Chapter 60: Today Is Different From Yesterday

After absorbing the life essence of so many Voyeurs.His current strength was at low-risk third tier.

Although the advantage wasn't with him.

There was still a chance!

In the narrow emergency stairway.

Three figures continuously collided.

The enormous body of the Hulk Mask nearly blocked the entire stairwell. Having lost his right arm, his movements were clearly unbalanced, his body involuntarily leaning toward his unstable center of gravity when swinging his left fist.

"Bang!"

Another punch missed and smashed into the wall.

Su Zhan seized the opening created by his opponent's unstable balance. His right claw viciously tore through the keratin layer and stabbed into Hulk Mask's abdomen.

"Ugh!"

Hulk Mask staggered backward, smashing through the fire door behind him.

Seeing this, Clown Mask climbed spider-like on the wall with his six limbs, launching a sneak attack from the side.

Excruciating pain immediately shot through Su Zhan's left ribcage.

Clown Mask's limbs had somehow pierced through his scale armor, blood dripping down the appendages.

"Your blood is red! You've been deceiving us!"

Clown Mask screamed shrilly.

Su Zhan couldn't be bothered to explain.

His tail forcibly changed trajectory—not retracting for defense, but thrusting even more viciously toward his opponent.

But Clown Mask was much more agile.

Withdrawing his limbs, he immediately retreated, avoiding this strike.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The entire wall collapsed with a thunderous crash.

Su Zhan focused his gaze.

He saw Hulk Mask smashing the entire wall to pieces with punch after punch.

From here, he could already see this floor's dining area—the spacious hall and corridors.

Damn.

The terrain was restricting them, so he just widened the narrow space by force.

Su Zhan's sense of crisis sharply intensified.

Without time for further thought, he immediately launched an offensive against Hulk Mask.

Seizing the opening created by his opponent's unstable center of gravity.

A sweeping leg technique.

"Crash!"

The two-meter-tall behemoth crashed to the ground, crushing the stair railing to splinters.

Su Zhan pressed his advantage, his sharp claws aiming directly for his opponent's throat.

Hulk Mask rolled away in panic. The claw sank deep into the concrete floor, sending rock fragments flying.

"Get out and fight!"

Clown Mask screamed, using his limbs to pry at the ceiling.

An entire gypsum board came crashing down.

Su Zhan was prepared, executing a sideways flip to avoid it.

He deliberately kept the battlefield confined to the stairwell landing, where the space was even narrower. Hulk Mask couldn't even stand up completely straight there.

"Crack!"

Su Zhan seized the opportunity, his tail stabbing into Hulk Mask's left shoulder joint.

The sound of bone cracking echoed as another arm was brutally severed.

"No!!!"

Having lost both arms, Hulk Mask completely lost his balance, tumbling down the stairs like a mountain of flesh.

Every step he passed over shattered completely.

Clown Mask screamed as he pounced down from the ceiling, all three pairs of limbs simultaneously stabbing into Su Zhan's back.

One pair got stuck between his vertebrae.

One pair pierced through his lungs.

The final pair aimed at his heart was barely deflected by his scale armor.

Su Zhan spat out a mouthful of blood but used the momentum to grab the limbs piercing his body.

He swung Clown Mask over his head and smashed him into the ground.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Consecutive impacts.

Clown Mask was left dizzy and disoriented.

Su Zhan kicked him away, the three pairs of limbs pulling out from his body.

The pain made him grimace fiercely.

Fortunately, Aberrants possessed powerful healing abilities.

The wounds couldn't be said to heal immediately, but at least the bleeding stopped right away.

No time to cry out in pain.

Su Zhan immediately rushed toward Hulk Mask.

His sharp claws sank deep into Hulk Mask's throat, blood gushing out like a fountain.

The dying Aberrant erupted with its final strength, both legs kicking violently toward Su Zhan's chest.

The crisp sound of breaking ribs was clearly audible.

Su Zhan was sent flying several meters by this kick, crashing through the damaged wall and landing in a corridor on this level.

