Wang Zhuo’s expression turned extremely gloomy.
The giant carpet swooped down as a wave of mental pressure spread outward, and at the same time, the white phantom appeared before him in the blink of an eye.
[White Shadow trying to make an active investment for me.]
[White Shadow offering to invest 6666 N for me.]
Just as Wang Zhuo hesitated whether to accept the investment and escape to a new Fate Track, a beam of light abruptly emerged from a nearby building. There, an elegant figure held a shimmering brilliance in her hands, and a psychedelic light screen illuminated the area.
Bathed in this light, even the White Shadow Nian Dragon near Wang Zhuo seemed to stagger as if in a daze for a full second. In that instant, the giant carpet surpassed the Nian Dragon and rushed to Wang Zhuo’s side.
{Watch out for a trick.}
Luo Bin shouted from the other side. Yang Zicang felt his own thoughts slow for a second. “A trick? What trick?”
The woman’s hands flashed with silver lines as she gripped a Grim Demon tool that no longer revealed its original shape, resembling a mage who could turn the tide of battle merely by standing still.
Upon seeing this, Wang Zhuo said with heartache:
“Miss Jiajia spent two types of light abilities on me at once—how wasteful!”
{It’s fine. She can still collect more Light Gates later, though obtaining that [Slowing Light] again might be a bit troublesome. As long as you can get back.}
Yang Zicang quickly lifted the giant carpet to move it away from the light’s reach.
Just a crucial second or two, and the man on the ground had already rushed into the midst of several Bound Spirits, provoking the monsters to give chase.
“Who are you.” At the edge of the giant blanket, Yang Zicang looked at the woman and said coldly.
The woman in front of the door below let out a light laugh: “Ning Jiajia of the Four-Phase Team. Nice to meet you for the first time, hello, Mr. Yang Zicang, director of Puming Group.”
She stepped back, and her figure disappeared behind this door. The energy rotating in the door frame began to dissipate.
Luo Bin exclaimed:
{They are even able to fabricate the psychokinetic portal here?}
After returning to the camp, Luo Bin first suggested that Yang Zicang go pick up Lyv Zhi. As for the settlement in the Forbidden Frequency Zone, he suggested not expanding the personnel for now, and letting Lyv Zhi take the lead in protecting it.
“Makes sense.”
By the way, handing the Virtual Zero Sequence Timeline Weapon over to that lad Liang Xi would definitely surprise him beyond measure.
Yang Zicang left without even eating dinner. From that day on, Lyv Zhi, carrying the pyramid-shaped treasure intended for his use, became the humanoid radar of the camp.
……
As the complete Sail-Ink Drawing of the second Bound Spirit was fully unraveled, Hong Haocheng obtained a rough map of this area.
“Your activity area is really just a straight line between two points. You don’t bother looking at any other parts of the city at all, do you?”
The boy sighed and fidgeted as if scratching his ears and cheeks in frustration. But at least he had managed to acquire a map of part of the area.
He casually plucked a wild fruit, stuffed it into his mouth, and then looked at the Even-Odd Lake Sword in his hand.
Psychokinetic attacks are the rarest, and also the most powerful form of offense. To defend against them, only a top-tier team can accomplish it.
And the third form of attack of this sword should be telepathic attack!
It is a weapon with special abilities no less than the Virtual Zero Sequence Chrono Weapon!
And Hong Haocheng vaguely recalled that the sword seemed to behave abnormally the last time he cut off his hand to make medicine.
“How about we try your strongest form?”
Hong Haocheng’s gaze looked into the distance.
A few days ago, he had noticed a small, ordinary Bound Spirit over there.
That thing was about two meters tall, but even so, his hand was as big as a catalpa leaf.
“I’ll finish you off before leaving here!”
Thump, thump, thump!
That small Bound Spirit suddenly noticed the rapid sound of footsteps behind him. It turned its head slowly and suspiciously, spotting an unfamiliar silhouette quickly charging forward.
“Even-Odd Lake Sword!”
Approaching the monster, Hong Haocheng gritted his teeth and raised the longsword. He first slashed at the finger of his own left hand.
Blood splattered.
“What number does that make now?”
[The Even-Odd Lake Sword declares, the current number is even.]
[The Even-Odd Lake Sword expresses that I have become incomplete, much like its creator, subjected to people’s criticism.]
[Because an originally paired body part became odd, the Even-Odd Lake Sword declares me, the determined misfit, the current number: odd-even.]
The blade of the longsword “whined” and trembled. Jiang Yi’s transparent sword body swiftly passed through the monster’s body as he lunged forward.
“It hurts, but things just got easier.”
Hong Haocheng stood up, turned around casually, and a huge palm the size of a winnowing fan slammed toward him.
“Wah!”
Bang! A silver-white illusory flame rapidly lit up on his body as he was sent flying.
[I counteracted 100N.]
The Bound Spirits around, noticing the commotion, roared at the sky and charged over with heavy stomps!
“Why did it fail?”
This was his first attempt at a telekinetic attack, and to his surprise, it ended in a brilliant failure. Hong Haocheng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, then turned and threw a punch into the chest of the monster that had caught up to him in just two steps.
Thump!
The sound was like striking a muffled drum. The monster opened its mouth, and from within came a faint, hoarse roar as its other hand swung toward him. The Boy ducked low, his right hand gripping the sword while his left fist lashed out, sending blood splattering from his broken fingers.
*Pssh-pssh-pssh*.
The blood sprayed onto the Bound Spirit, quickly seeping into its body.
The rampaging monster suddenly jolted still, as if something within its body was twisting and writhing, slowing its movements.
