Exposed!
Was it exposed just like that? Xiao Yushan’s heart jolted, he had been tricked by this guy!
“So it is you after all!”
A tiny black hole suddenly appeared, causing the round lights on the chests of dozens of people nearby to all glow. Triangular and quadrilateral broken lines flickered and spread out.
“That bastard!”
“Attack him with full force. Don’t let him escape!”
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Countless weapons came smashing down like beating a rat crossing the street.
Yet at the instant the long spears and short blades pierced him, Xiao Yushan’s body shot up like teleporting, vanishing with afterimages in a whoosh.
{How impulsive.}
It was unclear whether this remark referred to the crowd or himself.
{But do they think they can capture me like this?}
The flying Xiao Yushan suddenly snapped awake. He felt his body’s parabolic trajectory twist unnaturally as he ascended to a higher altitude in eerie postures. Several bands from high above rushed out and wrapped him layer by layer.
The skin on Xiao Yushan’s hanging back began to writhe.
A human figure arched up from behind his clothes like a parasite, poking its shoulder out.
{Go on, stab away! If he dies, this psionic field ends.}
“What… what’s wrong with me?”
The awakened Xiao Yushan was horrified. He heard a blood-curdling voice coming from behind.
{Using that sort of question to fool me—Yang Zicang, you truly are a detestable villain. Go on, kill him.}
“Wha… what? What do you mean it ends when I die?”
Everyone looked up. Yang Zicang’s eyes narrowed slightly.
Everyone strained to see the true face of the person growing out from behind Xiao Yushan.
The man who looked like Li Shangxiang sneered at Yang Zicang below, playing with a scalpel, then suddenly pressed it against Xiao Yushan’s throat, making the man widen his eyes in shock.
Until now, he had no idea what was happening.
Yang Zicang glanced at Xiao Yushan:
“Mr. Xiao, are you willing to die for us?”
“What the hell? Hey, don’t joke around. What exactly is going on?”
A strip of bandage was shoved into Xiao Yushan’s mouth, muffling his voice into a gurgle in his throat.
{Trying to pawn off your responsibility for escape onto others again, huh? Heh. Since you’ve found me, come on, let me see what you plan to do next.}
As Li Shangxiang’s words faded, a bandage shot out from under Yang Zicang’s feet, instantly wrapping around his ankles. Yang Zicang reacted swiftly, leaping aside to dodge, but more bandages surged from all directions, like a giant net trying to encircle him.
“Zicang, can you handle it?” Morrie shouted anxiously.
They had never imagined encountering such a troublesome enemy. This was ten times more terrifying than the mad fiends in the A-class Cross Zones.
“Do you need our help?”
“Telekinesis is everywhere. Don’t act rashly.”
“Yang Zicang, we can also invest in you!”
Fragments of memories, tempting yet manipulative, flashed through Yang Zicang’s mind. He was already sixty to seventy percent certain about what he was up against.
“Don’t worry, I’ve got this!”
Got to go all out…
Everyone watched nervously as Yang Zicang was besieged by countless bandages ahead, the White Shadow Nian Dragon having already spat out smoke.
“Ha!” With a sweep of his hands, the black hole phantom of the Graviton Arc manifested before him.
“Since this is a psychic field!” He glared at the surging bandages and roared through gritted teeth, “Then let it change as I will! Expand!”
Rumble!
The black hole of the Graviton Arc before him swelled suddenly, its immense gravitational force swiftly drawing in the bandages coiled around him one by one.
Snap! Snap! Snap! Snap!
One strip after another, all the bandages were sucked in.
“Incredible… to be able to do that!”
The thirty-odd people around stared in awe at the abruptly expanding black hole, thinking it was merely the exit portal of Yang Zicang’s Century Weapon, little expecting it to actually become a true black hole.
As it grew larger, Yang Zicang’s clothes fluttered violently, and his expression twisted in agony.
{Can you still keep expanding your black hole? Heh, even within a psychic field, challenging the inertia of reality’s perception is something you cannot sustain for long. How much longer can you hold out?}
Yang Zicang gritted his teeth, the temporal arcane flames across his body blazing even more intensely. He took a deep breath, channeling all his focus into the black hole before him, and erupted in a sudden surge!
Boom!
A shockwave of formidably solid energy exploded from Yang Zicang’s body, pouring entirely into the black hole!
Bang! Crash!
Dozens or even hundreds of bandages surged into the black hole with a swoosh, and the entire hall shook as if on the verge of shattering.
The surrounding thirty-plus people stared at this scene in shock!
Yang Zicang, holding the black energy sphere suspended between his hands, looked like a demon hauling the entrance to the abyss, drawing in each terrifying iron-like rope-like entity.
After the violent air tremors, the entire hall became much clearer, but there was no sign of any spinning energy sphere between Yang Zicang’s hands.
The air grew still.
Yang Zicang’s legs suddenly gave way, and he collapsed, struggling to support himself with his hands on the ground.
{What a thorough cleanup.}
“You!”
“Bastard!”
“Damn thing, it actually…”
The crowd frantically pointed and cursed, with some people rushing toward Yang Zicang.
In an instant, a red surgical knife flew from behind, aimed straight at Yang Zicang’s back. He glanced askance subconsciously.
