At the main gate of the Magic-tooth Mill Hall, Yang Zicang had just appeared on the bridge opposite the water curtain.
Swoosh! A beam of light fell from the sky.
Yang Zicang’s body erupted with golden-red ethereal flames, forcefully withstanding this ray of light!
[I, the Great Quadrilateral, have neutralized 39,996 N!]
[I have used the “Lifespan Bank” for 9999N.]
The quadrilateral spread outward.
{Morrie! Get back here!}
Countless people instantly received this financing-linked message filled with anger and anxiety.
“What?”
“Isn’t this—”
“Yang Zicang is here!”
With a bang, the entire city erupted.
[I sense the collective will of over a hundred people.]
In the distance, Morrie felt the fold line of this financing model, his face shifting instantly, but he did not connect.
This figure quickly strode toward a Mordo Fang Chamber ahead, exuding fierce demonic energy. The entire Hall of the Magos Larynx was located at a convergence point beneath the Hall of Demonics City, and all teams from both cities could reach it through several entrances.
Looking back at the front of the Demon Corridor.
Yang Zicang gritted his teeth and yanked the silk scarf that had been tied to the inside of his arm and clothing.
With a bap , the silk scarf expanded into a giant blanket the size of a room. The young man agilely leaped onto it, and amidst the gaze of onlookers scanning them from above, he shot into the Hall of Demonics City at high speed.
“Yang Zicang!”
“Be careful, there are…”
Before he could finish, the group of Red Model individuals lurking inside, ready to ambush Yang Zicang, suddenly felt the world go dark.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The flying carpet trembled like a drum, thrumming violently, sending over a dozen hidden Red Model individuals flying. By the time they scrambled back up, Yang Zicang had already entered the Mordo Fang Chamber.
This scene was spread across the mental links by hundreds of people present.
[I have sensed the collective will of over a thousand people.]
Suddenly, Yang Zicang turned his gaze, and someone was picking up a claw hook, ready to use it. The next moment, the huge carpet zoomed in, wrapped it up, and brought it inside.
“Ah, Yang—”
Crack! The person only felt a numbness in his hand; the claw hook had already landed in Yang Zicang’s grasp. It was a red, curved, and sharp iron tool.
“Tell Lü Bu: If he dares to harm my friend, he won’t survive tonight. Every single member of his organization won’t survive tonight. I swear it.”
This person broke out in a cold sweat and said, “I dare not say it. If I do, he will kill me on the spot.”
“Then get lost.”
Just before the Mordo Fang Chamber turned, this person was kicked away with immense force like a cannonball, crashing into the group of people about to attack, sending them tumbling and sprawling.
[I have sensed the collective will of over ten thousand people.]
A thread was shot out by Yang Zicang, instantly spreading across a radius of dozens of miles.
{Everyone, I am Yang Zicang. I still need four five-colored spikes besides the red one. Send them quickly; each one can be exchanged for a Born Treasure coin! The first two will each receive a practice contract as a bonus!}
The substitute training contracts in his hand were no longer sufficient for four copies; otherwise, he wouldn’t mind giving them all away.
Kong, kong, kong, kong.
The room rotated, and Yang Zicang walked forward, standing in front of the force field wall.
He spoke into the void, “Boboli, I feel that this should be my final stop here.”
Yang Zicang believed Boboli was watching him.
The presence of the “Right of Mental Manifestation” within his heart was rapidly fading.
In truth, it had been revoked the moment he left his position, but due to its supreme authority, it still lingered as an echo upon his mind.
Yang Zicang had a strong hunch that today might very well be his last day in this world.
This impulsive premonition was just like the ones he’d had on several previous occasions.
This was likely the last mental hint granted to him by the Right of Mental Manifestation.
He couldn’t help but look at his now much more solid palm, as a beam of blood-red evening sunlight pierced through the force field wall, falling into his hand and also illuminating half of his face.
The Demon Gear Millwheel turned slowly.
