The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human?!

He rummaged through the medicine chest and pulled out a conical glass bottle filled with a silver-blue liquid.

This was something Bai San obtained from a magic pharmacist, initially intended to be kept as a trump card.

After all, even if potions from different systems have the same efficacy and target the same disease, their principles and ingredients are different.

When the Bai Family's medicine didn't work, using someone else's might yield miraculous effects.

But now that Liu Zheng had spoken, he could only bring himself to part with it reluctantly.

"Name: Unicorn Vitality Potion (One-time use)"

"Type: Item"

"Quality: Excellent"

"Effect One: Restores a large amount of stamina after use."

"Effect Two: Significantly enhances recovery ability after use, lasting one hour."

"Effect Two: Grants 'Unclean Blood' status after use, lasting for one instance."

"Note: Only the most evil witches would use unicorn blood to make magic potions. I would never do such a thing, never! Unless you pay extra."

"Can it be taken out of the instance: Yes"

"Unclean Blood: All creatures of the good alignment can smell the stench in your blood and will be hostile toward you."

"Wow, positive effects last for an hour, but the negative effect lasts for an entire instance."

Liu Zheng clicked his tongue as he looked at the item description.

If this were used, wouldn't he be despised by everyone, hunted by all?

Oh, I forgot; this is the Metropolis, so it's fine.

He handed the Unicorn Vitality Potion to Niu Daji, telling him to feed a little to each person.

Speaking of which, the system is quite inhumane in this aspect: once an item is determined to be a one-time-use item, you either don't use it or use it all, which is quite wasteful.

While the Mountain Bombing Team was handling logistics here, the Yaksha was already engaged in close combat with the Faceless Man over there.

The Faceless Man, with only half of his body left, did not use the roots of flowers to restore his body; instead, he turned the flowers into a large club like before.

He grasped the head of the club, leaped high into the air, and swung the bulbous end like a warhammer toward the Yaksha.

"The Dark Sect: Bone-Chilling Wind!"

The Yaksha swung her magic wand, and a frigid wind carrying filthy black ice blew into the air.

This cold wind, formed from pure Eight Wind Magic Power, was enough to literally freeze an enemy's bones into brittle ice.

However, the bone-chilling wind was shattered directly by the immense force upon contact with the club, freezing the surrounding ground into an icy plain.

"This is... Divine Power!"

The Yaksha's heart trembled violently.

There's no mistake; this isn't an expansion of power but an overpowering of tiers.

The Dark Sect is composed of the Magic Eight Winds, with a very high power level, and only Divine Power could so easily defeat it.

As Bloodhand Kane's Priest, although she seldom used Divine Arts, she was quite familiar with Divine Power.

"It really is a God."

As a fellow priest, Doctor Nile believed in the Yaksha's judgment.

"I'll go help."

Once he confirmed the other's identity, he was about to rush in to assist.

Judging from the previous trouble of treating Liu Zheng, it was clear the Yaksha alone couldn't handle this wild God.

"Doctor stays, Ah Bao goes."

Liu Zheng held back Doctor Nile.

"Clearly, I'm the target; if you go, you'll fall right into His diversionary tactics."

He explained.

"Hmm... you make sense."

Doctor Nile acknowledged his reasoning.

"Again, me! Being your bodyguard is more exhausting than being a Demon King."

The Panda grumbled begrudgingly.

"Hell Honey Yogurt, ever seen it?"

"No."

The Panda shook his head.

"Of course you haven't. It's a specialty of the cemetery, handmade by the cemetery's agent, the Tomb Guardian. I dare say, among all the creatures in the Ten Thousand Great Mountains, no more than my tentacles have tasted it, perhaps none at all."

"Want to try it?"

Liu Zheng asked with a sly smile.

"I really do! I really do!"

The Panda nodded eagerly.

"If you want it, then work hard. There's no such thing as a free meal in the Metropolis."

He put away his smile and said.

"Hmph."

The Panda pursed his lips, cast a breath-clearing spell on himself, and then charged out.

"The Dark Sect: Power of Darkness!"

