kvmb Chapter 161 Infinite Terror 3
Chapter 161 Infinite Terror 3
When Shen Ying saw the weapon skill upgrade information, her eyes lit up immediately, and she was so excited that she clicked to upgrade right away.
She recalled the astonishing power of the giant axe as it cleaved the monster; now that she could level up, it meant she had an extra layer of protection in the game.
Shen Ying carefully inventoried the resources in the original owner's personal space and studied the function of each item in detail, hoping it might come in handy at a crucial moment.
After taking inventory, Shen Ying frowned and paced back and forth.
"How many more dungeons are there? The villain is in the last dungeon. Do I have to clear each dungeon one by one to see him?"
Shen Ying felt immense pressure whenever she thought about the task requirements.
"What kind of luck do I have? How did I get dragged into this weird, broken game?" Her voice carried a hint of frustration.
With a "ding," a new message popped up on her wristwatch: the next dungeon was the Misty Forest dungeon, and her mission this time was to defeat the monsters in the Misty Forest.
Shen Ying was instantly transported to the instance.
The surrounding fog was thick and swirling, as if it were alive, like an unyielding milk, which confined her vision to a small area, making visibility extremely low.
She moved with difficulty. The trees around her were as tall as giants, their strange shapes like projections of a nightmare. Their branches grotesquely swayed in the mist, as if hiding countless pairs of prying eyes. Their gazes were like thorns in her back, making her skin crawl.
Suddenly, a faint sound came from behind, like the rustling of some creature stepping on fallen leaves.
Shen Ying's heart tightened suddenly, and her breathing became rapid. She quickly turned around, but the voice disappeared again, as if it had never appeared. She dared not relax and remained on edge.
Just then, a dark shadow seemed to flash by in the fog ahead.
Shen Ying took a deep breath, summoned the giant axe from her spatial storage, and gripped the handle tightly with both hands, her palms already soaked with sweat.
Her heart pounded in her chest. She stared intently ahead, her eyes wary. Fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, her hair swayed gently with her breath, and her body trembled slightly, yet she tried her best to remain calm.
The surrounding air seemed to freeze, with only her heavy breathing and heartbeat echoing in the silence.
"Calm down, you must calm down," she kept telling herself, but her body still trembled slightly uncontrollably.
Shen Ying carefully made her way through the misty forest, surrounded by a thick fog.
The tall, strange trees, like silent behemoths, cast eerie shadows, making the place even more mysterious.
Her vision was severely obstructed, and she could only barely make out blurry outlines nearby.
Shen Ying focused intently on her surroundings, gripping the giant axe tightly with both hands and raising it slightly.
Suddenly, a dangerous aura pierced through her like a sharp arrow. Her heart skipped a beat, and she quickly focused her mind. The axe blade gleamed with a cold light in the mist.
Just then, the fog around them churned violently, and a powerful force struck from the side like lightning.
Without hesitation, Shen Ying swung her giant axe and slashed fiercely in that direction. With a "whoosh," something seemed to dodge away very quickly, but all she could see was the vast fog.
At the same time, she felt a sharp pain in her arm, as if something sharp had cut her, and blood seeped out.
She was startled, and before she could recover, she heard a faint noise behind her, as if some creature was running at high speed.
Shen Ying turned around abruptly, gripped the giant axe tightly with both hands, held it horizontally in front of her, and assumed a defensive stance, but all she could see was the ever-churning mist.
Just then, out of the corner of her eye, she caught a blurry shadow flash by, only to have it vanish without a trace in an instant.
Her heart pounded, and fear surged through her like a tidal wave.
Shen Ying felt as if she were walking on thin ice with every step she took, her body trembling slightly from the tension.
She now felt as if she were in the center of a dark vortex, the feeling of being watched was like a thorn in her back, and it was getting stronger and stronger, as if countless eyes were looking through her inside and out under the cover of mist.
Every nerve in her body was on edge; it felt like a cold snake was slowly crawling down her spine.
Suddenly, she clearly felt a warm breath brushing against her neck, carrying the unique fishy and damp scent of the forest, like the whisper of death.
She turned around abruptly, but all she saw was an endless, thick, cotton-like white fog; the silence was eerie.
Just as Shen Ying was being wary of the surrounding movements, a sharp pain came from her leg.
Shen Ying cried out in pain and looked down. A wolf-like monster had appeared like a ghost, its sharp fangs deeply embedded in her leg. Blood gushed out like a fountain, instantly staining the surrounding grass red.
Shen Ying's face turned deathly pale instantly, and large beads of sweat rolled down her forehead. She gritted her teeth and endured the excruciating pain, raising the giant axe as tall as herself high with both hands and using all her strength to chop at the monster.
The giant axe sliced through the air in an arc, emitting a sharp whistling sound, like the roar of an angry dragon. It swung down with tremendous force, only to miss its target.
Shen Ying acted quickly, taking out healing potion from her spatial storage and sprinkling it on the wound on her leg.
As soon as the medicine touched the wound, it emitted a strange faint light, and the wound healed rapidly. The pain disappeared instantly, and Shen Ying breathed a sigh of relief.
Immediately afterwards, she gripped her giant axe tightly, ready for battle.
His eyes were fixed on the surrounding movements, not missing a single sound.
Shen Ying suddenly felt a chill run down her spine.
She turned around quickly, gripped the axe tightly with both hands, and used the momentum of the turn to swing it with all her might.
The axe drew an arc in the air, whistling through the wind, and struck heavily on an object.
In an instant, a shrill wolf howl pierced the silent air, sharp and shrill.
Immediately afterwards, a dull thud was heard as the monster was cleaved in two.
The split body writhed on the ground, its muscles and tendons twisted into a knot.
The wolf howled incessantly, each howl filled with pain and resentment.
Its body convulsed, and blood gushed from its wounds, spreading across the ground.
As time went by, the wolf's howling gradually weakened, and its struggles became increasingly feeble.
Shen Ying stood there, panting heavily, observing the monster while gripping her axe tightly, alert to her surroundings, ready to deal with any potential dangers.
Just as Shen Ying was about to turn her gaze away after the monster had completely stopped moving, a wolf howl suddenly rang out as if some kind of mechanism had been triggered.
The howls of wolves rose and fell, echoing in the air, instantly enveloping the surroundings in an even more sinister and terrifying atmosphere.
Shen Ying felt a chill run down her spine, swallowed hard, and inwardly groaned.
She wailed inwardly: How many monsters are there? Am I going to die here before I even find the villain?
The moment the thought crossed her mind, the wolf-like monsters pounced on her like madmen.
In the blink of an eye, wolf shadows leaped, each wolf's eyes gleaming with bloodlust, its open mouth revealing sharp fangs, emitting low growls.
Shen Ying took a deep breath, gripped the giant axe in her hand, and used all her strength to chop at the monster that was rushing towards her.