Chapter 118: I Am an Actor Too

This indigenous tribe was once one of the cradles of mysterious power, but the true power of the voodoo curse had long since been passed down to the Hoffman family. Obtaining the power of evil spirits requires blood sacrifice, something no one in this generation had yet achieved. As for revenants... ordinary revenants were a far cry from those created through "corpse-raising."

Three women charged in three different directions.

Brenda, the revenant, possessed terrifying strength. A punch to the chest would collapse a ribcage; a blow to the stomach would rupture the abdomen; a strike to the head would instantly shatter the skull. The corpses left in her wake were mangled, with flesh and blood splattered everywhere, mixed with mottled brains.

Catherine, resembling Medusa, killed with the power of an evil spirit. Her potent venom dissolved the skin and flesh of her victims entirely, leaving behind only bleached white skeletons. As for Jessica’s voodoo dolls, Yan Luo noticed that many fell without a single mark on their bodies.

"Could it be... an attack targeting the spirit or the soul?"

Soon, the entire voodoo tribe was slaughtered by the ruthless trio. On one side were uncivilized indigenous people, and on the other, white people from civilized European society. Yet, given this outcome, one had to conclude that what determines survival and destruction in this world is neither race, character, status, nor wealth—it is power!

Watching from the sidelines, Yan Luo saw it clearly: Jessica fought using voodoo dolls combined with curses, remotely controlling puppets with her mental power, blocking the counterattacks of the indigenous shamans; Brenda was invulnerable, as if she had mastered the Iron Shirt technique; and Catherine could, astonishingly, momentarily shift between physical and ethereal forms.

This reminded him of the phasing ability of Mu Bai, the guide from his first world.

As an ethereal entity, matter—at least ordinary matter—could not cause any harm. The machetes and spears swung by the black warriors passed straight through Catherine’s body.

Those attempting to flee were also hunted down and killed. In the blink of an eye, the entire village became a death trap. The air was thick with a pungent, bloody stench, and vast stretches of black muddy ground were stained dark red by pools of blood.

After slaughtering all the indigenous people, the three women looked at one another.

Invisible murderous intent brewed in the air.

The sky grew even darker, and even the flames of the bonfires flickering nearby dimmed under the pressure of their presence.

"Go to hell!"

Most of the red-haired Brenda’s hatred was directed at Jerry, but that didn't mean she harbored no resentment toward Catherine. Now that there was no need for concealment, she unleashed her full power. Her legs slammed into the ground, causing the mud beneath to cave in, and she launched herself forward using the recoil.

She threw a punch, the violent force tearing through the air and creating a series of ear-splitting, crackling sonic booms!

It was even more ferocious than the blow that had killed Lakutu! It felt as though a single strike from this punch could obliterate a bull or an elephant. Seeing the sheer force of the attack, Catherine’s expression shifted, and she hurriedly phased, her entire body becoming semi-transparent.

"BOOM!"

Brenda’s punch passed straight through Catherine. Carried by her own immense momentum and unable to stop, she surged forward and slammed into a tree, snapping the thick trunk in half instantly.

"Impressive... but what use is power, no matter how great, if it cannot hit its target?"

Several vipers flew from Catherine’s hair, shooting toward Brenda like arrows. However, these vipers could not pierce the revenant’s skin, and their venom could not penetrate. Instead, they were grabbed and torn into shreds, falling to the ground and turning back into strands of hair.

Seizing the opportunity, Jessica used her voodoo dolls to control a stitched-up monstrosity. It flew into a pile of corpses, using the puppet as a core to aggregate the bodies into a bizarre, grotesque beast.

The massive, four-meter-tall corpse beast strode toward Brenda. Meanwhile, another of Jessica’s puppets, the "Phantom," blended into the void and, a second later, emerged from the shadow behind Catherine! The phantom struck the ethereal woman, leaving a black, bleeding gash on her translucent body.

"Seven guardian puppets. Though they look like ordinary voodoo dolls on the surface, each one hides a voodoo seed passed down from ancient times. Against the power of low-level evil spirits, mere etherealization is useless."

Jessica said calmly, "If I were the person I used to be, I might not be your match. But now, having killed my parents and brother, my mental capacity can support all seven puppets... therefore, the victor of this battle can only be me!"

"Stop your boasting!"

By now, Brenda had used her fists to smash the corpse beast gathered by the stitched monstrosity. The explosion of blood and flesh stained the red-haired woman’s skin, making her look truly terrifying. She extended her crimson tongue to lick her lips, swallowing the gore stuck to her throat.

Revenants could restore their physical energy by consuming flesh and blood.

Catherine also sensed that Jessica was the strongest of the three and immediately joined forces with Brenda.

For a time, the situation reached a stalemate. The combat between the three women turned the square into a ruin. Watching from the side, Yan Luo was dazzled. He was currently liberating his "joy" emotion, and if he hadn't restrained himself, he would have jumped up to clap and cheer out loud.

They fought for over ten minutes. The wounds where Yan Luo had pulled out his weapons had long since healed, and all three women were severely exhausted.

After all, Brenda needed to expend physical stamina every time she threw a punch, Jessica’s control of the voodoo dolls required a continuous drain on her mental power, and Catherine’s evil spirit energy came from a seed of power inherited from ancient times—both her transformed state and etherealization consumed energy.

"Let's call a truce," Jessica proposed.

None of these three women were fools; continuing to fight would likely lead to mutual destruction.

"Fine," Catherine said.

"Fine," Brenda agreed.

"Fine!" A third voice rang out.

"Who’s there?" Catherine whipped her head around. The next second, her snake-like pupils vibrated with shock—she saw Jerry, who should have been heavily wounded or even dead, standing up as if nothing had happened.

"Brother, you?"

Jessica looked at her brother as if seeing him for the first time, her face filled with disbelief.

Yan Luo looked at the three women. He extended his right arm, flicking it back and forth, and began to snap his fingers—*snap*, *snap*—while pursing his lips to whistle.

The slaughtered indigenous people had provided an abundance of fear and despair. Now, the "fear" emotion within the Heartless Doll had reached its maximum of 50 points, while 47 points of "despair" had also accumulated. The remaining 3 points of capacity had been filled by the excitement and triumph absorbed from the black men’s dancing during the earlier sacrificial ceremony.

Under the influence of his liberated emotions, the passionate Yan Luo felt an urge to dance.

The whistling and finger-snapping were the prelude to the song "TroubleMaker," a dance track he had once used as his ringtone. Yan Luo snapped his fingers with his right hand while using his left to tear off his blood-stained suit jacket, then shredded the shirt underneath into stylish, sexy strips hanging from his torso.

He began to dance!

He danced as he walked toward the three women, his feet hitting the beat—not with the choreography for that specific song, but with the famous "Young Master’s Dance" from *Narcissist Detective*. His hips swayed widely from side to side, his upper body rocking in rhythm.

Whistling a spicy tune and performing his mesmerizing steps, he revealed his toned abdominal muscles. It could be said that Yan Luo, currently basking in his liberated triumph, was incredibly flamboyant.

Under the stunned gaze of the three women, who stood as if turned to stone, Yan Luo shimmied his way right in front of them. With a 360-degree Michael Jackson-style spin, his tattered shirt strips fluttering in the air, he struck a classic JOJO pose at the climax, muscles taut, his raised right hand splayed to cover half his face.

"Excuse me, but actually, I am also an actor."