Gritting through the intense pain, he saw Hulk Mask's enormous body convulsing.

Its neck already broken, this behemoth had finally reached life's end.

One down.

But the crisis was far from over.

Clown Mask climbed out from the rubble, his six intact limbs inserting into the ceiling to hang him upside down in mid-air.

"You killed him!"

His voice was full of rage: "I'm going to take apart your bones one by one."

Su Zhan spat out a bloody foam.

He didn't respond, only slowly assuming a combat stance.

"Whoosh!"

Clown Mask waved his hand, launching a bone spike that shot forward like a javelin.

Su Zhan sidestepped to avoid it, the limb stabbing deep into the elevator door behind him.

Who knows what it hit.

The entire elevator immediately went out of control and plummeted downward, a thunderous roar echoing from the shaft.

The two engaged once more.

Fighting from the corridor into the banquet hall.

"Crash!"

The banquet hall's crystal chandelier was caught in the crossfire.

Countless glass fragments rained down.

Su Zhan seized the chance to grab a broken light chain, whipping it fiercely across Clown Mask's face.

The mask shattered upon impact, revealing the rotten, deformed face beneath.

"I'll kill you!"

Clown Mask went completely mad.

His remaining limbs all extended as he pounced like a hunting spider.

Su Zhan advanced instead of retreating, allowing all six limbs to pierce through his body while his hands clamped tightly around his opponent's neck.

Two pierced through his thighs, one stabbed into his side, one penetrated his lung, and the final two got stuck between his ribs.

They tumbled together into the buffet area.

Refrigerator glass exploded, countless utensils shaken loose by the massive impact.

Su Zhan's back was a mangled mess of flesh and blood.

But his hands gripping Clown Mask's neck didn't loosen one bit.

His opponent's limbs churned within his body, each movement bringing forth gushes of fresh blood.

Excruciating pain assaulted him.

Su Zhan's vision began to blur.

He could feel warm blood gushing from multiple wounds, pooling beneath him into a bloody puddle.

His opponent's six limbs were attacking him, but both hands were tightly protecting his neck. His sharp claws had pierced through his palms but were locked in place by muscle, unable to advance even a millimeter further.

Like this, he couldn't completely finish him off.

If this continued, he would definitely be the first to die!

Clown Mask's rotten face was right before him, wearing a mad grin.

"Eyes of the Abyss... Slow..."

"Click."

An illusory clock sound rang out.

All his remaining spiritual energy was poured into this.

This was his final trump card.

Clown Mask's movements suddenly became sluggish, every subtle motion requiring enormous effort.

His pupils contracted violently, watching helplessly as Su Zhan's blood-stained fingers slowly tightened.

Impossible!

He was so close!

If this were Clown Mask at his peak, he could easily break free from control of this level.

But today was different from yesterday.

Su Zhan's hands continued applying pressure like iron vices.

The power of the Eyes of the Abyss turned this life-and-death struggle into a one-sided execution.

Clown Mask's struggles grew increasingly feeble, the twitching of his limbs gradually stopping.

"Crack!"

A crisp bone-breaking sound echoed through the banquet hall.

Clown Mask's head tilted at an unnatural angle, his six limbs giving a few final spasms before finally hanging limp.

Su Zhan released his grip, staggering back several steps.

What followed was even more intense pain and dizziness.

He looked down—his injuries were more severe than he'd imagined.

He must, treat them quickly...

But right at this moment.

Footsteps came from outside the banquet hall.

This kind of sound wasn't the noise of a Voyeur's limbs hitting the floor.

But the sound of footsteps wearing shoes.

Su Zhan's current Aberrant form had exceptionally sharp senses. Even though the footsteps were quiet, he could hear them perfectly clearly.

Either the newcomer was an Aberrant.

Or the newcomer was his teammate.

Because ordinary people wouldn't be foolish enough to come out and investigate.

But given Su Zhan's current appearance, regardless of which it was, the situation would likely turn deadly.