Yang Zicang’s eyes flashed with sudden shock, then an explosive roar detonated in his mind.
The moment his mental balance faltered, the eyeball overhead, sustaining its synchronized assault on him, finally found an opening to invade his consciousness!
–Stop… it! Everyone… kill him!-
Boundless hatred and the aura of death began to saturate Yang Zicang’s heart. The illusory voice in his mind, long quieted, resurfaced now, like countless leaves rustling and colliding. Deep inside the small honeycomb in his pocket’s innermost layer, one or two phantom bees darted to his head and stung him, swiftly dissipating the freshly born emotions of panic, despair, tension, fury, and dawning realization.
–Hong Haocheng!!-
Swish, swish—
Morri and Julia tried to react, but their steps faltered, their souls turned cold, as if the world were rapidly receding while they plunged into the abyss…
They couldn’t help looking at each other, reaching out their hands…
{Ah! Sister!}
Boom! A sudden explosion erupted at the far end of the hall, and countless agonizing figures burst outward like dark human-shaped pulp. A fanged little girl came charging in from the side of the hall with a bang.
She was like a speeding cannonball, slamming Zhao Yun, who charged forward with a gun, onto the wall with a thud, then turning and furiously crashing into the Paleshade Wyrm that was biting at the two lines beside Morri and Julia.
Boom! The little one’s slap actually possessed the power to split rocks. The newly regenerated corpse energy on her hand caused the Paleshade Wyrm’s body to ripple and disperse. Yang Zicang exuded a mad and furious aura, charging at the cold, emotionless youth in the hall, whose body was like a cheetah.
At that very moment, Hong Haocheng, who had the –trajectory route- carried by the soul in his mouth, leaped out nimbly. This figure had already turned behind Yang Zicang, incredibly fast, even more powerful than any previous –Lost- form.
–Exquisite taste…-
Hong Haocheng revealed a crazed smile.
Bang! The body that even Yang Zicang failed to grab was suddenly knocked to the ground by the little girl, who had leaped nearly ten meters in a single bound! She pinned his hand down firmly.
{Don’t, hurt, sister!}
Cheng Yunze rose and looked at the chaos in the distance. All of this had happened in an instant.
Train, figures, smoke and dust…
–Morri!- Yang Zicang’s eyes blazed with rage, his headphone speaker pulsating with whispers, once again making the young man’s skin tremble all over.
Su’e activated her ability, grabbed Morri in a tight embrace, and rolled on the spot—the train swiftly swallowed him. But it was useless; the extended soul thread did not snap.
A rotating black hole materialized behind Hong Haocheng’s head.
–Haocheng!– the person from City 23 shouted in terror.
Cheng Yunze hesitated several times. Just as the Moon Angel was about to charge out, Zhao Yun beside him suddenly thrust out a spear of air waves and pinned it in front of Cheng Yunze.
–As for that so-called ‘Xiong Ying’, I still don’t know what it is. But now I know—the partnership with you is off!–
–You!– Cheng Yunze glared at the young man whose black hat had been swept away to who knows where; the Moon Angel did not dare to leave his side at all.
From the black hole at the other end of the hall, a phantom red spear shot out fiercely. Hong Haocheng, like a pressed cat, twisted his waist and broke free from the little zombie’s grip. With his mouth devouring the two threads even faster, he pushed off the ground and dashed out.
Bang! The spear pierced his shoulder blade, carrying his body forward. Yang Zicang rushed over like a demon king, sworn to take his life.
But at that moment, a monstrous corpse aura erupted violently within the hall.
Inside the train, Morri staggered to his feet. The threads on his body kept slipping out from within him.
–Let me… out. My… love… is still there…–
Little Matt Chao hesitated, then turned around, returned to Julia’s side, and opened the door.
Morri, with blurred vision, glanced at the distance. The irrational little zombie was indiscriminately attacking anyone in front of her. Yang Zicang was slapped flying by her and slammed into the wall.
His body swayed. Knowing time was running out, Morri staggered down from the car with unsteady steps, walked step by step to the fallen Julia, slowly crouched down, and held the woman’s hand.
At that moment, the distant leaping Hong Haocheng had already sucked two streams of soul energy into his mouth like slurping long noodles.
Slurp, slurp…
[I, the mysterious triangle, have obtained a complete Five Ring Traveler bloodline.]
Confusion suddenly vanished, and the youth stood frozen in place.
Yang Zicang felt blood oozing from his eyes. He could no longer control his throat; he couldn’t scream. But boundless hatred gathered, incubated, and exploded in his mind…
[I am Hong Haocheng. I am the future Hong Haocheng… Ten thousand years later, I anchored new possibilities for the world.]
[Go forward bravely, my past self.]
[I have completed the mission that was originally impossible.]
Sensing her sister’s life force fading, the little girl looked up and screamed madly. Countless voices of men and women roared simultaneously in her scream.
This shout caused the eyeballs floating in the entire hall to explode, as if the corpse qi nurtured here was far beyond the level of something like the Mo Ying Hall.
Suddenly, a coffin slammed down, pressing the roaring woman beneath it as Lord Zilong’s hand held the inverted coffin with crushing force.
Freed from the sonic interference, Yang Zicang shot upward in fury, the quadrangle symbol on his chest expanding violently. He transformed into a humanoid weapon and charged at Hong Haocheng, who was slowly turning his head, still frozen in place.
