When Si Yu uttered the words "Like you, a Soul Intent," several questions instantly sprang to Feng Bujue's mind. Although he shared almost all information since entering the game with his teammates, he had kept a few things to himself. For example, his encounter with Woody in the login space, his interactions with several derivatives, and the term "Soul Intent."

However, Si Yu's words indicated that she not only knew about the existence of Soul Intent, but also knew very well that Feng Bujue possessed this ability.

"I understand, she should have awakened long ago," Feng Bujue thought for a few seconds, arriving at a reasonable explanation, "Perhaps she didn't know what this ability was called at first, but she later found out the name 'Soul Intent.' Hmm... if it were me, I would also find a way to find out..."

"Today, when she learned that the person who suddenly rose to second place on the combat power ranking list was me, she immediately deduced that... my ranking increase was due to the awakening of Soul Intent. And the battle just now made her realize that my ability type is different from hers... Wait, that means she knows more about Soul Intent than I do... I have to ask her properly when we get out of the scenario..."

These thoughts flashed by in an instant, and now was not the time to delve into them. Even if Si Yu didn't attack, the bleeding effect wouldn't wait. If he didn't activate Battle Demon Descent, Feng Bujue would soon turn into white light.

"Then... I won't be polite," Feng Bujue said, and activated his title skill.

...

Darkness.

Endless darkness.

Silent, breathless, colorless, tasteless...

Here, low-dimensional beings would involuntarily question their own existence.

Because they had lost all their senses, with only consciousness remaining.

"What... is happening..." Feng Bujue couldn't tell whether these words came from his mouth or were just thoughts in his mind.

At this moment, Feng Bujue had lost his five senses. Even if he could speak, he wouldn't be able to hear himself.

"One second I was lying on top of the container... how did it suddenly become like this..." Feng Bujue thought, "Is it some kind of illusion? A bug in the game?" What made him uneasy was that he was clearly in a non-sleep mode, but he couldn't even feel his body in the real world. Moreover, the game menu was also out of order...

"Could it be that the unknown shadow in my head has finally gone haywire..." Feng Bujue was the kind of person who always planned for the worst, so he began to suspect... that he had died in the game pod.

"Another pitiful soul." Suddenly, a deep voice entered his ears.

"Who is it? Yama? Satan? Hades? Anubis?" Jue-ge asked four names in one breath. Judging from the identities of these four, Feng Bujue was quite aware of where he would go after death.

He had long thought that even if there was a so-called "underworld" in this universe, he certainly wouldn't go to heaven.

"But you are a bit different..." The voice didn't answer Feng Bujue's question, but said to itself, "I can't even smell your fear and helplessness..." It paused for a moment, "Why is that?"

"Ah~ Helplessness is not my style," Feng Bujue replied. When he said the second sentence, he realized that his hearing had returned the moment the voice appeared, "As for fear... I'm sorry, I can't help it."

"Hmm..." The voice pondered, "Alright, tiny ant, what are you doing here?"

"Uh... where is this?" Feng Bujue could only answer with a question, because he really didn't know how to answer.

"This is my prison," the other party replied.

"So... who exactly are you?" Feng Bujue actually said in a very impatient tone, it seemed he really didn't like asking the same question twice.

"Who am I... who am I..." the voice repeated, as if muttering to itself, "I... really can't remember."

"You don't remember who you are, you only remember being locked in a cage..." Feng Bujue said casually.

"Yes... I've been imprisoned for too long." The tone of the voice became sorrowful, "Although occasionally one or two humble creatures come here, as long as you stay in the same space as me for too long, you tiny existences will be gradually and unconsciously swallowed and absorbed by me...

"In the end, all that accompanies me is endless darkness and loneliness..."

"Just based on that, it's no wonder you're locked up," Feng Bujue said, "I'm very curious, what kind of Da Luo Golden Immortal imprisoned you..."

"Who knows..." the voice replied, "A long, long time ago, I firmly remembered that name. Even after forgetting my own name, I didn't forget the name of my enemy. I thought... even the ice and snow of ten thousand winters couldn't cool my anger. Only by tasting the taste of revenge could my anger be calmed.

"However... I finally forgot, forgot the appearance of the other party, forgot the name of the other party, and even forgot the reason why I was locked up here."

The more Feng Bujue listened, the more unhappy he felt, "Alright, this I-don't-know-anything brother, it seems you have nothing to tell me."

"You should leave," the voice said earnestly, "If you stay here, you will be swallowed up before long."

"Ah... I really don't want to stay long either," Feng Bujue said, "But I can't even feel my body now, how can I..."

"You came here on your own, didn't you?" the voice interrupted, "As long as you can remember why you came, you can go back."

"That's what I'm saying~ I just don't know how I..." Feng Bujue was about to say when his mind buzzed, "That's right! I used a skill, and then..." He immediately said to the voice, "I say... nameless prisoner sir. Does the word 'demonization' sound familiar to you?"

"Demonization..." The other party was silent for a few seconds after hearing this, "Ha... haha... hahahaha..." Followed by a burst of chilling laughter.

"Hmm... this kind of reaction seems to mean you know something," Feng Bujue thought.

"I understand the purpose of your coming here." After a moment, the voice restrained its laughter and said in a deep voice, "Wanting to demonize... is very easy."

In the darkness, the sound of a giant creature taking a deep breath suddenly came.

The next second, an unprecedented physical pain instantly swallowed Feng Bujue's consciousness, as if the flames of the deepest hell were roasting his soul.

This feeling was obviously far beyond the limitations of the game. Under normal circumstances, a person would probably have fainted long ago.

But Feng Bujue clearly experienced every bit of the bone-piercing and soul-devouring torment.

...

Time, as if stopped, or as if it was eternal.

I don't know how long it had passed, but light reappeared in front of Feng Bujue's eyes. The coolness of the clear water hitting his body made him feel reborn.

Everything just now was both real and illusory, hard to distinguish between reality and illusion. Only the soul-burning pain was unforgettable...

At this moment, Feng Bujue found that he was still on the shelf, but his whole body was shrouded in a ball of black fighting qi. The black energy was surging around him like flames. Even a master like Si Yu found it difficult to approach due to the invisible force.

"This is... demonization..." Feng Bujue muttered to himself.

"His eyes have changed..." Si Yu thought, "Is he going to get serious..."

"Heh... calling it the power of a demon god is well-deserved," Feng Bujue curled up one side of his mouth and said with an evil smile.

"This transformation effect only lasts for three minutes, I advise you to save your time for exclamation..." Si Yu kindly reminded him.

"Don't worry." Feng Bujue interrupted the other party, "Three minutes is enough."

When Si Yu heard the word "enough," she understood what Jue-ge meant. She didn't talk nonsense anymore, lightly tapped her toes, and suddenly rushed over.

The Holy Sword of Conferment slashed down diagonally, seemingly a slow and gentle movement, but it erupted with a destructive force.

Sword light flashed, severing in a line.

The shelf, which was as huge as a cliff to the players, was actually cut off at one corner by this sword... the separated part slowly moved down and fell like a landslide.

And Feng Bujue, who was leaping in the air and avoided the slash, still maintained a calm expression and said, "Hmm, not bad."