At the gate of Demon Hero Hall, the moment Yang Zicang appeared at the opposite side of the corridor bridge before the water.
Swoosh! A beam of light fell from the sky.
Golden-red phantom flames burst from Yang Zicang’s body as he forcibly caught that beam of light!
[I, the great quadrilateral, have offset 39996N!]
[I have used 9999N from the –Life Bank-.]
The quadrilateral spread outward.
{Morri! Get your ass back here!}
Countless people instantly received this funding link, which carried emotions of rage and anxiety.
–What?-
–Isn’t this—!-
–Yang Zicang is here!-
With a boom, the entire city erupted.
[I sense the shared wishes of over a hundred people.]
In the distance, Morri felt the polyline of this funding Moxel, and his face instantly shifted with surprise, but he did not connect.
This figure quickly strode toward a tower emitting demonic energy, the Demon Tooth Tower, located ahead. The entire Demon Throat Hall was situated at a convergence point below Demon Hero Hall; all teams from both cities could reach it through several entrances.
Looking back at Demon Corridor.
Yang Zicang gritted his teeth and yanked out the silk scarf that had been tied around his arm inside his clothes.
It turned into a huge carpet the size of a room and billowed open. The young man agilely leaped onto it, and amidst the gazes fixed on him, he shot over the heads of the crowd and slammed into Demon Hero Hall at high speed.
–Yang Zicang!-
–Watch out! There’s…-
Before the words were finished, the group of red Moxel people inside, who were poised to snipe Yang Zicang, suddenly felt the world go dark.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The flying carpet vibrated like a giant drum, its violent tremor hurling a dozen hidden red Moxel people into the air. By the time they scrambled up, Yang Zicang’s people had already entered the demon-tooth room.
This scene was broadcast to hundreds or thousands of onlookers through Syn-Link feeds.
[I sensed the collective will of over a thousand people.]
Suddenly, Yang Zicang turned his head. Someone was lifting a spike claw, ready to use it. In the next instant, the massive carpet shot forward, wrapped around it, and dragged it inside.
–Ah, Yang…-
Crack! The man felt his hand go numb—the spike claw was already in Yang Zicang’s grip: a curved, sharp red iron weapon.
–Tell Lü Bu this: if he dares to harm my friend, he won’t live through tonight. And not a single person in his organization will survive tonight. I swear it.-
The man broke out in a cold sweat. –I dare not say that. If I tell him, he’ll kill me on the spot.-
–Then get lost.-
Before the demon-tooth room could rotate, the man was kicked out like a cannonball with immense force, sending the would-be attackers tumbling over one another.
[I sensed the collective will of over ten thousand people.]
A silk thread shot out from Yang Zicang, instantly expanding to cover a radius of dozens of miles.
{Everyone, I am Yang Zicang. I still need four five-colored spikes, all except the red one. Send them quickly—each spike can be exchanged for one Wuhua Tianbao! The first two people will each receive a leveling contract!}
He no longer has enough leveling contracts to give away four copies; otherwise, he wouldn’t mind giving them all away.
Kong kong kong kong.
The room rotates, and Yang Zicang walks forward, stopping before the force field wall.
He speaks into the void: –Popoly, I feel that this place should be the end of my journey here.-
Yang Zicang believes that Popoly is watching him.
The aura of the –Right of Mental Manifestation- in his heart is rapidly fading.
In fact, it had already been undone the moment he resigned, but due to its high level of authority, it still had a lingering influence on his spirit.
Yang Zicang has a strong feeling that today might very well be his last day in this world.
This impulsive premonition is just like the ones he had several times before.
This is probably the final mental hint given to him by the Right of Mental Manifestation.
He cannot help but look at his palm, now much more substantial. A beam of blood-red sunset light pierces through the force field wall, falls into his palm, and also illuminates half of his face.
The demon-tooth grinding wheel turns slowly.