[I sense the shared wishes of over ten thousand people, but they are growing chaotic.]
[Over ten thousand are hoping to receive my prizes.]
[Over a thousand are looking forward to my arrival.]
In the sky, a faint glimmer flashed.
The satellite had briefly lost its target.
[I have acquired a “charm” condensed from the power of mental thoughts.]
[Wish Charm, thousand-person tier. Grants permission to make certain wishes in this world.]
Yang Zicang felt the newly appeared speck of light in his heart, along with countless voices greeting him—so many they surged like a mountain or a tidal wave, full of anticipation, praise, and pleas seeking his aid.
Liang Xi and Luo Bin kept sending Mental Link communications, as did Chu Qiang, Yao Qiming, Luo Xin, and Fulrry Zhao.
{Zicang, where are you? I’ll come find you.}
{Brother Yang, we’re too far to send the spine claws over.}
Yang Zicang quietly felt the countless broken lines shooting towards him, but among them, there was no trace of the person he was looking for!
“Morrie, you’re finished. I’m definitely going to give you a good beating!” he said through gritted teeth.
Suddenly, beyond the force field wall, a cluster of floating objects appeared.
Yang Zicang fixed his gaze and saw two cartoon humanoid figures standing in the mist.
It was him!
Yang Zicang’s eyelids slightly drooped.
He had never seen the owner of this mist before.
Back then, this stranger had both invested in a mental power station for him and sent him items to heal his injuries. He was a very contradictory guy.
The mist surged beyond the force field wall, struggling to form a few words: Earth… Barbed Claw…
The mist text dissipated and re-materialized: I… give… to you…
Yang Zicäng’s breaths were slightly erratic.
The plonk-knock!
The Mordo Fang Chamber collided. The moment the force field wall shattered, the mist carried something through the finger-wide gap between the two chambers, darting in with a whoosh and dropping a soil-type ember claw unique to City 23!
Before the ember claw even hit the ground, it twisted its trajectory and landed steadily in Yang Zicang’s hand.
“Thank you.”
Ding~
A Born Treasure wrapped in a proxy-leveling contract was flicked upward by Yang Zicang’s finger, tumbling through the air as it collided with the misty figure.
The cartoon figure caught it, nodded slightly, and slipped down through the gap between the two rooms.
A polyline, stretching and shifting in a quadrilateral pattern, flickered into view.
It was at this moment that another polyline shot in—it had actually requested a connection multiple times before.
“Li Mi?” Yang Zicang sensed it briefly, then dismissed it.
He couldn’t even afford to accept the mental perception images from Liang Xi and the others, afraid of missing any Mental Link that Morrie might emit. How could he contact the headquarters at a time like this?
Not even one microsecond could be spared!
Because Yang Zicang had already deeply felt the terrifying nature of the Fate Track in the unseen realm.
It was impartial, merciless. Though it seemed like an inescapable net, it was also incredibly meticulous in its capture of details.
Perhaps in that mere microsecond he had missed, every change would have been rewoven anew.
So he dared not.
He was waiting—only for that one person’s reply.
Suddenly, Yang Zicang heard the sound of wind racing at high speed through the tunnel.
……
Lü Bu, who had been heading toward the waterway opening, had already turned around and was making his way—with a measured, unhurried stride—toward one of the entrances of the circular water platform.
Among the surrounding crowd, some members of Xiongying Group and the Red Model type, accompanied by various monsters and Demonic Nightmares emanating eerie auras, followed behind Lü Bu after he passed, moving toward the extended platform that was incessantly colliding with the Mordo Fang Chambers.
This was the nearest entrance along the route Yang Zicang was approaching.
Zhou Yu glanced at the watch on his wrist and said with a smile, “According to the current progress, he should arrive in 23 minutes. Hah, what a coincidental number.”
Lü Bu raised his finger, and red quadrilateral threads shimmered and flickered at its tip.
Suddenly, they heard the familiar screeching roar of the tunnel train.
