Xin Lei and Mo Chuan simultaneously felt the spiritual power collision erupting not far away. One should be the King of Wuguan/King of Taishan, but who was the other?
Mo Chuan had rarely encountered such an exceptionally sinister spiritual power, yet there was an inexplicable sense of familiarity within it.
Although Mo Chuan had consistently claimed to be a fourth-tier esper to maintain a low profile, in reality, when he activated his ghost king state, he could basically contend with early seventh-tier espers.
In this world, seventh-tier espers were generally equivalent to unit commanders.
Therefore, Mo Chuan's perception quality was basically on par with Xin Lei's, only with a significantly smaller range.
Upon sensing the familiar aura, the ghost fire in Mo Chuan's eyes flickered, and he then said in a cold voice, "Go and complete your objective. I will help you from the shadows."
Xin Lei was startled by this. Although he didn't know the specific reason why the ghost cultivator in front of him was saving him, he had always felt it was related to some of his interests.
However, it seemed to be more than that now.
Xin Lei nodded and said, "Thank you, young friend, for your help. If I survive this, I will repay you handsomely." After speaking, he turned and rushed towards King Taishan.
Mo Chuan, on the other hand, wiped away a bead of cold sweat and muttered with a helpless expression, "Damn it… that scared me. I thought I was found out… Wait a minute? How does he know I'm human?!"
...
When Yang Xiaodong and Zhao Qingfeng arrived with the guard, the local forces and armed police in Shengjing had already engaged with some strange entities.
Zhao Qingfeng was originally writing a report about the train incident nearby. However, when he heard from the Shengjing local police that the location of this incident was the same as the site of Zhang Henshui's phone call, he immediately felt that the situation was not good.
Now, as he took out his phone to notify the follow-up troops to speed up, he found that the phone had lost signal.
Meanwhile, Yang Xiaodong, looking at the towering flames not far away, frowned. He quickly pulled over a soldier carrying a crate of grenades and said, "I am Yang Xiaodong, the temporarily appointed commander of the Northern Theater. Take me to meet the commander here!"
The soldier quickly put down the crate, saluted, and said, "Yes! This way!"
To Yang Xiaodong's surprise, he was led directly to what was almost the frontline.
Yang Xiaodong could even see heavy thermal weapons spitting fire into the area shrouded by the night.
Suddenly, the soldier leading them spoke, "Platoon Leader Xiong, the commander is looking for you."
A burly man with a full beard saw Yang Xiaodong's epaulets and serial number, immediately saluted, and spoke in a Mandarin dialect with a strong Northeastern accent, "Shengjing Conventional Response Force, First Company, First Platoon Leader, Xiong Huimin."
Yang Xiaodong nodded and asked with a frown, "Platoon Leader Xiong, why the rash attack without receiving orders? Have you figured out the situation of the opposing force? Weren't you told to issue a warning first?"
Xiong Huimin said with a helpless expression, "Reporting, Officer. The signal here and most light sources have been obscured by that flag over there. And those black ink soldiers keep attacking us, so we had no choice but to counterattack here first and then find a way to report."
Zhao Qingfeng, standing nearby, immediately picked up a military telescope to observe.
Countless black soldiers clad in ancient lamellar armor, their hair tied high back; some wielded ge spears, some held bows and arrows, some carried axe and shield, and even a few soldiers charged together in a four-horse chariot.
And above this overwhelming army, a black flag fluttered in the wind, suspended in the air.
Zhao Qingfeng activated his esper ability, and a silver light flashed in his eyes, allowing him to see the characters on the flag:
"Crossing the Sea Under Camouflage"
...
A blood-red long halberd pointed directly at the dark shadow, instantly striking the area, causing rubble to fly and dust to billow. However, the scene of flesh and blood splattering that King Taishan had envisioned did not appear.
The dark shadow had transformed into something akin to a shadow, and the blood halberd had not harmed her in the slightest, passing straight through the dark figure.
King Taishan's expression turned somewhat grim. Seeing the nearby dust gradually settling, he took out a relatively intact bundle of bamboo slips, untied the cowhide rope, and slowly unrolled it.
At this moment, the dark shadow also gradually revealed her figure in the rising bright morning light—a woman dressed in a purple robe, holding a black long sword inscribed with red runes, and wearing a black hooded cloak with a purple veil.
It was Mo Fei.
And in King Taishan's perception, this young woman with peculiar abilities but clearly insufficient combat experience was only at the sixth tier, not worth mentioning.
However, the sinister energy emanating from her long sword caught his eye—ever since King Taishan obtained his power from the outer realm demons, he had not felt such dense sinister energy and demonic energy.
King Taishan had learned from ancient texts that the sinister and demonic energies of outer realm demons originated entirely from the negative emotions and wicked thoughts of their hosts. The stronger these emotions, the stronger the sinister and demonic energies.
Given how strong the sinister energy of this young woman was, it seemed he must have had a grievance with her; the killing intent was almost overflowing from her hood.
As expected, the woman raised her black long sword and asked, "Where is Mo Chuan?"
"Mo Chuan?!"
King Taishan was stunned upon hearing the name, but then understood something and laughed heartily, "Don't worry! He's inside my precious scroll right now! Before long, he'll be turned into a flesh and blood puppet! You want to see him? I can help you! Hahaha…"
As King Taishan had predicted, Mo Fei visibly began to lose emotional control, and dense purple demonic energy overflowed from under her hood and from her long sword; the hand holding the sword trembled uncontrollably, and the dust beneath her feet was lifted from the ground by the turbulent spiritual power fluctuations.
Finally, Mo Fei lost all strength and knelt on the ground, but she still held her sword and screamed hysterically at King Taishan:
"You… you deserve to die!!!"
The demonic energy on Mo Fei's body uncontrollably scattered around her. Even though her face was covered by the veil, King Taishan could still see Mo Fei's blood-red eyes and her beautiful face shedding tears of blood.
"Hehehe…" King Taishan activated his spiritual power, flicked the scroll, and recited, "Sariputta, all phenomena are void, un-born, un-ceased, un-defiled, un-diminished. Therefore, in the void, there is no form, no feeling, thought, or consciousness; no eye, ear, nose, tongue, body, or mind; no form, sound, smell, taste, touch, or dharma; no realm of the eye, until no realm of consciousness. No ignorance, and also no extinction of ignorance, until no old age and death, and also no extinction of old age and death. No suffering, origin, cessation, or path; no wisdom and also no attainment; because of no attainment."
Six golden runes floated in the air, particularly conspicuous in the sky that was not yet fully bright, each inscribed with: "Seeing brings joy, the body is sorrowful, smelling brings love, tasting brings thought, hearing brings anger, and looking brings desire."
The six runes turned into streams of light and flew towards Mo Fei. Upon seeing this, Mo Fei immediately turned into a shadow and dodged.