87: Chapter 87 Killing Machine!

Boom—!!!

An indescribable, violent aura of bloodlust erupted with Xia Li at the center, sweeping frantically in all directions.

The stalactites at the top of the cave were shattered by this shockwave, falling to the ground and crumbling into powder.

The Butcher, who had been leering and preparing to reach out, was forced back five or six steps by this terrifying power, the flab on his face trembling.

"What's going on? Where did this broad get this kind of strength?!"

The Butcher roared, his voice filled with shock and uncertainty.

The only response he received was the dull, heavy sound of grinding bones.

Under the terrified gazes of everyone present, the Mechanical White Tiger that had been lying nearby let out one final, shrill roar.

Its metallic shell disintegrated instantly, turning into countless shimmering silver nano-parts that surged frantically toward Xia Li.

[Ding! Detected that the player's Mental Value is currently at 15 points! Sanity is about to reach zero!]

[Warning! Beastification Mode has entered an uncontrollable berserk state!]

[Beastification limit lifted! Killing instinct has taken over the brain!]

Xia Li's body twisted violently in mid-air.

A silver metallic shell spread rapidly along her limbs, finally sprouting a row of cold bone spikes along her spine.

Those eyes, which were once cold and clear, had now turned completely blood-red, devoid of any human emotion.

"Kill..."

A raspy, low voice that sounded as if it came from the depths of hell squeezed out of Xia Li's throat.

"Playing tricks! I'll split you open!"

The Butcher's scalp crawled as those blood-red eyes stared at him. He let out a wild roar and swung his massive wide-bladed cleaver, hacking down fiercely toward Xia Li's head.

This strike was heavy and powerful enough to split open a light armored vehicle.

However.

Xia Li merely raised her right hand slightly.

Clang—!

A crisp sound rang out.

The massive war blade was firmly caught in mid-air by Xia Li's fingers, which were covered in silver scales.

The Butcher used all his strength, but found the cleaver wouldn't budge an inch, as if it were welded to an anvil.

"This... this is fucking impossible!" The Butcher's eyes nearly bulged out of his head.

Xia Li tilted her head, her crimson gaze falling on Chen Li nearby.

By now, Chen Li had already collapsed to the ground in terror. Her promise of a ten-thousand metal block bounty seemed incredibly ironic at this moment.

"Pre... President..." Chen Li stammered, trembling.

Without any hesitation, the Chain Blade on Xia Li's left hand instantly snapped out.

Pfft!

There were no fancy movements, just a flash of cold light.

Chen Li's fear-stricken head flew high into the air, and blood sprayed onto the cave walls like a fountain.

Until the moment she died, Chen Li never received the reward she had dreamed of.

"Kill..."

Xia Li turned her head and looked at the Butcher.

"Shit! Everyone attack together! Kill this monster!"

The Butcher had completely panicked. He shoved the lackey beside him toward Xia Li and then scrambled toward the cave exit on all fours.

The hundreds of red-named thugs guarding the entrance opened fire one after another.

Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat!

The dense hail of bullets struck Xia Li's silver scales, only kicking up sporadic sparks without leaving even a single white mark.

Xia Li's figure instantly vanished from the spot.

The next second.

She appeared in the middle of the crowd of thugs.

"Ah—!!!"

Screams instantly tore through the night.

Xia Li became a streak of blood-colored light. With every flash, several thugs were brutally torn to pieces.

Five minutes.

Only five minutes.

The more than three hundred elites of the allied forces at the cave entrance had all been turned into piles of shredded meat.

Xia Li stood in the center of the corpses, her entire body drenched in blood, her beautiful face filled with a morbid madness.

[Ding! Current Mental Value: 10!]

[Sanity has completely snapped.]

[Target Recognition System locked: All moving biological entities.]

Xia Li suddenly looked up, her crimson gaze piercing through the heavy mist, dead-locked on the Butcher who was fleeing frantically several kilometers away.

"Kill..."

She exerted sudden force with her legs, and the rock beneath her feet instantly shattered.

Xia Li's figure shot out like a cannonball, charging directly toward the pitch-black highway.

...

This pursuit lasted for a full 1,500 kilometers.

From the 2,000-kilometer marker to the 3,500-kilometer marker, a suffocating, bloody battle royale played out on this highway.

The Butcher sat inside the heavy armored vehicle, his eyes bloodshot and filled with terrifying veins.

He had been driving for a full night without rest, his right hand welded to the steering wheel while his left hand constantly poured high-concentration stimulants into his mouth.

The engine let out a shrill wail under the overload, and the cabin was filled with the smell of burning, but he didn't dare stop.

He didn't even dare to slow down for a second.

Because on the edge of the radar, dozens of kilometers behind him, that blackish-red death mark followed him like a shadow.

That was Xia Li.

Over this journey of more than a thousand kilometers, Xia Li had completely transformed into an emotionless killing machine.

She didn't need sleep, and she didn't need supplies.

Any vehicle that appeared in her sight, whether it was an allied convoy or a passing solo player, was turned into scrap metal under her silver Chain Blades.

Along the way, Xia Li tore through the defensive lines of more than a dozen guilds.

She was like someone clearing weeds, casually dealing with batch after batch of players along the road, then continuing to accelerate, biting hard onto the Butcher's heels.

The distance between the two of them always remained around several dozen kilometers.

No matter how much the Butcher accelerated or used obstacles to shake her off, that red dot would always close back in within a short time.

The fear of death closing in inch by inch was driving the Butcher insane.

"Damn it! What kind of monster is this bitch!"

The Butcher roared as he looked at the gas tank, which was nearly empty.

Just as he was about to fall into despair.

At the end of the black highway ahead, a massive semi-transparent light screen suddenly appeared, reaching from heaven to earth.

As the Butcher drove into the light screen, a prompt suddenly popped up on his system panel.

[Ding! Do you wish to enter the Cross-Zone Racing Track?]

[Yes / No?]

The Butcher was stunned for a moment, then, as if grasping a lifesaver, a wild joy erupted in his eyes.

"Confirm entry!!"

"Hahahaha! It's not my time to die yet!"

"Stupid bitch! Sayonara!!"

Hum—!

The space let out a violent tremor.

The Butcher and his vehicle instantly vanished from the highway of the physical dimension.

And behind him.

That blood-colored streak of light, carrying a sky-piercing killing intent, violently tore through the darkness.

That night, blood stained a thousand miles.