120: Chapter 120 The Yin-Yang Twin Fiends Cannot Break Through the Defense, Despair on the Second Level

The moment he stepped into the corridor of the second floor, Lin Feng’s footsteps paused slightly.

Unlike the frenzied atmosphere of the first floor, which was mixed with the stench of decay and blood, the air here seemed frozen.

A colder, purer malice, like a cold current from the deep sea, silently enveloped him.

A faint scent, similar to aged sandalwood mixed with rust, permeated the air—a testament to the Evil Qi and killing intent that had settled for hundreds of years, seeping into every inch of the tower's stone.

The stone walls were no longer merely damp; instead, a layer of dark red dew, resembling beads of blood, had condensed on them, slowly sliding down the ancient runes and dripping onto the ground with a soft "drip, drip" sound.

In this dead silence, where even the sound of breathing seemed noisy, this monotonous sound felt like a funeral bell tolling against one's heart.

The space on the second floor was nearly half the size of the first, resembling a giant gourd that had been hollowed out.

The light was even dimmer, with only the eternal, eerie glow emitted by the Suppression Runes on the stone walls barely outlining the prison cells.

The number of prisoners here had dropped sharply, with only a mere thirty or forty people.

However, these thirty or forty people were like prehistoric beasts lurking in the darkness.

They did not gather in groups or shout rowdily like the rabble on the first floor.

Each person occupied their own corner, maintaining a subtle and wary distance from one another.

Some sat cross-legged, as still as boulders.

Some leaned against the walls, resting with their eyes closed.

Others curled up in the shadows, revealing only a pair of eyes that shimmered with an eerie light in the darkness.

Their prison uniforms had long since become tattered, but their gazes, honed through mountains of corpses and seas of blood...

...were like poisoned knives—cold and numb, yet hiding a madness in their depths that could incinerate everything at any moment.

To be imprisoned on this floor, every single one was a fierce bandit or a great villain whose mind, methods, and strength far exceeded the ordinary.

Any one of them was once an existence that could make an entire province pale at the mention of their name.

When Lin Feng’s figure, devoid of any worldly air, slowly emerged from the dark corridor...

...his clothes, so clean they were almost eyesores, formed a stark contrast with the environment.

Almost simultaneously, all the prisoners, whether sitting or lying, snapped their eyes open.

Dozens of cold, scrutinizing, and cruel gazes instantly focused on him.

There was no noise, no shouting.

Only a suffocating silence.

They saw Lin Feng’s appearance clearly—a young man with an ordinary Aura, who could even be described as "delicate."

But no one dared to show the slightest hint of contempt.

Because being able to walk up from the entrance of the first floor alone and unharmed spoke volumes in itself.

The first floor had already been "occupied."

"Interesting, another one who isn't afraid of death has come, and... he's a tough nut to crack."

A shrill, woman-like voice rang out from the deepest shadows of the prison cells.

The voice wasn't loud, yet it eerily pierced through the stagnant air, reaching everyone’s ears clearly.

Two figures, like two weightless shadows, slowly "floated" out of the darkness.

They were two identical middle-aged men, both wearing tattered black and white prison uniforms. Their bodies were as withered as two desiccated corpses, and their faces were so pale they lacked even a trace of blood.

The person on the left had a left pupil as black as ink.

The person on the right had a right pupil that was an eerie, ghastly white, like the eye of a dead fish.

They were the absolute rulers of this second floor, a notorious Demonic Path duo who had once stirred up endless trouble in the Southern Border by refining "Yin and Yang Corpse Puppets."

The Yin-Yang Twin Fiends.

Rumor had it they were originally conjoined twins who were separated by a Demonic Path expert using a secret technique. Since then, their minds were linked, and they cultivated an extremely eerie combined attack technique.

Their Physical Bodies had long been tempered by countless secret medicines to be incredibly tough. Coupled with their seamless coordination, no one on this second floor could stop them.

"Brother, look how clean he is. I hate this smell."

The "Yang Fiend" on the right stuck out his crimson tongue and licked his dry, cracked lips. A sickly, bloodthirsty light gleamed in his ghastly white pupil.

"Then let him... become just like us."

The "Yin Fiend" on the left spoke in a shrill voice. His ink-black pupil was like a bottomless vortex, firmly locked onto Lin Feng.

"How about we use his blood and internal organs to scrub this floor?"

The moment the words fell, the two moved.

Their movements were incredibly fast, with almost no acceleration phase, turning into two blurred shadows—one black and one white.

In a strange arc that completely defied the laws of physics, they flanked Lin Feng from the left and right, approaching him silently.

There was no violent wind, no terrifying Aura, only the precision, malice, and lethality of a venomous snake hunting its prey.

