When Bai Yuxian arrived, he saw Yang Buchen pressing down hard on a figure with a twisted and mangled body.
He Yishu’s consciousness felt like it was fading. He seemed to see many phantom figures around him, as if countless confused people stood all around.
Yang Zicang noticed that this person’s form was manifesting one ｛Final Act｝, then another ｛Finality｝…
And countless indistinguishable waves, presenting blurred and changing characters along with distorted images.
“What is this? ” Yang Zicang looked at the ethereal and intangible energy emanating from He Yishu with a hint of dread and bitterness. Such profound emotions stirred within him that he suddenly felt a surge of power emerging from the depth of his own heart.
It was a vast, dazed plaza, where countless rippling translucent silhouettes stood upright, hollow echoes given form, their shifty gazes flickering within unfocused eyes… and then…
“What’s wrong with you, Yang Buchen! “
At the sound of that voice, Yang Zicang turned his head, only to find his own body, like the man who had collapsed, emanating streaks of ethereal energy that diffused and synchronized.
“Who attacked him? ” Bai Yuxian had practically guessed who this person, now altered in appearance, must be.
“I… don’t know. ” Yang Zicang’s voice became a murmur.
At that moment, it felt like he had returned to the Demon Hero Hall, as if countless tidal figures of sound were swirling all around him.
{jiong soldiers. }
{Who… are… they… }
As if hearing something, Yang Zicang glanced back. Countless figures from memory slowly twisted and dissipated, only to collide violently with the silhouettes emerging from within He Yishu’s Sub-Ether spatial field ahead.
The unbounded waves of sound and ethereal mist exploded into thunderous chaos, confusion reigning over all.
Bai Yuxian, along with the two ladies who had finally run over from behind, carrying the short mast, watched in shock as the waves of sound and figures radiating various streams of psychic energy jumbled together amidst the reverberations of various weapons and tearing attacks, scattering into patches of hazy, fluorescent mist. Like stage lighting, they spread out, unfolding a dizzying radiance.
Bai Yuxian waved his arms frantically, shielding the two beside him.
……
Bianca Doyle’s body trembled and expanded, transforming into a stool.
It raised its head innocently:
{I just can’t maintain a human form for very long. }
“That’s more than good enough, sir,” Amad said, picking up a sword and a set of clothes from the ground. “Get back to Long · Witte quickly. We’re grateful for your protection this time.“
{No problem. }
With that, a cold-limbed Bianca · Doyle moved his stiff four legs, tilting and wobbling as he quickly hopped and shuffled along the roadside towards the carriage waiting in the distant shadows.
Just then, they all suddenly froze in their movements.
A dark red eye rotated on the stool, casting a suspicious gaze around.
Right in front of them, the space began to ripple, and these fine, dense undulations stirred every hair on the pricked-up ears of Amad.
{What kind of sound is this now? }
“I’m not sure. “
Suddenly, the surrounding trees were stirred by a wind without source, their treetops rustling with a “whoosh, crackle. “
{What are you waiting for? Run! }
The quadriplegic Mr. Bianca Doyle ran frantically, {Master, save me~ }
Sensing that something was wrong, Amade also quickened his pace, turning back occasionally to look at the spot where he had just fought that person. There, faint, fine specks of light were falling to the ground. They dropped from above like a ring of gazing mist, forming on the street one shattered, overlapping record after another, along with tiny, twisted patterns that, when stared at with both eyes, seemed to plunge one into dizziness, chaos, and other emotions.
“Magic pattern? “
Amade, with a glowing ring in his eyes but unable to find his enemy, stared at the strange phenomena where the man had vanished.
Before long, they all disappeared together, blending into the night fog on the street.
……
Yang Zicang emerged from the ethereal force field, dizzy and disoriented. Gazing at the disfigured He Yishu in his arms, his eyes were filled with a myriad of complex emotions. It was a long while before he managed to calm down.
He looked back at the group, then at Bai Yuxian, who had been busy protecting them all this while.
“Let’s head back to the inn. “
Yang Zicang reached up and pulled off a scarf from his arm, unfurled it, and stepped onto its surface.
“Is he still alive? ” Hua Mi asked.
“I don’t know. He was dead to begin with, but something seems to have happened just now. “
Seeing that Yang Zizang seemed a bit delirious, the others quickly helped him down and then flew towards the distant sea.
……
Bai Yuxian heaved a long sigh of relief in his heart. Stepping onto the flying carpet mentioned in the intelligence, he was finally getting closer and closer to that hotel.
Ming Tao…
Just as Bai Yuxian was thinking this, the man he was thinking about finally walked out weakly, step by step, from the illusion of the Sub-Ether Space.
“Divine Hotel… ” Soldier No. 2 touched his new face and looked at the note left by Bai Yuxian in his hand, along with a business card on it.
This originally belonged to Bai Yuxian.
“This damned bastard took my base of Ether and stuffed this thing into my hand. “
— If I reveal my identity, the target will never believe the information I provide, as there is a Sub-Ether spatial field present.
— You just need to enter; this will be my final task.
Feeling the charming magic emanating from the “Basic Imprint ” in his mind, Soldier No. 2’s weak body gradually showed a faint trace of affinity.
｛Hundred Crown…｝
A faint glimmer of light echoed from the distant horizon and was quickly moving further away.
Carefully controlling his emotions while holding the business card, Soldier No. 2 walked through the Sub-Ether spatial field.
He didn’t dare to exist in this space for too long, but only here could he locate the position of another card belonging to Bai Yuxian.
“That was fast. “
Soldier No. 2 moved swiftly, pulsing its feet and deliberately stepping on the bright fluorescent spots within the Sub-Ether space, rapidly traversing the warped and shifting terrain.
……
Yang Zicang returned to the small boat on the island with the others.
“Welcome aboard. “
Yang Zicang turned, extending a hand toward Bai Yuxian, and said as his strength gradually returned, “Thank you for your help earlier. He Yishu’s body—do you know how it can be restored? “
This gravely injured man now had only a breath left in him, lying beside the boat.
Yang Zicang had no idea what exactly had happened to him.
Bai Yuxian said, “The Sub-Ether Field Space is a manifestation of the Ether itself, but revealing it requires a price. Perhaps what we just saw was that price. “
Then, lifting his eyes, he added: “Hmm… Your energy seems capable of neutralizing a lot of the matter in Sub-Ether space? “
“It seems so… ” Yang Zicang replied, a note of uncertainty in his voice.
When the group returned to the inn, the commotion from upstairs startled both Karl, who was coming out of the hall, and Wager, who stood brushing his teeth, as they stared at the man being carried down.
He Yishu’s body had been pierced clean through, with several large, gaping wounds across his neck and waist.
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