The Yaksha, too busy to pay attention to the motivation behind her, cast her spell with a solemn expression.

Dimensional rifts opened around her, leaking various-colored magic energy, which she absorbed into her body.

Directly absorbing energy from the Magic Domain is highly dangerous, not to mention absorbing eight types simultaneously.

But now she had no choice but to fight desperately.

The Yaksha did not lack the courage; before becoming Bloodhand Kane's bride, she was already the bravest and best warrior.

"Dark Magic... ah!"

Just as she was about to unleash a new spell, a strange impulse drove her to look into the Faceless Man's eyes.

Inside those empty sockets appeared a man clad in Burning Armor, a long pointed helmet on his head, holding a massive Burning Sword.

His expression was fierce and terrifying, his eyes flooding with unceasing murderous intent and anger.

However, the Yaksha did not feel fear; instead, feelings of admiration and submission rose within her.

"I want you to bear my offspring, Dark Elf. Raise him with blood and fresh flesh, teach him martial arts and magic, and make him the mightiest warrior."

"I want you and him to ignite wars and chaos all over, to make the entire Metropolis tremble under my revered name!"

The man pointed his sword at the Yaksha and declared.

"I obey your divine will, great Lord of War."

The Yaksha trembled as she spoke.

As Kane's bride, bearing a Divine Son for Bloodhand Kane was considered the highest honor.

The man came towards her with a wild laugh, raising the sword high, ready to pierce the Yaksha from below.

"Heavenly Star of Tai, ever-reactive and steady. Drive away demons, protect life, guard the body. With wisdom and clarity, let the mind be peaceful. Three souls remain forever, the spirit never falters. Rush like the law, wake up quickly!"

A somewhat immature bear's roar suddenly resonated in the Yaksha's ears, like a thunderclap echoing in her mind.

The Yaksha's heart jolted, and she retreated immediately.

She took a clear look and saw that there was no Lord of War, only the half-bodied Faceless Man and his upturned club.

"How dare you impersonate my lord! You shall die!"

The Yaksha became furious.

The Faceless Man's blasphemous behavior had crossed her bottom line, and now she was fighting not for Liu Zheng but for her faith.

"Dark Magic: Energy Vortex!"

Eight Treasure Beads emitted intense brilliance, the power of the Magic Eight Winds frantically pouring in from the dimensional rifts, entering the Yaksha's body.

The massive Magic Power caused colorful spiritual light to erupt from her seven orifices, making her look like a strangely shaped neon light.

The Dark Magic is the advanced form of the Dark Sect, a product formed by crushing and compressing the Magic Eight Winds, infinitely close to the original magic energy.

Only the strongest will, the most arrogant hubris, the most ruthless thoughts can command the Dark Magic, and even among the Dark Elves, known for producing ambitious and murderous tyrants, few could achieve it.

The Yaksha barely managed to release it with the aid of her magic wand and the support of her kindred, and the cost was also extremely high.

"Boss, these women are all dead."

Niu Daji reported in panic.

"What?!"

Liu Zheng turned to see the witches sitting on the ground had turned into mummified corpses.

He extended a tentacle to cautiously touch one, and the corpse instantly crumbled to pieces.

"So ruthless."

Liu Zheng remarked.

No wonder the Dark Elf population never grows; a single person fights, and the whole tribe suffers. It's no surprise their numbers don't increase.

"Dark Magic: Absolute Annihilation!"

The Yaksha raised her magic wand, unleashing the grand move she used against the Snow Horse once more.

This time, she went all out, using the Dark Magic version.

The eight Treasure Beads shattered, transforming into eight pure magic winds that she absorbed into her body.

The Yaksha stretched out her wand, and a magic singularity appeared before the Faceless Man.

As soon as it appeared, the space around it warped with immense gravity, firmly attaching the Faceless Man, along with the surrounding rootless flowers and soil, to the singularity, forming a massive soil sphere.

"Great Bloodhand Kane, I will protect your honor with my life."

The Yaksha prayed in her heart.

"Shifting Position!"

Just as she was about to detonate the magic singularity, something smacked hard against her back.

The next second, she and the Panda were inside the armored vehicle.