The Defender’s attacks unfolded like a storm. Cheng Yunze’s Moon Angel was completely unable to emerge. Yang Zicang temporarily jumped onto the huge carpet, relying on movement to dodge the Defender’s damage.
However, even this huge carpet could not fully block the penetration of the sound wave energy.
Thankfully, hundreds of thousands of people were ready to invest in him at any time. Yang Zicang was grateful that the later stages of the Demon Hero Hall had this authority—that damned bastard.
{There’s no other way. Zicang, come back quickly. Let’s speed up sending the elderly, sick, and disabled to the Freq-Lost Land.}
“Xiao Machao can only send one person at a time.”
{We can only hold out until after the 15th, using the crisscrossing paths to transfer everyone to the Freq-Lost Land.}
Yang Zicang wiped the blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.
He felt a fierce unwillingness in his heart.
“It would be one thing elsewhere, but in the Demon Hero Hall, there’s no such thing as an unsolvable problem.”
Essentially, the Demon Hero Hall is also a man-made Cruxspace. It likewise adheres to an upper limit, except this limit is imposed on the most powerful being in this territory, not merely on those who enter it.
But… am I the most powerful?
Below, Cheng Yunze was locked in a desperate struggle. His timeline would frantically flicker at the brink of dissipation almost every second. If not for the shields continuously deployed by the persevering supporters of the 23rd City behind him, consuming Ability Spheres, Cheng Yunze would likely be in a sorry state even with his Skeleton of Light.
{Yang Zicang, get out now! If you sink down, you’ll definitely die!} Cheng Yunze began to retreat while fighting.
“Mr. Zicang, please come out. Let’s go to the headquarters and discuss! There are only ten days left until mid-month!” Tong Wenqi added.
The King of Sound Waves was hoisted up on the Eyeball Speaker, floating into view at the edge of the massive carpet.
“Don’t bother trying to escape. If there’s anything else you want to know, you can ask me again, and then I’ll have to send you on your way.”
The Defender is really obsessed with getting his final regrets about death… Is it because he was the designer of this place that everyone criticized him? Yang Zicang mused.
Several startled cries and wildly flickering broken lines came from below.
Yang Zicang looked down. Cheng Yunze, unable to withstand the unending whispering madness, had already exited his Psychic Body state.
At that moment, three much more solid figures of the Defender, under the besieging encirclement of groups of energy-men, had enclosed Cheng Yunze.
In the hands of those three Kings of Sound Waves, expanding ripples were emitting, shaking Cheng Yünze’s body.
Yang Zicang felt as if his head was about to explode.
This scene…
Yang Zicang’s heart suddenly tightened.
“Why must you attack us, can’t we coexist in peace?”
“Peace? I wish, but…” The King of Sound Waves chuckled, “Our frequencies are different!”
Buzz~~ Seven or eight eyeballs floated into view.
Yang Zicang sensed a wave of energy spreading out and enveloping him.
But Yang Zicang smiled instead.
“So, if I become a Legion General, I can never truly maintain independent will, right! Because you won’t allow any thought band that doesn’t match your so-called frequency to exist!”
The King of Sound Waves smirked: “You talk too much. Final musings like that, I’m not fond of them.”
Although the King of Sound Waves didn’t admit it, reality was already proving it to everyone. In the military formation below, the dying voices belonging to the Demon Hero Hall were being marginalized; the languages of the senior type/unit detachments were rapidly fading therein, while the whispers from terrestrial humans within the bullets, shells, and armored suits grew more intense.
Yang Zicang’s skin began to tremble, yet his enormous carpet hadn’t budged an inch, merely undulating and rippling hovering atop the sea of sound, just like real waves.
{Yang Zicang!}
{Big brother! Ahhh, hang in there, I’ll be right there!!}
{Master Zicang, get out fast, don’t die!}
Buzz~ Buzz~ Buzzz~~
Yang Zicang offered no resistance whatsoever. He felt every part of him—his internal organs, bones, blood vessels, skull, everything—vibrating in unison with countless surrounding sounds.
Yet, amidst such violent vibrations, Yang Zicang appeared even more relaxed.
The Defender looked at him with amusement.
“I’m about to become the Master of Mo Ying Hall.”
As if confiding in the only person who could hear him, the Defender said in a low voice.
The King of Sound Waves, brimming with unshakable confidence, believed that no matter what Yang Zicang did, he couldn’t escape.
“Did you know? I designed and constructed this Mo Ying Hall with my own hands.”
“Oh, I know. Many of the final voices kept harping on that fact—it’s also what they resented you for. Hmm… your mind has been tempered; it takes some effort.”
Bang! One arm of Cheng Yunze, who was perfectly overlapping with the Moon Angel below, exploded.
A model flickered into existence on Yang Zicang’s chest, and the Great Quadrilateral rotated slowly within.
“And, do you know…” Blood seeped from the corners of Yang Zicang’s mouth, and the capillaries in his eyes burst, staining the whites red.
“Still more last words. I relish these parting words of yours—this is truly the most sincere, pure emotions and wishes of a person.”
[I, the Great Quadrilateral, search for the items within the circle.]
Yang Zicang’s gaze fell upon the increasingly surging mass of human heads.
Information about Moon Shadow Summon Bugs flashed through his mind—they are always one notch stronger than the strongest person present.
Some construction data about the Demon Elites Hall also flashed through his mind.
The Demon Elites Hall is a filter, a crushing pressure.
In a place like this, outside the bounds of that designated Fate Track, such a Demon Elites Hall is only a fraction stronger than the strongest of the two cities.