[Everyone, invest for me—!]
[I have received an investment of 5321.74N from An Jixiu.]
[Li Mi has invested 500N for me.]
[Miss Night Machine of the Abandoned Capital has invested 666N for me.]
{You will accumulate over ten thousand years of Chronos, Yang Zicang!}
In an instant, crimson flames erupted from Yang Zicang’s body, as fierce and brilliant as the rising sun.
[Everyone, invest for me! Or I’ll tear down this city!]
BOOM!
A punch radiating dazzling light smashed toward the teenager before him.
Yang Zicang felt blood surge to his brain, threatening to blow off the top of his skull. As he swung the punch, the opponent dodged—and at that moment, a black hole in his palm burst forth a spear trailing a red phantom!
The spear thumped into the teenager’s body, but failed to pierce through.
[I offset 20000N!]
–Did you think that was all, you beast?!–
With a wet crunch, flesh and blood sprayed wildly. Hong Haocheng’s arm, raised to block, was instantly torn apart—nearly half of it blown clean off.
–Haocheng, run!–
Only then did the pain snap the teenager back to reality.
Yang Zicang turned back in fury, and instantly two fragments flew into the distance to warn Hong Haocheng to beware of the man from Red Moxel of City 23.
Hong Haocheng’s figure agilely leaped out, intending to protect the two under Yang Zicang’s attack.
–You know to use twenty thousand amplified Chronos to protect this place—what about the rest of your Chronos? Have you allocated them to all your vital points?!-
The spear twisted with a whoosh and vanished, only to reappear instantly at the position behind Hong Haocheng.
With a dull thud, one of the two was saved by Cheng Yunze, while the other’s head exploded.
The spear thrust forward, but Hong Haocheng twisted his waist eerily; with effort, the second ring in his eyes lit up, and his body nearly sidestepped horizontally to dodge.
Silver-white and crimson threads flickered in the air.
{Since you have decided to leave, I will help you to the very end.}
[Robin Lo invested 9999N for me.]
[Chu Qiang invested 500N for me.]
[The Monster Hunter Alliance invested 1000N for me.]
[I received a 9999N investment from the board of the Monster Hunter faction.]
Boom! The figure crashed into Hong Haocheng like a boulder hurtling at high speed.
[I received a total lifespan investment of 40,000N from 25 people—this is the upper limit the great quadrilateral can currently bear.]
[Because I am the great quadrilateral, I can amplify everything fourfold.]
The number inside the chest ring instantly reset to zero; forty thousand years of Chronos expanded, enveloping the whole body, and a radiance like a golden sun blazed forth!
–DIE!!-
Boom! The hall erupted with thunderous, surging rays of light.
[I have obtained the complete Wanderer bloodline.]
[According to the memories of the future.]
[I know that to awaken the secret power contained in each ring of the bloodline, I need to obtain the response of at least seven Soul Halls.]
[The Hall of Turbulence is shining upon me.]
Hong Haocheng was struck by a fist covered in orange radiance. At the moment his body shattered, a gleam of pure white light burst forth within the youth, like a bright moon slowly emerging from the darkness.
From the broken body, a moonlight-like tender glow absorbed the shattered pieces, holding them together.
[Legend says the moon has five forms, reflecting all things in the night.]
[Because I have obtained the complete five-ring bloodline of the Wanderer… when the Soul Hall responds, any injury is fully restored.]
The exploded body coalesced again, and even previous injuries were healed.
Yang Zicang, his face wild with frenzy, grabbed Hong Haocheng by the neck and lifted him, shouting:
–You bastard! You called from the future just to make me spare you?! Aaaah!-
Boom! Just as the second punch was about to land, the Moon Angel blocked the fist, and light tassels burst into dust.
The Paleshade Wyrm charged in, taking a bite of Hong Haocheng’s psychic body, instantly tearing off a piece of energy.
The next moment, the Paleshade Wyrm’s head exploded with a bang.
–Ah!- A wave of gasps swept through the hall.
–If I said this was a misunderstanding, would you believe me?– Hong Haocheng, who had been silent until now, finally spoke.
The extraordinarily resilient Moon Angel and Yang Zicang engaged in a frenzied exchange of blows.
Yang Zicang couldn’t hear a single word he said; his entire will was now consumed by the sole conviction: make this man die. This left the two little bees in the small hive so frantic that their wings were nearly worn out.
Whoom! Silver Lance, wreathed in orange flames, thrust toward Cheng Yunze in the distance. Moon Angel retreated at lightning speed to parry the strike, and the ribs outlined by light instantly shattered.
A circular ring of light ignited around Hong Haocheng’s pupils, and with a swoosh, he broke free from Yang Zicang’s grip.
Yang Zicang pointed a finger and roared at Hong Haocheng as Silver Lance came crashing down with its orange flames.
Hong Haocheng raised a single hand to block the incoming spear. Wave energy radiated outward from the point of contact between spear tip and palm, shoving his body sliding backward.
He, too, activated a financing spanning over ten thousand years. The Chronos of both sides, fueled by the investments of hundreds of thousands across countless cities, canceled each other out in a frenzy.
In the youth’s eyes, complex trajectories emerged along the charging silhouette of Yang Zicang’s back.
[Trajectory outline: one hundred percent.]
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