The attacker’s assault unfolded like a raging storm. Cheng Yunze’s Moon Angel was completely unable to break out, while Yang Zicang leaped onto the giant carpet, relying on constant movement to evade the attacker’s damage.
But even this giant carpet couldn’t fully block the penetration of the sound wave energy.
Fortunately, hundreds of thousands of people were ready to invest in him at any moment. Yang Zicang felt grateful that the Demon Hero Hall granted such permissions in its later stages—damn that bastard.
{No choice. Zicang, hurry back. Let’s accelerate sending the elderly, weak, sick, and disabled to the Frequency-Lost Place.}
–Little Matt Chao can only send one person at a time.–
{We can only hold out until after the fifteenth, using the staggered space to transfer everyone to the Frequency-Lost Place.}
Yang Zicang wiped the blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.
A fierce sense of unwillingness burned in his heart.
–In other places, maybe, but in the Demon Hero Hall, nothing is truly unsolvable.–
Essentially, the Demon Hero Hall is also an artificial staggered space. It, too, follows an upper limit—except that limit is set for the strongest being on this land, not merely for those who enter.
But… am I the strongest?
Below, Cheng Yunze was locked in a fierce battle. His Chronos frantically jumped at the verge of dissipation every second. If not for the few supporters from the 23rd city still holding on behind him, constantly consuming ability orbs to deploy shields, even with the Light Skeleton, Cheng Yunze wouldn’t be much better off.
{Yang Zicang, get out now! If you sink in, you’ll die for sure!} Cheng Yunze began to retreat as he fought.
–Master Zicang, come out quickly. Let’s go to headquarters to discuss! There are only ten days left until mid-month!- Tong Wenqi also said.
The King of Sound Waves was carried aloft by the eyeball speakers, hovering at the edge of the giant carpet.
–Don’t even think about getting out. If there’s anything else you want to know, you can ask me one more time, and then I’ll send you on your way.-
The Resister is obsessed with hearing my dying thoughts, isn’t he? Because he designed this place, everyone keeps nagging him about it? Yang Zicang thought.
Several cries of alarm and wildly flickering zigzag lines came through.
Yang Zicang looked down—Cheng Yunze, unable to withstand the endless murmurs, had already ended his psionic body state.
At this moment, three much more solid figures of the Resister, surrounded by clusters of energy beings, had encircled Cheng Yunze.
From the hands of those three Kings of Sound Waves, spreading ripples emanated, vibrating Cheng Yunze’s body.
Yang Zicang felt as if his head was about to explode.
This scene…
Yang Zicang’s heart suddenly clenched tight.
–Why must you attack us? Can’t we coexist peacefully?-
–Peace? I’d like that too, but…- The King of Sound Waves smiled. –Our frequencies are different!-
Hum~~ Seven or eight eyeballs floated into view.
Yang Zicang felt a surge of energy expanding, wrapping around himself.
But Yang Zicang smiled.
–So, even if I become a Legion General, I can never truly maintain independent will, right? Because you won’t allow any thought wave that doesn’t belong to your so-called frequency to exist!-
The King of Sound Waves chuckled: –Your nonsense is truly endless. I do not like such final words.-
Although the King of Sound Waves did not admit it, reality was already proving it to everyone. In the military formation below, the deathly sounds belonging to the Demon Hero Hall were being marginalized; in the advanced unit squads, their language rapidly faded, while the murmurs from Earth humans in bullets, shells, and armor grew denser.
Yang Zicang’s skin began to tremble, but his giant carpet did not budge an inch, only undulating and fluttering on the waves of sound like real ocean waves.
{Yang Zicang!}
{Big brother! Ahhh, hold on, I’m almost there!!}
{Master Zicang, come out quickly, don’t die!}
Hum~ hum~ hum hum hum~~
Yang Zicang offered no resistance at all. He felt his internal organs, bones, blood vessels, skull—everything—vibrating, with countless sounds around him resonating on the same frequency.
Yet amidst this vibration, Yang Zicang appeared even more relaxed.
The Resister looked at him with a playful expression.
–Soon, I will become the Lord of the Demon Hero Hall.-
As if confiding in the only one who could truly hear him, the Resister whispered.
Overwhelming confidence made the King of Sound Waves believe that no matter what Yang Zicang did, he could not escape.
–You know, I designed and built this Demon Hero Hall myself.-
–Oh, I know. A lot of those last voices talked about this—that’s also what they resent you for. Hmm… your spirit has been tempered; that takes some effort.-
Bang! Below, Cheng Yunze, completely overlapping with the Moon Angel, had one arm explode.
Moxel flickered into existence before Yang Zicang’s chest, the quadrilateral slowly rotating.
–And you know what…- Blood seeped from the corner of Yang Zicang’s mouth, and the capillaries in his eyes began to rupture, staining the whites crimson.
–Any final words? I really like these last words of yours—they’re the most sincere and pure emotions and wishes a person can have.-
[I, the great quadrilateral, search for items within the circle.]
Yang Zicang’s gaze fell on the increasingly numerous bobbing heads.
Information about Moon-Shadow level monsters flashed through his mind—they are always one degree stronger than the strongest person.
Some construction data about the Magic Hero Hall also flashed through his mind.
The Magic Hero Hall is a sieve, an oppressive weight.
In places outside this destined trajectory, such a Magic Hero Hall is only one degree stronger than the strongest of two cities.