It is not invincible…
But the prerequisite is…
{Why did I come here~}
{That damn Yang Zicang…}
{I want to go back…}
The whispers flooding his mind seemed to resonate and merge with him, becoming one. The scene before him turned red…
Yang Zicang gave a cold laugh: “That bastard is definitely settling a personal score in public. So… the one to defeat you… can only be… me!”
[I have touched 【The Roar of Revolt】.]
“Come on, let me become your general.”
“Too late.”
“Come on, let me become the general of all of you! Everyone who died in the Demon Elites Hall!”
The moment the Roar of Revolt was invoked and integrated, the whispers that had been distorting Yang Zicang’s mental frequency all fell into sudden silence.
The Defender, who had just been sneering, suddenly screamed at Yang Zicang: “What are you doing!”
The energy in his hand surged, as he pressed it towards the young man before him!
“You will not become members of his army! If these voices are anchoring your final lost-frequency thoughts!”
Yang Zicang roared in pain!
“The oppressed roar… rebel!”
Boom! Yang Zicang was sent flying backward—not because of the Defender’s attack, but because of the blast wave triggered by a massive explosion inside the hall.
In the final heartbeat before fading, Yang Zicang heard a faint thought arise…
[I sensed over a hundred…]
[I sensed over a thousand shared… lingering wills yearning to survive…]
Consciousness became increasingly chaotic. Yang Zicang felt multiple selves awakening within his mind, each carrying emotions like rage, sorrow, and confusion.
Suddenly, the thousands of distinct, demented conscious-wave bands around him turned into countless chaotic energies. Their words lost balance, their logic fell into disorder, as if they had degenerated from precise human will into low-brained, incoherent spiritual entities that could barely string words together…
{The stro…ngest says…}
{He is…}
{Good, Gaji…}, {JiaJun…}, {General…}
Countless indescribably ethereal wave bands, illuminated by the distorted shimmering light, began to chaotically tune toward a single vibration, a single tremor, a single phrase—
{He says he is…}
{Jiangjun… General!}
Boom, rumble! Bullets and missiles exploded from gun barrels; layers of arms emerged inside armored suits, strangling the throats of those who wore their resonating voices.
[The deciding personality is twisting…]
Before the flying Yang Zicang’s chest, a trembling, quadrilateral pattern expanded, crossing through the resonant energy masses around him, one after another…
Boom! Rumble!
One by one, figures blown apart against the ground.
[As… the great… quadrangular… shape, I… begin to utilize… the Wish Talisman… following survival instinct.]
[The Wish Talisman has no target, but all living beings share one fundamental wish… life.]
The will trapped in bewilderment awakened.
Amidst emptiness and confusion, this pure, indiscriminate will sensed its surroundings and a silver spear emerging from a small black void before it. It watched as the spear gently pierced into its own unconscious body, with several red patterns above quickly infiltrating into its being.
A tattered vitality rapidly bloomed within its own body, like a dying spark reigniting.
Then, this pure will sank into a stupor.
After an unknown amount of time, the dazed chaotic will finally conjured a thought…
“I am… great… no.”
He strained to open his eyelids and raised a hand, glimpsing the writhing, decaying flesh on his ulcerated palm.
The chilling hardness of the ground gradually pressed against his back, accompanied by a searing pain deep within his body.
“I am… Soundtide… Li… no, am I Wang Chaotian? Who is Wang Chaotian… not Zhao Fei either, I am…”
He grew slightly anxious, but a few sharper cries rang through.
“Yang Zicang! Are you alright!”
With this shout, countless murmurs and other out-of-band thoughts receded like a tidal wave, fading into nothing.
“Right…”
Two figures appeared beside Yang Zicang, their faces showing signs of impatience, followed by more people. Some shouted Cheng Yunze’s name, others laughed maniacally, and some wept.
“I am Yang Zicang…”
Yang Zicang felt a warm hand touch him. Someone applied something to him, and amidst the pain in his body, a sense of comfort gradually emerged.
Finally, his own true memories slowly began to return.
“Yang Zicang!” Cheng Yunze, supported by Ning Jiajia, stumbled forward with his broken body.
Having lost both arms, he gave a bitter smile and said, “Well done, kid. This time… I admit defeat willingly. You win.”
With that, Cheng Yunze sat down at the feet of the Four-Phase Team. Nearby, Wang Chun and the others looked at the fallen young man with complex expressions… that guy… he had resisted so fiercely in such a way, and he had actually succeeded.
In their eyes, the young man, who had barely retained his human form, was slowly recovering his body.
Su’e knelt beside Yang Zicang, excitedly removing foreign objects from his healing wounds.
“We won. You’re amazing, Xiao Yang!” She excitedly planted a kiss on Yang Zicang’s cheek, which was still a bit battered but already restored.
Somewhere else, watching this scene through the headquarters’ feed, Mu Xiaoyu let out a wail, spun around, and hugged Liu Ming. “Ahh, that scoundrel!”
The group surrounded Yang Zicang, preventing any outsiders from approaching.
With various healing ability spheres used as if they were free of charge, Yang Zicang gradually recovered to the point where he could sit up.
Another group of people rushed in, and Luo Xin said excitedly:
“Yang Zicang, our city won! You actually took down the Defender all by yourself! Amazing!”
As he stood up, Luo Bin, Zhao Xuemei, and the others, who had arrived in front of him at some unknown moment, automatically cleared a path for him.
On the black wall ahead, the spot where the giant eye had been was completely blown open.
A luminous, gorgeous orb floated there, with two small items slowly rotating inside.
[Demon Hero Hall — Demon Gear Millwheel, exclusive reward for the winning team.]
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