“Watch out!” Morrie shouted, and the surrounding people stirred in unison. Various weapons struck up against it.
“Fake thing!”
[Redirect!]
The redirect ability had strengthened considerably, and the flying knife instantly veered and stabbed into the ground.
{Why not stab here instead.}
The collapsed clothing bulged once more, and Xiao Yushan saw the monster behind him press its hand against the location of Shiqin’s heart, its terrified whimpers his only response. Li Shangxiang, with a sickly and utterly disarming dark smile, coaxed gradually:
{If you merely plunge the gun in, all of you can wake up, isn’t that so? With so many dead, what’s one more anyway? What are you waiting for?}
……
The gazes of those below shifted back and forth between Yang Zicang and the suspended Xiao Yushan.
Yang Zicang took a deep breath, forcefully suppressing some emotion rising from within him.
He couldn’t help but recall nearly two months ago, when he had first smuggled into Pivot Town to treat Mu Xiaoyu’s injuries the manual Zhu Yin had handed him.
— I am The Blazing Light, Sergeant Tenedorovsky.
As he raised the scorched flight manual over the dark soil of the Lost Frequency Field, its information gradually trickled into his mind.
— Silver and Red must not be separated, joined by Black Gold—this is the precious intelligence our “Forward March Squadron”obtained.
— Regarding the so-called “Black Gold,” its information is concealed within a bookshelf.
— According to gathered intelligence, the bookshelf is located in a place called the [Old World Archives Room].
According to a target report update, another hit appeared confirming it lies within an old world organization named “Disorient Mirage Corporation”.
Moreover, according to corroborated data tracking, if you want to reach the Old World Document Repository, you first need to enter the DozelagalenaCompany.
—… According to supplementary intelligence, there are currently two known ways to reach the Lost Illusion Company, although in practice they can be considered just one.
—… First, head to the Frequency-Lost Zone. Here is some intelligence about the Frequency-Lost Zone… becoming a celebrity… silently dedicating to transform this suffering world…
—… But, compared to accumulating hundreds of thousands of kilometers of safe driving through routine compliance, a single speeding violation at three hundred yards per hour is more likely to immediately catch people’s attention… However, the consequences of such behavior are also severe. In any case, here are the special precautions…
—… If you confirm that you are being assessed, please be sure to maintain absolute emotional stability… According to the speculations and summaries provided by the Loser, the assessment content likely includes two or three items…
—It’s not easy to come back once, and recording this information is also difficult. Although this is a dangerous and arduous task, if our wishes are the same and our aspirations align, please carry on our heartfelt desire: to eliminate artificial barriers.
—No one assigns us a task; our wishes are our mission. This is the creed of our Forward March Squad.
—As long as you advance, you are the next carrier of the Forward March Squad’s creed.
—Please, by all means, keep this confidential, or I wish you success.
{How much longer are you going to sleep here?}
Yang Zicang looked up to see the detestable Li Shangxiang using a dark red scalpel to casually gesture up and down poor Xiao Yushan’s neck.
{You know, outside, the conscious ones are fighting the real me. They all want to protect you, to keep the Invisibility Orb from falling into my hands.}
Countless bandages surged from all directions within the hall, like ocean waves, ready to envelop and press down on Yang Zicang once again.
Yang Zicang let out a cold sneer.
He held his hands as if dragging something in the void, and the black hole of the Graviton Arc reappeared, rapidly expanding. But his body suddenly swayed.
“No, Zicang, you’ve already expended too much mental energy.”
Boboli supported the young man, who collapsed and went limp, while Morrie vigilantly watched those around them. Young Master Wang, Captain Qin, and the others blocked the rest, preventing them from getting close to Yang Zicang.
“Isn’t there any other way to deal with him?” The group stared upward with a mix of helplessness and tension, gritting their teeth as they spoke.
“What, regretting coming to rescue someone? That figures—you wouldn’t have lost your life if you hadn’t come. Why bother being a good person for nothing? Hah…”
A man below jumped up, pointing at Li Shangxiang and yelling:
“Go to hell, you bastard! You demonic nightmare, you’ll never understand the human spirit!”
“Then go die!”
Bang! In an instant, a bandage shot out and blew that man’s head off. The remaining people fell silent in fear, but a simmering anger burned in their chests.
“What do we do, Yang Zicang!”
“Zicang, maybe we should just sacrifice Xiao…”
“Don’t be rash, we’re not at the end yet.”
“What, Captain Zicang, do you have another way out?”
Yang Zicang took a deep breath. What if it’s wrong? No, the probability has already exceeded seventy percent.
Nothing is absolutely certain to succeed.
“Yes, I do.”
Li Shangxiang, who had taken Xiao Yushan hostage, stared sullenly at Yang Zicang as he raised his long spear and aimed it upward.
{Yes, that’s it, throw it over. Aim it at his heart and throw it, and you can end this psychic field early.}
Morrie said, “Yang Zicang, you…”
“Are you going to kill Xiao Yushan?” the people around nervously watched Yang Zicang, who had his spear aimed upward.
“The man who saved me—how could I possibly kill him for no reason?”
“Then what do we do?”
Ahead, Yang Zicang smiled, then suddenly turned the spear around and thrust it straight into his own heart.
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