Not unbeatable…
But the prerequisite is…
{Why did I come here~}
{Damn you, Yang Zicang…}
{I want to go back…}
The murmurs flooding his mind seemed to merge with him in resonance, becoming one. His vision turned red…
Yang Zicang sneered: –That bastard is definitely settling personal scores under the guise of public duty. So… the one who defeats you… can only be… me!-
[I have touched the 【Lost Uprising】.]
–Come, let me become your general.-
–Too late.-
–Come, let me become your general! All you people who died in the Demon Hero Hall!-
In the instant when the Lost Uprising was invoked and accommodated, the murmurs surrounding Yang Zicang that were altering his mental frequency all paused in unison.
The defender who had just been sneering suddenly screamed at Yang Zicang: –What are you doing!-
The energy in his hand also increased, pressing towards the young man in front of him!
–You will not become members of his army! If these voices are anchoring your last frequency-lost consciousness!-
Yang Zicang let out a painful shout with a pained expression!
–Oppressed confusion… uprising!-
Boom! Yang Zicang flew backwards, not because the defender attacked him, but because he was blasted by the shockwave from a violent explosion inside the hall.
In the last inner voice before losing consciousness, Yang Zicang heard a faint mental voice sounding…
[I felt more than a hundred…]
[I felt more than a thousand shared… dying wills wanting to continue living…]
Consciousness gradually became chaotic. Yang Zicang felt several versions of himself simultaneously awakening in his mind, carrying emotions such as anger, sorrow, and confusion.
Around him, thousands of disparate out-of-tune mental wavebands suddenly transformed into countless clamorous energies—their language unbalanced, their logic chaotic, as if precise human will had abruptly degenerated into rambling, incoherent low-energy spirits that couldn’t even speak clearly…
{Zui… the strong say…}
{He Shi…}
{Jia Ji… Gaji…}, {Jia Jun…}, {General…}
Countless indescribable ethereal wavebands, under the twisted light that now manifested, began chaotic tuning to the same fluctuation, the same vibration, the same phrase—
{He said he is…}
{Jiangjun… General!}
Boom rumble! Bullets and missiles exploded on gun barrels; arm after arm was born from armor, strangling the throats of those who were cloaked in the sound waves.
[The decision personality is distorting…]
Before the flying Yang Zicang, the trembling quadrilateral expanded, sweeping past one resonant energy mass after another around him…
Boom rumble!
Figure after figure exploded on the ground.
[As… the great… quadrilateral, I… begin to follow the survival instinct… use the Wish Talisman.]
[The Wish Talisman has no target, but every creature harbors one fundamental wish… to live.]
The will that had been lost in confusion awakened.
Amidst blankness and confusion, this pure, undiscriminating will senses its surroundings, and a Silver Lance emerging from the small black hole before it—it watches as the lance gently pierces the body of its unconscious self, where several red lines upon it quickly surge into its own body.
A ruined vitality rapidly takes root within its body, like a dying spark rekindling.
Then the pure will sinks into drowsiness.
After an unknown span of time, the drowsy, chaotic will finally births a thought…
–I am… great. No.-
He struggles to open his eyelids, lifts his hand, and stares at the writhing flesh within his ulcerated palm.
From behind, the cold, hard feel of the ground gradually registers, along with the pain emanating from within his body.
–I am… Sheng Tao… Li… no, I am Wang Chaotian? Who is Wang Chaotian… nor Zhao Fei, I am…-
He grows anxious, but several even more urgent voices call out.
–Yang Zicang, are you alright!-
At this shout, a tide of murmurs and other out-of-frequency thoughts recedes and fades away.
–That’s right…-
Two people appear beside Yang Zicang, their faces showing anxious expressions, followed by more people—some shouting the name Cheng Yunze, some laughing wildly, some crying.
–I am… Yang Zicang…-
Yang Zicang feels a warm hand touching him; someone applies something to him, and amidst the pain in his body, a sensation of comfort gradually emerges.
Finally, his true memories gradually returned.
–Yang Zicang!- Cheng Yunze, supported by Ning Jiajia, walked over with his body in tatters.
Having lost both arms, he gave a bitter smile and said, –Good man, this time I… admit defeat wholeheartedly. You win.-
With that, Cheng Yunze sat down at the feet of the Four Symbols Group and the others. Over there, Wang Chun and the rest watched the fallen young man with mixed emotions… that guy… actually made his last stand with a move like that—and succeeded.
In their eyes, the young man who had nearly lost his human shape was slowly mending his body.
Su’e knelt beside Yang Zicang, excitedly removing debris from his healing wounds.
–We won. You’re incredible, little Yang!- She planted an excited kiss on his cheek, which was still somewhat damaged but already much restored.
Somewhere, Mu Xiaoyu, who was watching this through the headquarters feed, suddenly burst into sobs and turned to hug Liu Ming. –Ahh, that jerk!-
The group crowded tightly around Yang Zicang, not letting any outsiders near.
With healing ability spheres used as if they were free, Yang Zicang gradually recovered enough to sit up.
Another group of people rushed in. Luo Xin exclaimed excitedly:
–Yang Zicang, our city won! You actually took down the Resister all by yourself! That’s amazing!-
Seeing him stand up, Robin Lo, Zhao Xuemei, and others who had somehow gathered before him automatically made way.
On the black wall ahead, the spot where the giant eye had been was completely blasted open.
A resplendent glowing orb floated there, with two small objects slowly rotating inside.
[Demon’s Hall — Demon’s Tooth Grinding Wheel, exclusive reward for the winning team.]
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