Boom!
A dim, shadowy blur stirred up a burst of swirling wind.
A ghost-like train materialized on the platform.
“What, we can shuttle here too?” The Xiongying Group members were somewhat startled.
{Since Little Fang Tian can show his power here, of course I, Xiao Machao, can too! Because I am the great star!}
Zhou Yu beside Lü Bu let out a frustrated laugh: “Ha, Ma Chao, have you already forgotten who your father is? You actually call yourself Xiao Machao.”
{What, you’ve seen my father? Is it also a train?}
“……”
The Xiongying Group fell silent. To think they tried reasoning with a Demonic Nightmare—it was their own mistake.
The train’s door slid open, revealing the figure of Yang Zicang in the doorway, with the White Shadow Nian Dragon materializing behind him.
“Lü Bu, get out of my way!”
“Come out and face your death.”
A faint yet oppressive aura of danger loomed from the horizon.
The charging aura of this satellite strike was entirely different this time.
A red light, more imposing than ever with a heavenly might, shimmered faintly above the clouds, as if a demonic eye was straining to open across the sky.
A faint smile curled at the corner of Lü Bu’s lips.
“Yang Zicang! I have waited six months for this moment.”
Lü Bu glared at the figure aboard the tram, clad in a black uniform with silver trim, raising his hand.
“Do not think you can escape, nor rely on your dispatching ability to alter the light’s trajectory. You, beneath the power of this strike surpassing a ten-thousand-year timeline, go to hell!”
Filled with hatred for “Ma Chao,” “Lu Zhishen,” and the unrecorded “Complete-form Defender” from Xiongying Group, Lü Bu roared aloud.
“Virtual Zero Sequence…”
The radiance in the sky expanded with a roar.
The people in the city, even all those paying attention to this scene, looked up at the sky in shock.
There, above the clouds, had become a slowly spinning scarlet vortex!
Dim golden glimmers slid along the edges of the thunderous vortex.
It was a strike imbued with Virtual Zero Sequence!
“Not good! flee now!”
Yang Zicang gritted his teeth, urging the ghostly train to accelerate away and stay unseen on the platform.
In the headquarters office, without the need for sensory screens, the fearsome scene in the sky could be seen through the windows.
Director Yu, Director Xiao Tian, and others had already turned pale.
Only then did they realize that Xiongying Group had amassed tens of thousands of years’ worth of Virtual Zero Sequence to strike Yang Zicang dead in one blow!
“It’s over…”
“Completely hopeless—our city… will never have good days ahead…”
Across the sky, the proclamation of “Fang Tian” from Lü Bu resonated.
{You have no wings to escape.}
An indescribable sense of terror filled the sky, locking onto the train that had completely changed its appearance.
Chen Yu stood before the glass window, let out a long, slow sigh. He was about to turn around with his hands behind his back and head toward his own uncertain future.
{I am Fang Tian, I am…}
Suddenly, a clearer thread of financial declaration spread across thousands of miles in an instant.
{Fang Tian, this is Li Mi. Please wait!}
Everyone in the office was stunned. “Li Mi?”
Chen Yu looked into the distance in astonishment.
Director Yu and the others looked at Chen Yu. “What, don’t you even know what he’s up to?”
“I… since the last plan was rejected, he hasn’t submitted any new plans.”
Director Yu and the others tensed up instantly.
“What does Li Mi intend to do?”
They rushed to the floor-to-ceiling windows, hands resting on the glass railings, gazing toward the direction of the setting sun’s glow.
At the mountain peak, a faint giant antenna slowly unfolded from the top of a low hill.
Amid the piercing noise, a tingling sensation of electromagnetic radiation seemed to spread through everyone present!
Some people’s hair strands gently lifted and then fell.
{Fang Tian! Please wait, I have a request to make of you!}
The majestic, vast red vortex in the sky suddenly paused mid-churn—its oppressive momentum remained undiminished, yet did not increase.
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