"Dream Demon, don't say that. You must have collected no fewer souls than I have. It's a pity that the poor souls you collect all turn into monstrous puppets behind you.
Only those I grant death to can truly experience the transcendence of dying."
"Enough with the nonsense, prepare for battle!"
Mengmeng roared immediately.
The Death Chanter paused,
"Bat... battle? We don't provide meals here. If you're looking for a final meal, you've come to the wrong place."
"What did you say? I said prepare to meet your death!"
"Your hearing must be the problem!"
"No, it's your ears that are deaf!"
"Clearly, you weren't clear enough!"
"Your ears are deaf."
"Where on earth are you from with that accent?"
"That's none of your business!"
Seeing the two native powerhouses bickering, Wan Lei's forehead creased with black lines. He asked softly,
"Mengmeng, judging by your tone, taking him down shouldn't be a problem, right?"
"Hmph, I can't beat him, but we're both memes. It just depends on who's stronger."
Mengmeng straightened her neck and led her puppet subordinates to charge at the Death Chanter.
The attack was sudden. Mengmeng lunged at the Death Chanter, while her puppets lumbered forward with their clumsy steps towards the monster named Carl.
Mengmeng had no weapon, but every move she made was sharp and fierce. The Death Chanter, on the other hand, produced a scepter topped with a bird's head and sharp beak, continuously casting spells and attacking Mengmeng.
As for the four adorable puppets, their methods of attack were nothing short of comical.
The clown puppet continuously threw small balls at the monster. His supply of small balls seemed endless, and soon the ground was littered with them.
The little boy playing with a shuttlecock attacked by manipulating the feathers of the shuttlecock.
The rocking horse flew up and slammed into the monster repeatedly.
The Barbie doll's methods were even more astonishing; she could shoot lasers from her eyes.
Seeing both sides engaged in a fierce battle, Wan Lei could no longer sit still.
"Let's go, we should help them. It's rare to find an opponent we can fight. We haven't had a proper battle since we entered the Ghost Immortal Secret Realm."
Wan Lei was right. Since entering this secret realm, they had either been unilaterally beaten or had been unilaterally beating others. They had never had a real fight.
Now, there was finally a tangible monster for them to attack. Although the opponent's combat power, defense, and abilities were unknown, Wan Lei, who had been feeling stifled for so long, was eager to test his skills against this monster.
After all, the Death Chanter looked like a mage, and a meme at that. He could very well be some kind of undying monster.
This giant monster had a physical form, meaning it could at least be hit.
The group charged towards the monster. Before Wan Lei even reached it, a bolt of lightning struck the beast.
After a loud explosion, although the monster was unharmed, it cried out in pain.
Seeing this, Wan Lei and the others were delighted. As long as it could be hurt, it could be killed!
The five of them charged forward, launching their attacks at the monster.
For a time, lightning flashed and thunder roared in the sky, winds howled, and flames billowed. The monster was completely engulfed in various energy attacks.
Under the torment of so many bizarre and absurd situations, Wan Lei and the others, who had been repressed for too many days, finally had a chance to vent. They attacked the monster with all their might.
This monster was the Death Chanter's most powerful subordinate. It was not only tough and resilient but also extremely strong in combat. The strange entities within the secret realm feared its terrifying combat prowess.
This was because most of the other entities relied on unpredictable changes to achieve their goals, using underhanded tactics. Against this native monster, Carl, it was difficult to win.
Because Carl was simply too strong.
But this immensely powerful monster had now met its match.
No matter how thick its hide, it couldn't withstand the bombardment of lightning and the scorching of flames. Cries of agony echoed through the sky, one after another.
The Death Chanter, who was battling Mengmeng, finally couldn't stand it when he saw his pet being brutalized by Wan Lei and the others.
"Enough, you bastards! I kindly bestow death upon you, yet you abuse my Carl. Do you really think I won't get angry?"
"Heh, who would willingly die? If you want to kill others, are you not allowed to fight back?"
Mengmeng retorted immediately.
"That's because you always treat death as a bad thing!"
The Death Chanter's ugly face contorted even further.
"The living fear the undead who are eternally damned, but I see only beauty and purity in the existence of the dead. It is the perfect fusion of life and death.
Death is not the end; the journey has just begun..."
"Then go die yourself!"
Wan Lei, leaving the battlefield, held the Hammer of the God of Thunder and drew a five-colored lightning bolt from the sky, striking the Death Chanter's head.
This bolt of lightning directly destroyed the gate of hell and sent the Death Chanter flying.
Wan Lei's eyes lit up.
"Good heavens, this guy can be attacked too! He's not that scary!"
"You ungrateful fools! Listen to a requiem, and fall asleep."
The Death Chanter stood up, pointed his bird-headed scepter at Wan Lei and the others, and then a long, melodious piece of music began to play.
The sound made one involuntarily want to fall asleep, to relax their entire body. It was as if in the dark of dreams, a light was guiding them to explore.
Wan Lei became alert, but he realized that even by sealing his six senses, he could not stop the sound from lingering and echoing in his mind.
The masks covering their faces also fell off under the sonic waves, revealing their true appearances. Wan Lei felt his consciousness becoming blurry, as did the others. Hong Lian and the other two, whose wills were not very firm, wore expressions of rapturous intoxication.
However, at this moment, a sudden change occurred.
"I saw a five-colored lightning bolt descend from a distance earlier. It really was you here, Wan Lei!"
Wan Lei mustered his remaining strength and turned to look.
The sight made his scalp tingle, and he immediately snapped out of his drowsiness.
Qiong Ku and Qiong Shen, accompanied by over a dozen demon marshals, were charging towards them.
Wan Lei immediately took out the Fate Control Diagram and collected Hong Lian and the other two. In a battle of this intensity, if the three of them participated, they would have virtually no hope of surviving.
But he did not flee.
Although he was no match for so many opponents, his speed was inferior to theirs. He would eventually be caught.
Rather than fleeing and fighting a rushed battle, it was better to choose the battlefield here.
The Death Chanter was still playing the requiem. This sound affected him, and it would surely affect the demons as well.