[Although I sense the collective wishes of over ten thousand people, they are becoming chaotic.]
[Over ten thousand people are eagerly awaiting my prizes.]
[More than a thousand people are expecting my arrival.]
In the sky, a glimmer flickers.
The satellite has temporarily lost its target.
[I have obtained a –Talisman- condensed from the power of will.]
[Wish Talisman, thousand-person level. Can be used to make certain wishes in this world.]
Yang Zicang felt a new point of light appear in his heart, along with countless words greeting him—so many that they surged in like a mountain-shaking, sea-roaring tide, full of anticipation, praise, and pleas for his help.
Liang Xi and Robin Lo, among others, kept sending Syn-Link communications, along with Chu Qiang, Yao Qiming, Luo Xin, Zhao Xuemei, and more.
{Zicang, where are you? I’m coming to find you.}
{Brother Yang, we’re too far away to send the Thorn Claw over.}
Yang Zicang quietly sensed the countless rays shooting toward him, but there was only one person he was looking for—and she wasn’t among them!
–Morri, you’re done for. I’m going to beat you to a pulp!- he gritted out through clenched teeth.
Suddenly, beyond the force field wall, a cluster of floating objects appeared.
Yang Zicang fixed his eyes on them—two cartoon humanoid figures standing in the mist.
It was him!
Yang Zicang slightly hooded his eyelids.
He had never met the owner of this mist before.
Back then, this stranger had not only cast his vote for him at the psionic platform but also sent him items to heal his wounds. A truly contradictory guy.
Outside the force field wall, the mist churned, struggling to form a few characters: Earth… Thorn Claw…
The misty words dissipated and then materialized again: I… give… you…
Yang Zicang’s breath turned slightly ragged.
Kong Dong!
The Demon Tooth room rammed into them. The moment the force field wall shattered, the mist, bearing something within, shot in through the finger-wide gap between the two rooms, dropping an earth-type spike claw that only exists in the 23rd City!
Before the spike claw even touched the ground, it twisted its trajectory and landed steadily in Yang Zicang’s hand.
–Thank you.-
Ding~
A treasure bound by a proxy contract was flicked upward by Yang Zicang’s finger, tumbling through the air and colliding with the misty figure.
The cartoon character caught it, nodded slightly, and dove back down through the gap between the rooms.
A quadrilateral broken line flickered, stretching and deforming as it writhed.
Just then, another broken line shot in—it had already sent multiple connection requests.
–Li Mi?- Yang Zicang sensed it briefly and then dismissed it.
He didn’t even have time to accept the mental perception feeds from Liang Xi and the others, afraid of missing any Syn-Link that Morri might spread. How could he possibly contact the command center at a moment like this?
Not even a single microsecond!
Because Yang Zicang had already felt it deeply—the terrifying grip of the unseen fate trajectory.
It is selfless and ruthless. Though it seems like the net of heaven is vast and wide, it governs with the utmost subtlety.
It could very well be that in that one missed microsecond, everything would be rewoven anew.
So he dared not.
He was waiting—waiting only for that one person’s reply.
Suddenly, Yang Zicang heard the sound of wind hurtling through the tunnel at breakneck speed.
……
Lu Bu, who had been heading toward the waterway entrance, turned around and, with a leisurely unhurried pace, made his way toward one of the entrances of this ring-level platform.
Among the crowd, some members of the Xiongying Group and the Red Moxel, accompanied by various Enightmare monsters exuding eerie auras, followed behind Lu Bu after he passed, heading toward the extending platform where rooms of demon teeth kept colliding.
This was the nearest entrance along the route Yang Zicang was taking.
Zhou Yu glanced at the time on his wrist and said with a smile, –According to the current progress, he should arrive in 23 minutes. Hmph, what a coincidental number.-
Lu Bu raised his finger, and a red quadrilateral thread refracted and flickered at his fingertip.
Suddenly, they heard the familiar sound of something speeding through the tunnel.
