responded:
"Since the problem of Alien Race invasion in the Pale Continent third space node has been handled, there is no need to bother with it anymore."
Upon hearing this, Evil Language nodded in response.
After standing, he retreated two steps, his figure vanished.
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