There's a skull dungeon attached to my basement

Tentatively touching the grayish-white shadow before him, Xiao Yang's mental attribute began to decline at this moment. These grayish-white shadows reminded Xiao Yang of the grayish-white shadows he encountered in the sewer, those fragmented souls.

If that's the case, would soul crystals have any effect on them?

While pondering, Xiao Yang decided to try. He took out a cloudy crystal from his personal backpack and took a step towards the long staircase in front of him, his body completely swallowed by these grayish-white shadows.

"It has some effect."

Some grayish-white shadows seemed to sense the existence of the soul crystal and slowly leaned towards the soul crystal in Xiao Yang's hand. However, the effect was not very obvious; they only approached the soul crystal and didn't take any further steps.

Retracting the soul crystal in his hand, wanting to pass through this long staircase filled with grayish-white shadows was both simple and not simple.

It's not simple because of insufficient mental strength and the lack of means to resist mental pollution. In that case, no matter what methods you have, you can forget about safely passing through this long staircase.

That group of knights had obviously fallen before this long staircase.

At the same time, it's also simple, simply because if your mental strength is high enough, then this long staircase is just a long staircase.

Xiao Yang's mental attribute was obviously high enough.

Surrounded by a dense mass of grayish-white shadows, Xiao Yang stood for a while, estimated the damage these grayish-white shadows were causing him, and then safely retreated from the long staircase.

The rate of mental decline was still acceptable. Xiao Yang felt that he should be able to smoothly walk across this not-so-long staircase, but he didn't rashly climb this staircase.

For some reason, looking at the headless corpse in the crystal coffin and the door that was opened with a crack, Xiao Yang felt a trace of danger.

"Let's make some more preparations."

The third level of this Skeleton Dungeon still had large areas that hadn't been completely explored, and there was no need to launch a direct charge at the headless saintess who was obviously the final BOSS.

Moreover, this kind of arrangement made him feel familiar and also a bit uneasy.

A long staircase, an independent hall, a headless saintess in a crystal coffin, a door opened with only a crack—everything felt a bit ominous.

"Let's postpone it for now!"

Having made this decision, Xiao Yang focused his attention on the cultists in the right side hall of this Resting Temple while pondering.

This couldn't be said to be a wrong decision, but when Xiao Yang appeared in the various heavens trading area three days later, there was a large dark circle around his eyes.

He was particularly mentally exhausted, somewhat dazed, somewhat confused, and somewhat doubting life.

How should I put it? That group of cultists was very special, very strange, very difficult to evaluate, and also unforgettable!

When Xiao Yang took action against that group of cultists, he encountered a total of four types of enemies.

One type was the heavy ax cultist that Xiao Yang had seen on the second level of the Skeleton Dungeon, the one who made him an airborne acrobat. This thing was the most normal guy among that group of cultists, just wielding a powerful great ax. Very ordinary, and not particularly difficult to deal with.

But the next three types of enemies encountered were each more heavyweight than the last.

Flesh Abominations. These guys had severely mutated bodies, and their entire person had almost turned into a living giant tentacle. These heretical god abominations didn't have any other abilities. Their only means of attack was to violently whip at the enemy with their highly mutated bodies.

Can you imagine a fleshy giant tentacle with a head suddenly pouncing towards you?

Giggling, grabbing you, and pulling you towards it!

That highly mutated face, even actively secreting mucus, approached from a distance and stuck to your face, giggling while sticking out its tongue and licking you like a pervert, then giggling.

This is a very difficult scene to describe.

Xiao Yang was really powerless against such monsters. He only felt like his eyes had been raped.

Moreover, this strange guy and strange experience were not even the most heavyweight existence among these cultists.

The next to appear were zealots wrapped in bandages, as thin as monkeys.

They hid in various corners, suddenly darted out unexpectedly, and then exploded in front of you with that ear-piercing, noisy, and chaotic cry.

These monkey-like guys were individual human flesh bombs, and they were the kind of suicide bombs that carried mental pollution.

The zealot's self-explosion would bring two very strange negative states.

Zealous Prayer and Language Repetition.

Although the Zealous Prayer was troublesome, Xiao Yang still had two ways to deal with it.

One was to rely on the faint light of the Dark-Expelling Lantern. Even though the old buddy's light had already weakened, it was still able to dispel curses, only at a slower speed than before.

The second was the dispelling effect of the Sea of Mind. When Xiao Yang's mind was critically hit and entered a state of wavering, he would also enter a state of mental transcendence and be immersed in the Sea of Mind. At this moment, there would be an extremely effective negative dispelling effect.

Xiao Yang relied on this negative dispelling to successfully withstand a dangerous situation where he was suddenly faced with many zealots.

Originally, there would have been nothing more up to this point. These zealots wouldn't have been so heavyweight, but the damn thing was that the highest priority among these two negative states was not the Zealous Prayer but the Language Repetition!

This kind of purification could only dispel the effect of the Zealous Prayer and had no effect on Language Repetition.

That Language Repetition couldn't be considered a standard negative effect. It would only constantly repeat a sound, repeating it in Xiao Yang's mind.

But the effect of the Chaotic Prayer had been dispelled. This Language Repetition no longer had an effective target, so what would it repeat?

"Ooh! Ah! Ooh! Ah! Ooh ooh ooh! Ah ah ah!"

When these crazy statements, like monkeys screaming, began to circulate in Xiao Yang's mind, he knew the answer.

It would repeat those zealots' startled shouts like monkeys.

After superimposing several layers of Language Repetition, Xiao Yang felt like a nest of monkeys had appeared in his brain.

In such a situation, his head was about to split open!

There was no good solution to this Language Repetition. The sound directly echoed in the brain, and one could only wait for the damn Language Repetition to naturally end after reaching the corresponding time.

What was even more torturous was that this Language Repetition could be superimposed without limit.

Xiao Yang was somewhat mentally weakened by this Language Repetition.