The Great Thousand World of Green Blue is a vast city, home to the Ice Bull Race.
At this moment, the city was overcome with an unprecedented sense of panic. Balloons suddenly floated above the city, but these were no ordinary balloons. They were balloons with human heads.
The heads of many members of the Ice Bull Race hung above the city, floating like balloons, each one displaying an expression of endless horror.
Blood streamed from their noses, mouths, ears, and more, leaving little to the imagination of the horrors they had endured before their deaths.
An eerie aura radiated from the entire city.
"What's going on? What's happening?"
"Who did this? How dare they kill the members of the Ice Bull Race and hang their heads in the sky like this? What a joke."
A group of Ice Bull clan leaders were furious, assuming it was an intentional provocation.
"No, they were not killed by an enemy. It's said that they hanged themselves. After their deaths, their heads and bodies were severed, transformed into balloons, and rose into the air. This horrifying scene came to be."
A Ice Bull spoke in a solemn voice.
"Are you serious? They hanged themselves? Even if they did, it shouldn't have involved so many people."
"It's true. Some clan members believe this is a curse. All those affected by the curse hang themselves, and their heads turn into balloons, floating into the air. It's said that hundreds of clan members have died over the past 200 days."
"This is absurd. What is the city lord doing about this?"
"Don't worry, it's said that even the city lord has fallen victim to the curse. His head was turned into a balloon, floating in mid-air, and he can't die anymore."
"The city lord is dead too? What happened? Also, why haven't these human head balloons been removed? They're still floating in mid-air; it's terrifying."
"If you touch one of these human head balloons, it will explode instantly, creating a terrifying force capable of killing anyone who makes contact. The curse also spreads."
"No wonder no one dares to take down the balloons. This must be the source of the curse."
"It seems like this city is no longer safe. If we stay here any longer, we're all doomed."
Many Ice Bull clan members were filled with terror. They felt that the entire city was under a curse. If they stayed, they too would perish.
Whoosh!
A figure appeared in a corner of the city, looking up at the human head balloons floating in the sky. In his hand was a pen, diligently recording the details of the event.
Grotesque No. 678545, Code Name: Human Head Balloon.
"Its body is a steel wire rope, capable of strangling countless lives, severing their heads, turning them into balloons, and sending them floating into the air. It creates unimaginable fear."
"The source of the grotesque: It is said that in a village, a woman tragically died in despair by hanging herself. Her head floated in mid-air, instilling fear into the hearts of the villagers."
"Rules of action: It kills indiscriminately, generates fear, and spreads terror. Wherever it appears, life in the cities is wiped out, and human heads float above the city. As the fear spreads, its power grows stronger."
"Threat Level: High."
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Red Rock World.
At this moment, in a forest.
"Quick, run! Don't let that monster catch us!"
"Damn it, how did we provoke such a creature?"
Over a dozen members of the Scale Clan fled frantically through the forest. They were terrified. No one was chasing them, yet they continued to run as if their lives depended on it, not daring to look back.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
At that moment, rhythmic footsteps echoed in the darkness. Though there was no visible figure, the footprints on the ground were unmistakable.
Clearly, these terrifying grotesque footprints were closing in on the Scale Clan members, and their speed was increasing. The sound of the footsteps reverberated like drumbeats, pounding in their hearts.
"No, I can't run anymore."
With a crash, one of the Scale members fell to the ground, breathless. His entire body collapsed in exhaustion. He had no strength left after running for three days and nights, trying to avoid the pursuit. Yet, despite all his efforts, the creature continued to chase him.
"Stop running. We should fight this monster. Running like this won't get us anywhere. We might as well fight to the death." The Scale warriors gritted their teeth, their faces grim.
They had been driven to this point, with nothing left to lose. It was their final stand.
"Oh no, it's back."
One of the Scale warriors' faces changed drastically.
Boom!
In an instant, countless footprints appeared on the ground. A transparent saber aura burst from the void, slicing through the Scale warriors in an instant.
With a snap, the Scale warriors had no chance to resist and were swiftly cut down.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
After killing the Scale warriors, the transparent footprints seemed to lose interest, wandering aimlessly off into the distance, step by step.
The footprints left on the ground were a strange and eerie sight.
Whoosh!
A figure appeared in the sky, looking down upon the scene. With a pen in hand, he began recording the details of this grotesque encounter.
Grotesque No. 98778, Code Name: Sword Demon.
"Its body is transparent, invisible to all life. It exists within the dimensions of time and space, moving across the world with actions that defy logic.
It leaves footprints on the ground. If someone steps on them, they are immediately pursued and killed by bladesmen. Once struck by the sword, death is certain. This is an unsolvable blade."
"No matter how you dodge or how fast you are, no matter where you hide, once struck by the Sword Demon, death is inevitable."
"Rules of action: It thrives in battlefields.
The bloodier the scene, the more bladesmen will appear.
Wherever the bladesmen show up, death follows.
The ground becomes filled with their footprints.
Step on them, and death is guaranteed. At this moment, the power of the bladesman is growing exponentially."
"The source of the grotesque: It is said that the Sword Demon originates from a battlefield. Having spent his entire life with swords, he became a devil after mastering his craft. Countless lives have fallen before his blade, dying tragically after a Qi deviation.
However, even in death, the Sword Demon remains restless. His soul turned to a ghost, wandering the world to challenge enemies, honing his sword technique and striving for perfection."
"Threat Level: Very High."