Dimensional Hotel
Chapter 349 Crushing Game

Chapter 349: Chapter 349 Crushing Game

The Black-clothed Cultivator reacted extremely quickly. Although he couldn’t figure out the sudden change in the environment or the golden-haired girl knight in front of him, he swiftly adjusted his state and instantly activated a Secret Technique, intending to use his Magic Treasure to fend off the enemy.

However, the next second, he was stunned to find that he felt no response from the Magic Treasure.

All his Magic Treasures were gone, and even the Flying Sword he held a moment ago had somehow turned into a bare stick.

The Black-clothed Cultivator stared blankly at the stick in his hand, vaguely recalling that it was the wooden sword his master had tossed him for practice when he first started on the Immortal Path.

But the knight in front of him clearly didn’t give him a chance to continue reminiscing.

A sound of footsteps came from not far away; the golden-haired knight girl had already raised the Holy Sword in her hand and charged at the Black-clothed Cultivator in silence.

Flames blazed on the Holy Sword, emitting a power that seemed capable of burning the soul itself. The Black-clothed Cultivator had no time to think and could only desperately infuse his stick with Spiritual Power and face the enemy already upon him.

But the next second, his mind was suddenly filled with confusion and pain, as if his perspective had been split into two halves. He simultaneously saw another scene—it was as if he stood deep within the Exotic Realm covered in yellow sand, where an Iron Puppet caught in the "immobilization mirror" trembled eerily in mid-air. It slowly broke free from the Magic Treasure’s restraint and leaped gracefully like a dance. Its razor-sharp claws reached straight for him!

The Black-clothed Cultivator’s mind was in shock, finding his body extremely sluggish. He barely managed to move his legs to narrowly dodge the sharp fingertips, but in the next second, he saw in another layer of perception that the armored golden-haired woman slashed down with her sword. He dazedly and confusedly blocked with the stick, only to see it rapidly decay and weather into dust upon contact with the blazing Holy Sword!

In the gray wilderness under the suspended Nether River, the Black-clothed Cultivator instantly lost an arm, feeling soul-rending pain, and instinctively turned to flee in terror!

On the Exotic Realm battlefield covered in yellow sand, one of his arms suddenly hung down. Even though it had no external injuries, it began emitting black smoke, quickly withering into a charred piece as if scorched by an invisible force.

He retreated in horror, and meanwhile, his companions around him finally noticed something was wrong in this area.

Another Black-clothed Cultivator wearing a deep red mask rushed from the side, intending to ambush Luna, who was leaping into the air. However, just halfway there, Luna turned her head abruptly as if she had eyes on the back of it.

In an instant, the Black-clothed Cultivator in the deep red mask felt everything around him losing color. That smiling, pale face seemed to occupy his entire vision as the only existence in the world. The next second, he felt a cool sensation on his arm.

A Fingertip Blade slashed across his arm, almost severing it at the root.

He let out a muffled grunt, falling to the ground in terror, only to see that the endless sand vanished in a blink. A vast gray field rushed forward, with twelve hollow brass armors emerging between the wild grasses as if stirred by a bone-chilling wind. The Brass Knights silently raised their blades and charged forward in silence...

The two Black-clothed Cultivators’ lifeless bodies fell one after another among the sand, dying so suddenly that nearly everyone, friend or foe, was caught off guard.

One of them had merely lost an arm, while the other hadn’t even been physically struck by the "Artificial Saintess" before dying.

Some kind of invisible fire burned through their bodies within a few breaths, and the two strong Cultivators were reduced to huddled ashes, with black smoke rising.

One of them seemed to suddenly understand something at the moment of death, desperately raising his head to his nearest companion, his eyes blinking and mouth opening as if to say something, but only a few hoarse noises came from his throat—his body thought it was still alive, but that was just a brief illusion created a few seconds after his death.

In the moment, the few remaining Black-clothed Cultivators besieging Hu Li and Yu Sheng were stunned by the bizarre scene before them, instinctively stopping in their tracks. Everyone’s attention was fixated on Luna, who had suddenly emerged. Various protective Magic Treasures were summoned, and ferocious attacks targeted the steel puppet.

Luna merely bent slightly, crossing her legs like the close of a dance, raising her hands as ten Fingertip Blades flashed a cold light in the air.

When she raised her head, each Black-clothed Cultivator’s perception was torn into two parts—in the world of souls, they all saw that abruptly descending gray wilderness and the golden-haired girl beneath the suspended Nether River who raised her Holy Sword at them.

And the Brass Knight Order gathered behind the girl.

Yu Sheng stood atop Hu Li’s head, staring somewhat dazedly at the bizarre battle scene not far away.

He saw Luna moving gracefully and elegantly among the enemies, her fingertip blades fluttering like butterflies, entirely unlike her usual slow and clumsy self.