The Yang Fiend was in front, his five fingers forming a claw. His fingernails were a ghastly jade-white as he aimed straight for Lin Feng’s heart.

Meanwhile, the Yin Fiend followed closely like a shadow, attacking the back of Lin Feng’s head from a cunning angle. His movements were as gentle as a lover’s caress, yet they contained a terrifying power that could easily shatter tempered steel.

Their first move was a killing blow.

One Yin and one Yang, one in the light and one in the dark, they sealed off all of Lin Feng’s paths of retreat.

This coordination had caused countless famous experts to die on the spot.

Faced with this seamless pincer attack, Lin Feng’s face remained as calm as ever.

He didn't even move his feet an inch, as if he were paralyzed by fear.

Just as the Yang Fiend’s poisoned claw was about to touch his chest, he moved.

He didn't choose to parry, nor did he choose to retreat. Instead, using a completely illogical, even suicidal fighting style, he made no attempt to dodge, allowing the claw to strike his chest fiercely!

Screech!

An extremely ear-piercing friction sound rang out, like countless sharp knives scraping across a giant piece of raw oxhide at the same time!

Sparks flew everywhere!

The cruel grin on the Yang Fiend’s face instantly froze, replaced by endless shock and disbelief.

He felt as if his fingers had struck a piece of divine iron carved from an ancient primordial mountain!

That terrifying hardness and counter-shock force made his finger bones, which he had tempered for many years, let out a groan of being overwhelmed!

This was the terrifying defensive power brought by Lin Feng after pouring all his critical hit points into the Indestructible Asura Body!

Not even his skin was broken!

"How is that pos—"

The Yang Fiend’s horror lasted only for a thousandth of a second.

Because Lin Feng moved.

He ignored the attack on his chest and reached out his right hand at a speed that surpassed the limits of dynamic vision.

His target was not the Yang Fiend in front of him.

But the Yin Fiend behind him, who was about to sneak attack the back of his head!

Striking after the opponent but arriving first!

Trading an injury for a life!

No, it was trading no injury for a life!

"Not good!"

Alarm bells rang in the Yin Fiend’s heart. He had never seen such a bizarre fighting style!

To prefer enduring one person's attack just to kill another!

This was simply a madman!

Without thinking, he tried to pull back and retreat.

However, it was already too late.

Lin Feng’s palm seemed to cross the distance of space and ignore the resistance of the air. It landed lightly, yet with the weight of Mount Tai, on the crown of his head.

[7,850x critical hit points triggered!]

Bang!

No screams, no struggle.

The Yin Fiend’s head, which he thought was hard, exploded like a watermelon struck by a ten-thousand-pound hammer from the Nine Heavens!

Red and white matter, mixed with shattered skull fragments, splattered in all directions. His headless corpse, due to massive momentum, even lunged forward two steps before collapsing limply, twitching twice on the ground before falling silent.

One strike, one kill!

"Brother!!!"

The Yang Fiend let out a shrill scream that didn't sound human. His ghastly white pupils were instantly bloodshot, and his reason was consumed by endless madness.

His mind was linked with his brother's, and that instant shock of death made his Soul feel as if it had been struck by lightning.

Driven by madness, he made the most ruthless decision.

Abandoning all defense, he poured all his strength into his right leg. His body twisted in mid-air at an incredible angle, turning into a powerful, life-taking whip kick that fiercely swept toward Lin Feng’s ribs!

He wanted to avenge his brother! He wanted to kick this man in half!

Lin Feng didn't even look at him. Just as the opponent's leg was about to hit him, he casually raised his left arm, blocking it in front of him as if shooing away a fly.

Crack!

A crisp sound of bone fracturing rang out, making the scalps of all the prisoners present go numb!

The Yang Fiend’s right leg, which was strong enough to snap refined iron, actually bent backward at a bizarre angle the moment it hit Lin Feng’s arm!

Jagged white bone shards even pierced through the flesh and prison pants, hideously exposed to the air!

Yet, not even a mark was left on Lin Feng’s arm.

"Aaaahhh!!"

The intense pain caused the Yang Fiend’s face to contort completely, and he wailed like a beast while clutching his broken leg.

"Noisy."

A hint of disgust flashed in Lin Feng’s eyes, and he threw a backhand slap.

The movement was simple and direct, yet as fast as lightning.

Slap!

The Yang Fiend’s wailing stopped abruptly.

His entire head was spun three hundred and sixty degrees by the slap, his neck bones completely shattered. His body, like a discarded sack, flew out spinning.

He slammed heavily into the stone wall dozens of meters away. With a "bang," he turned into a blur of meat paste and slowly slid down.

The entire second floor fell once again into a deathly, suffocating silence.