The Only Player in ‘Child of Stardust’
Chapter 274 - 190: Virtual Spirit

Chapter 274: Chapter 190: Virtual Spirit

The cold malice was clearly the evil energy from the infected mushroom-headed monster’s arm.

The evil energy would greedily absorb the life force of the infected. The infection by the mushroom-headed monster meant imminent death, but these humans seemed to have harnessed this power...

Could it be that this wasteland world had already begun to experience transcendent awakenings?

Zhou Yuan’s mind raced, and he immediately shouted using his spiritual power, "Don’t touch the poison!"

The two young men who were about to pick up the grass biscuits suddenly trembled and looked back in confusion, "Huh?"

"Damn, how did this guy know?"

The man who brought the grass biscuits and sweet grass juice was shocked. Panicking, he pulled a knife from his waist and stabbed at the young man in front of him.

Bang!

A stone shot out like a bullet, knocking the knife away.

With a swoosh, Zhou Yuan appeared in front of the man, delivering a simple yet forceful punch to the man’s nose and mouth, knocking him to the ground.

Three or four teeth, accompanied by blood, sprayed from the man’s mouth and nose. Dizzy and disoriented, he briefly lost consciousness.

"Attack!" It was as if a powder keg had been ignited. The outsiders among the festival crowd quickly drew weapons hidden on their bodies, brandishing them at the stunned residents of Fire Seed Town.

A sudden riot broke out in the previously joyous and harmonious festival atmosphere.

However, no bloodshed occurred.

With the flickering firelight casting shadows on the ground, numerous slimy black arms emerged. They resembled the claws of demons released from the underworld, firmly grabbing all the rioters, binding them in place.

Hands holding weapons froze in midair, unable to move even an inch despite exerting all their strength.

"What is this?!"

The rioters let out terrified screams.

The cold, slimy black mud moved like a living creature, clinging to their bodies. Every inch of their skin felt that icy, slippery sensation, bringing an indescribable nausea and sending chills down their spines.

"Stand still."

Zhou Yuan commanded, and everyone was manipulated by the shadow mud, dropping their weapons and standing upright like statues.

The next second, Zhou Yuan’s figure disappeared, replaced by a shadow clone that looked identical to him.

These people were all ordinary humans, not one of them was a superhuman, and none of them possessed that evil energy. It was obvious that the real force was on Summer’s side, and the goal of these Goddess Night Cult followers was likely to assassinate or kidnap Summer’s father—the mayor of Fire Seed Town.

At that moment, Summer and Qiao, on their way home, suddenly stopped. A unique premonition of the new humans told them that something dangerous was approaching.

They drew their composite bows, nocked arrows, and quietly listened to the faint sounds from afar, trying to pinpoint the enemy’s location.

Whoosh, whoosh!

Arrows soared through the air, passing the burning lamps at the doorsteps of houses, causing the flames to flicker. Two painful screams echoed from the dim shadows.

"So fast!"

Summer was shocked. Though only an arrow’s time had passed, the other enemies were already within ten meters, too close to safely shoot again.

She decisively discarded the bow and drew a tactical knife from her waist, ready for close combat.

Bang, bang, bang!

Summer’s father pulled out a handgun from his pocket, firing at the rapidly approaching shadows. He was also a superhuman, and although his physical abilities had declined with age, his shooting skills remained precise.

Dozens of bullets shot towards the assailants, but then something unbelievable happened. The air in front of the attackers rippled like water, and a strong blocking force stopped the bullets in midair, halting them completely.

Moments later, the bullets lost all momentum and fell to the ground.

The three of them stared wide-eyed, never having seen such an eerie scene.

No time to think, the attackers were already upon them. Summer swung her tactical knife, only to hear it snap with a crisp sound.

The attacker held a blade made of dark energy, far harder and sharper than ordinary weapons, easily breaking the alloy-made tactical knife.

"Heretic, die!" The assailant shouted excitedly, stabbing the dark energy blade towards Summer’s heart.

Bang!

A thunderous crash exploded in the air. A splendid golden rod extended from the darkness, sweeping through the air like a baseball bat, mercilessly sending the attacker flying.

Blood splattered, and the attacker, with broken bones and tendons, was flung heavily to the ground, life and death unknown.

"Who’s there?"

The attackers were startled, retreating rapidly. Beads of sweat formed on their foreheads as a chilling sense of death enveloped the area.

Zhou Yuan wasted no time and immediately activated his mental psychokinesis—mental intimidation.

The nine still-mobile Goddess Night Cult followers shuddered, but they quickly regained their senses. Something in the depths of their souls opened its bloody mouth, consuming the damage from the mental psychokinesis and, in turn, strengthening itself.

Their auras slightly intensified.

Zhou Yuan raised an eyebrow. How could this be?

[Goddess Night Cult fanatics. They fanatically believed in the Goddess Night, forbidding any heretical objects that disrupt the night, such as electricity and flames.

Years ago, a religious purge drove them to another land. In the depths of that land, they encountered a mysterious supernatural creature—the Void Spirit.

The Void Spirit granted them immense power. Now, after decades of recuperation, they had returned for revenge.

Abilities: energy devouring, void plague, materialization.

Weaknesses: fear of physical damage, fear of bright and blinding light.]

Void Spirit...

Zhou Yuan had never heard of such a supernatural creature, likely unique to this world.

He didn’t think further. The immediate task was to deal with these fanatics. Well... in a way, they were actually his colleagues.

Since spiritual energy would be devoured, elemental energy probably would be too. Better to stick with fists and rods...

Zhou Yuan activated his True Dragon Breathing Skill. In an instant, a domineering pressure descended upon the space like a mountain. Everyone felt as if their throats were being squeezed by invisible hands, making it hard to breathe.

An overwhelming sense of helplessness arose within them, diminishing their fighting spirit.

In the brief silence, the faint firelight illuminated Zhou Yuan’s rapidly moving figure. He was so fast it seemed like he was simultaneously in front of every fanatic.

Having completed his elementalization, he could be omnipresent in such an environment!

He wielded his rod, causing sharp, whistling breaks through the air. The continuous crisp sounds of striking overlapped, forming a fleeting symphony as one fanatic after another was brutally smashed into pulp.

"Ha!" On the brink of death, one fanatic unleashed his potential, shouting loudly, and incredibly caught the Eastern Town Rod barehanded.

"Fourth stage..." Zhou Yuan was taken aback. After fully releasing his energy, this guy indeed had the power of the fourth stage.

The fanatic shouted again, his body surging with dark energy, forcefully knocking the Eastern Town Rod away. Two black energy longswords materialized in his hands, aimed straight for Zhou Yuan’s vitals.