He saw the Black-clothed Cultivators attacking acting strangely, as if their bodies and minds were severely disturbed, with some sporadically standing bewildered as if their souls were being pulled elsewhere, without the slightest reaction even when blades struck.

Some Black-clothed Cultivators fell, toppled by Luna’s Fingertip Blades.

Some weren’t wounded by the blades, not even touched by Luna at all—yet they too fell, standing rigidly for a moment before collapsing into the sand, their bodies burned to cinders by invisible flames, as if killed in another world.

The two Erin sitting on Yu Sheng’s shoulders were also dumbfounded. The little puppet watched in bewilderment for a long time: "...What the hell? C-type clasp never had this move before, right?"

Yu Sheng frowned silently, and it seemed at that moment, he suddenly "saw" something.

The connection built by blood was transmitting the world seen through Luna’s eyes to him.

The worlds of reality and soul overlapped, the desert wasteland stretched vast, and amidst the deadly "dance" of the Artificial Saintess, the blond girl wielding the Holy Sword led the Brass Knight Order in pursuing a group of bewildered souls.

"...Double-front battle?" Yu Sheng murmured to himself.

Erin didn’t quite catch it: "What?"

Yu Sheng waved his hand: "We’ll worry about it later, let’s take care of these people first—Luna! Xuan Che! Let’s find a way to leave one alive!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Hu Li beneath his feet leaped towards the nearest Black-clothed Cultivator.

Few enemies remained alive.

The remaining two or three Black-clothed Cultivators realized the situation was hopeless, and there was nowhere to hide or escape in this vast Exotic Realm, so they fought fiercely, with a near-desperate determination.

Not far away, Xuan Che leapt into the air and struck down towards the enemy: "Medical Dispute Mediation Palm!"

In front of Yu Sheng, a Black-clothed Cultivator moved with lightning speed, passing through the protective Fox Fire around Hu Li, and several small cauldrons emerged from thin air behind him, flying up to block Erin’s scorching ray. Although these Magic Treasures were shattered by the powerful beams, it allowed him to advance successfully to Yu Sheng, and then slash down with his sword.

Yu Sheng stood unflinching, raising the Tetanus Wand in his hand, which had been soaked in his blood and strengthened countless times with Fox Fire and Mysterious Iron by Hu Li, to meet the attack head-on against the brutal Wolf Fang Club. A loud crash erupted—

Then countless black threads exploded forth from Yu Sheng’s side, and as the Black-clothed Cultivator’s body stiffened from the blocked blow, Erin tightly wrapped this enemy up.

The enemy encased in a black cocoon fell straight to the ground, and Hu Li hurried forward, stomping on it with her forepaw.

In the next second, she yelped in surprise, quickly lifting her paw and rubbing it vigorously on the sand beside her, whimpering as she did so.

The little puppet immediately laughed out loud: "Silly fox! When I say you’re silly, you really are! Why did you touch my threads?"

The fox continued to rub her paw in the sand, having already dug a half-meter-deep hole: "I just didn’t want him to escape..."

Erin pursed her lips: "You underestimate me."

As they spoke, the battle had already ended.

The last Black-clothed Cultivator turned into a corpse in front of Luna, falling in the desert.

The surroundings finally calmed down.

Yu Sheng jumped down from Hu Li, seeing Xuan Che walking over with a look of regret.

"I wanted to keep one alive, but this last one used a self-destructive technique to the end. I didn’t expect him to have a Magic Treasure that burns spiritual essence... When I realized it, it was too late to stop him."

Luna also came over, after the battle ended she returned to her slow and even a bit sluggish demeanor, lowered her head in front of Yu Sheng, and after a long pause finally spoke: "Dead, wanted to hold back, but too weak."

Erin immediately gave Luna a strange look and then started babbling: "Why are you even better than before... Were you holding back tactics last time... clearly a defeated opponent..."

Luna shook her head: "New move, useless to you, you’re brainless."

Erin thought for a moment, then exploded in anger: "...C-Type Clasp!!!"

"Alright, alright, you can slowly fight it out later," Yu Sheng quickly restrained the little puppet ready to jump up in anger, then glanced at the Black-clothed Cultivator still wrapped in Erin’s black threads, shivering in pain from the bone-chilling cold, "It’s fine; we still have one alive here—Erin’s ability is indeed useful for capturing people."

Erin was still angry, but at Yu Sheng’s words she immediately perked up, a smug smile appearing on her face: "Of course, who am I~"

Yu Sheng smiled, reaching out to pat the little puppet on the head, allowing her to enjoy her moment of pride, then turned his gaze back to the Black-clothed Cultivator tied like a zongzi.

Next, it was time to slowly investigate where these people came from.