Seizing this moment, Hong Haocheng flailed his fists wildly in a flurry of erratic strikes. His meager time reserve was rapidly consumed, quickly dropping to just a few decades of base time-these had all been earned fishing.
The city was infested with a massive number of monsters, and he hadn’t found an opportunity to single-handedly take down a lone Bound Spirit. Now, finally encountering a small, isolated one, he rashly attempted to kill it with a single sword strike, but it completely disregarded his psychic attack.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
Heavy footsteps mixed together as other monsters charged over quickly.
An intense oppressive pressure filled the air around him. Hong Haocheng gritted his teeth and threw a punch at the giant.
[I’ve exhausted all my time sequence.]
“Ah, I still have my lifespan!”
His body rapidly aged, but just as he reached less than thirty years old, the boy suddenly felt an overwhelming presence of death spreading around him.
An extreme sense of panic gripped the boy, as if warning him — stop right now!
[I, the Mysterious Triangle, can amplify by three times.]
[I have amplified 27N.]
Bang! He slammed his fist into the forehead of the monster, which had actively leaned down.
[In City 11, Qi Xiaona wants to take the initiative to invest in me.]
“What?”
Hong Haocheng suddenly looked up, and a faint glimmer of light lit up on the chest of the Bound Spirit in front of him.
The Bound Spirits charging in all around them had actually all stopped in their tracks of their own accord.
The sound of restlessness hushed for a moment.
A weak and feeble voice came from within the Bound Spirit before his eyes.
{Just relying on this little bit of lifespan, it’s not enough to kill me, you know.}
[In City 11, Qi Xiaona wants to take the initiative to invest in me.]
The mental voice of the template came again.
Hong Haocheng slowly raised his head.
On the chest of the monster before him, a crimson, decayed ring struggled to surface, its trembling threads refracting into the scarlet ring on his own chest.
[Qi Xiaona invested 1634.7N for me.]
The giant, palm-sized hand had somehow shrunk a size smaller. It dragged the sword that had become a psychic body from the dazed Hong Haocheng’s grasp.
The moment it took the sword, the weapon reverted to its ordinary form.
*Pfft!* The sword pierced clean through the Bound Spirit’s throat—now thinner than before—plunged by the creature itself.
“Ah… you!”
Hong Haocheng reached out and grabbed her faint, ethereal form, which flickered within the blue energy.
{Th…thank you… Let me, as a human… body… run… I can’t reason with them anymore…}
*Boom!* Several enormous hands swiped toward him. Hong Haocheng snatched the sword she had wrenched out and discarded, then gave a nimble backward leap, tumbling several times before landing firmly on the ground.
Lifting his head, Hong Haocheng gazed at the slowly collapsing figure. It rapidly dissolved into a pile of “jelly”-like matter mixed with human remains, scattering as it fell.
Though he knew the Bound Spirit had once been a being like himself, turning into a monster—much like a human becoming a zombie—was merely a transformation into a different form of life, with even the Sail-Ink Drawing bearing no trace of its former human identity.
But at this moment, she had awakened!
Tears streaked across Hong Haocheng’s face as he turned and ran.
“Who the hell created this godforsaken world?!” he cursed.
*Boom!* Two monsters charged at Hong Haocheng from behind, pouncing fiercely. But since they both targeted him, they slammed violently into each other and collapsed to the ground.
He barely glanced back before nimbly dashing toward a dilapidated building ahead.
These human-made structures were the best places to hide from them.
Most of the Earth’s urban architecture had already been reduced to ruins. Only some self-built structures resembling giant castles from another world still stood tall beneath the swirling vortex of dark clouds, as if they were monuments recording past glory.
They proclaimed to any who approached that the wandering giants of energy outside once had their own intelligence, their own ordinary yet brilliant lives.
Walking among the towering buildings, Hong Haocheng felt a gnawing hunger surge. The severed ends of his fingers began to writhe slowly as new digits gradually grew back.
Over an hour later, the sword in his hand had transitioned from translucent to solid iron.
[The Even-Odd Lake Sword declares: It is now an odd number.]
……
On the other side, with Lyv Zhi’s arrival, the hallucination attack had already spread over twenty miles.
Although this consciousness-warping assault was ineffective against the Bound Spirits surrounding them, any human who entered would be sensed by Lyv Zhi. The mental avatar he manifested could instantly appear beside the newcomer.
Under these circumstances, it had become impossible for people from City 23 to approach the camp for close-range reconnaissance as they had before.
“Well, that should keep those guys stumped.”
Inside the tent, Lyv Zhi, who was being well-fed and treated, said, “Don’t worry. If they dare to come over, they won’t be able to escape my detection in the first place.”
“If it’s just that,” Yang Zicang glanced at everyone in the tent, “since City 23 wants to probe our background, we might as well prepare for the year-end confrontation.”
“Mr. Yang, what do you intend to do?” one person asked.
“If you need our help, just say the word.” These people all spoke with conviction.
Yang Zicang looked at these strangers who had gradually gained entry into City 11 by submitting pages.
“I’d like to ask all of you to help me gather the roster of the Four-Phase Team and their corresponding abilities.”
The chief teams of each city were relatively well-known people, and their abilities had been exposed to some extent. As long as one was willing, this information could still be obtained.
A man below glanced left and right: “I’m not sure about their abilities, but I can give you the roster, Mr. Zicang. Let me take care of this task.”
Yang Zicang’s gaze fell on the man. “That would be wonderful.”
After walking out of the camp gate, Yang Zicang initiated a telepathic connection with Luo Bin.
[It seems our business of recruiting people cannot be expanded for now.]
{Oh?}
[Use your model ability to investigate these people who have used pages to join the team over the past few days.]
Luo Bin’s gaze sank.
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