Boom!
A dim silhouette stirred up a spreading gale.
A ghostly train appeared on the platform.
–Even here, it can shuttle?- The Xiongying Group and others were somewhat taken aback.
{If Little Fangtian can show off here, then I, Little Matt Chao, certainly can too! Because I’m a big star!}
Zhou Yu, standing beside Lu Bu, laughed in exasperation: –Ha, Matt Chao, have you already forgotten who your father is? And you dare to call yourself Little Matt Chao.-
{What? You’ve seen my father? Is it also a train?}
–……–
The Xiongying Group fell silent. It was their own fault for even trying to reason with an Enightmare.
The train door opened, and Yang Zicang’s figure appeared at the doorway, the Paleshade Wyrm emerging behind him.
–Lu Bu, get out of my way!-
–Come out and die.-
A threatening aura pressed down faintly from the horizon.
The charging energy of this satellite was completely different.
A red light, more imposing than ever, flickered faintly above the clouds, as if a demon’s eye was struggling to open in the sky.
A faint smile curved at the corner of Lu Bu’s mouth.
–Yang Zicang! I’ve been waiting for this moment for half a year.-
Lu Bu glared at the figure in the black uniform with silver threads on the train, raising his hand.
–Don’t think you can escape, nor use your dispatching power to change the path of light. You—go to hell under this strike that surpasses ten thousand years of Chronos!-
With hatred for –Matt Chao-, for –Lu Zhishen-, and for the –Complete Form Defender- not included in the Xiongying Group, Lu Bu roared.
–Void Zero Chronos…-
The light in the sky exploded outward with a boom.
The people in the city, and everyone watching this scene, looked up in horror.
The clouds above had become a faintly rotating scarlet whirlpool!
A subtle golden light slid along the edges of the whirlpool’s lightning.
It was a blow infused with Void Zero Chronos!
–Damn! Get out of here!-
Yang Zicang gritted his teeth, urging the ghostly train to accelerate away—it must not be exposed on the platform.
In the headquarters office, without needing to look through the sensing screen, one could directly witness the horrific scene unfolding in the sky outside the window.
Director Yu, Director Xiaotian, and the others had already turned pale as ghosts.
Only then did they realize that the Xiongying Group had gathered tens of thousands of years of Void Zero Chronos to strike Yang Zicang down in a single lethal blow!
–It’s over…-
–Completely hopeless. Our city… there will be no good days ahead anymore…-
The sky rippled with Lu Bu’s –Fang Tian- declaration.
{Even if you sprout wings, escape will be impossible.}
An indescribable terror saturated the firmament, as it locked onto the train that had completely transformed its image.
Chen Yu stood by the glass window, letting out a long, slow sigh. He was about to clasp his hands behind his back and turn away, walking into his own uncertain future.
{I am Fang Tian, I am…}
Suddenly, an even clearer thread of a financing declaration expanded across thousands of miles in an instant.
{Fang Tian, I am Li Mi. Please wait!}
Everyone in the office erupted in shock. –Li Mi?-
Chen Yu stared into the distance with astonishment.
Director Yu and the others turned to Chen Yu. –What, even you don’t know what he’s up to?-
–I… ever since his last plan was vetoed, he hasn’t submitted any new proposals.-
Director Yu and the others tensed up instantly.
–What is Li Mi going to do?-
They rushed to the large floor-to-ceiling window, pressing their hands against the glass railing, gazing toward the direction of the sunset’s afterglow.
On the mountain peak, a vast antenna faintly unfurled from the top of a low hill.
Amidst the piercing screech, a tingling numbness of electromagnetic radiation seemed to radiate from everyone.
A few people’s hair lifted slightly, then settled back down.
{Fang Tian! Please wait, I have a favor to ask of you!}
The vast and mighty red whirlpool in the sky abruptly halted; the oppressive aura it generated neither diminished nor intensified.
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