Qi Xia walked forward step by step, his right hand raising the dagger.

Xuanwu looked at Qi Xia coldly, also raising her right hand. With a light squeeze, something appeared in her hand.

It was a finger.

Qi Xia froze, only feeling his left hand turn completely cold.

He looked down to see that his left index finger had actually been severed.

It was now radiating intense pain, yet no blood spurted out.

He slowly raised his left hand to look at it, discovering that his finger had clearly been cut off by something. The cross-section was clearly visible, yet the blood inside seemed locked in place—not a single drop had flowed out.

“Strange power…” Qi Xia sneered coldly. “How absurd. Are you people really ‘gods’?”

“Audacious.” Xuanwu squeezed her hand again, and another finger was pinched between her fingers.

Qi Xia felt that the person before him didn’t need to touch him at all—she could break his fingers one by one from a distance. This feeling was extremely painful.

“Damn it…” Qi Xia’s left hand trembled slightly. Though not a single drop of blood had flowed, he felt heart-wrenching pain. “This is what you call ‘enjoying the slaughter’?”

After hearing this, Xuanwu tossed the two fingers in her hand onto the ground like garbage, then swept aside the long hair blocking her face.

Qi Xia discovered this woman was actually smiling.

“You’re not afraid?” she asked.

“Afraid?” Qi Xia smiled slightly. “I’m preparing to kill you right now. What do you think—am I afraid or not?”

“Kill me…? You said kill me?!” Xuanwu nodded, all her hair swaying with the movement of her head. “Good, excellent. Come kill me, quickly come kill me…”

Qi Xia gritted his teeth, took a couple of running steps forward, and directly stabbed the dagger into Xuanwu’s chest.

But the sensation of this stab felt very unreal.

He felt like he had inserted the knife into a sandbag.

“Am I dead?” Xuanwu asked.

Qi Xia steeled his heart and viciously twisted the dagger in his hand.

He had died to this very move before. Even if he couldn’t defeat Xuanwu, he had to make her suffer immensely.

But just like the sensation from before, the feel of this stab was too strange.

This Xuanwu wasn’t like a person—more like a plant.

Her body was very easy to penetrate, and inside seemed hollow.

“Am I dead now?” Xuanwu paused and asked in confusion.

Her question sent chills down Qi Xia’s back, while Li Xiangling in the distance was also trembling.

This woman was too eerie.

Qi Xia knew this might be his only chance. Right now, he could only try every possible method.

He pulled out the knife, aimed at Xuanwu’s neck, and stabbed again.

It was the same sensation—illusory, ethereal.

“Oh?” Xuanwu was startled. “Will this kill me?”

Qi Xia swallowed and slowly pulled out the dagger, only to discover there was a clearly visible knife wound on the woman’s neck, yet not a single drop of blood.

“Why didn’t I die?” Xuanwu asked.

“I…” Qi Xia felt like he must be going mad. “Yes… why didn’t you die?”

“Ah?!” Xuanwu suddenly revealed an extremely exaggerated expression of disappointment. “You can’t kill me?!”

Qi Xia was completely out of options.

This person had a knife inserted into her neck yet still stood here as if nothing had happened. What exactly was she?

“Is there any other way…?” Xuanwu shouted in despair. “You have to think of something!!”

“I… I…” For the first time in the “Land of the End,” Qi Xia felt fear.

“How about stabbing the ‘eyes’?” Xuanwu asked.

“Eyes…?” Qi Xia was stunned.

“Yes! Yes!” Xuanwu nodded, then raised her right hand. “This thing!”

As her words fell, an eyeball appeared in her hand.

The eyeball was still rotating left and right, as if even it hadn’t expected to appear here.

And Qi Xia’s left eye could now only see complete darkness.

“Ahhh!!!” Qi Xia painfully covered his eye, a wave of intense pain nearly causing him to lose consciousness. “You madwoman…”

Every hair on his body stood on end. This feeling was truly too terrifying.

Xuanwu had said she would let him “enjoy the slaughter,” and now it seemed completely true.

“Oh! I’m sorry!” Xuanwu was frightened and quickly threw the eyeball to the ground. “I was a bit heavy-handed, but you can’t die yet—you still have to kill me!!”

Qi Xia raised his head, his left eye socket hollow, then viciously stabbed the dagger into the opponent’s eye.

This move actually worked.

Xuanwu actually let out a wail.

She had felt pain.

Qi Xia didn’t hold back. He pulled out the dagger and stabbed toward the same spot again.

But strangely, there was no wail this time.

Xuanwu looked up dejectedly, a dagger still stuck in her eye socket, looking extremely horrifying.

“Strange…” Xuanwu blinked. When she blinked, her eyelid passed over the dagger and was split in half.

Li Xiangling fearfully covered her eyes. All of this was truly too frightening.

“I thought it would hurt a lot, but it didn’t.” Xuanwu said dumbly. “Eyes don’t work either?”

Qi Xia gritted his teeth and pulled out the dagger. At this moment, Xuanwu’s eyeball had two dark knife wounds, yet she remained unaffected.

She was as fake as a human mannequin in a shopping mall.

“How about… stabbing my ‘stomach’?” She muttered, and a bright red object suddenly appeared in her hand.

Qi Xia also vomited out a mouthful of acid at that moment.

He knew his “stomach” was now gone too.

But this Xuanwu’s method of killing was very unique—no matter what kind of wound she inflicted, there would be absolutely no bleeding.

Even if the wound was inside one’s body.

Qi Xia knelt on the ground, feeling his life entering a countdown.

“Hey!!” Qiao Jiajin outside the door shouted loudly. “Liar, are you inside?! Open the door quickly!!”

Qi Xia knew that under no circumstances could he open the door, otherwise Qiao Jiajin would also be slaughtered by this woman.

“How about… the ‘lungs’?” Xuanwu threw the “stomach” on the ground and grasped a piece of lung.

“Monster…” Qi Xia felt his breathing become extremely difficult. “You monster…”

Xuanwu slowly revealed an expression of disappointment. She crouched down, extending a pale arm from her long hair to grab Qi Xia’s hair: “Tell me… how exactly can I die?”

“Cough…” Qi Xia coughed up a mouthful of blood.

He raised his head and was about to say something when he suddenly noticed Li Xiangling standing behind Xuanwu, holding a chair in her hands.

“No!! Don’t!!” Qi Xia roared, startling Li Xiangling.

“Brother… Brother Qi…” Li Xiangling looked at him with a terrified expression. “What are you doing?”

“Don’t throw your life away…” Qi Xia said painfully. “Just watch like this. She won’t make a move against you…”

“But…” Li Xiangling’s tears slowly began to flow. “Brother Qi, we were going to die tonight anyway…”

“But we can’t be slaughtered by this monster…”

Qi Xia stood up again, holding the dagger and stabbing at Xuanwu once more.

This time he had lost all hope, merely raising his hand and bringing down the knife, leaving countless knife wounds on Xuanwu’s body.