Chapter 136: Chapter 83: The Final Whisper, Five Seconds Resurrection (5k)
Ever since he had fed the Soul Devouring Beast last time, Wen Yan had developed some suspicions.
It was only now, upon truly encountering the Soul Devouring Beast and coming into contact with it, that he could sense even more.
He could sense that the Soul Devouring Beast seemed to have a stomachache, as if someone had added something to its body—the very substances Fake Mo Zhicheng had used for brainwashing.
Fake Mo Zhicheng wanted to control the Soul Devouring Beast, for with it at his command, he could do whatever he wanted, anything that crossed his mind.
But there was one detail that Fake Mo Zhicheng had overlooked.
If the Soul Devouring Beast wasn’t invincible anymore and he could harm and control it, then so could others, naturally.
Wen Yan sensed the Soul Devouring Beast’s acute discomfort, and a similar unease settled over him.
He opened his eyes. With one hand, he touched one of the Soul Devouring Beast’s large tentacles. Leaning on it, he murmured softly, "Eating things you shouldn’t have, got a tummy ache, huh..."
He had trusted his initial impression too much, always believing that the "Invincible" label would never change.
Like Fake Mo Zhicheng, he had ignored the most crucial issue.
If it could be harmed by him, it could be harmed by others.
If it could be brainwashed, it could certainly be released from it.
Based on what he had just witnessed and the hints from the Temporary Ability, Wen Yan roughly understood that the part of others that had been brainwashed could be forcefully released by a targeted Temporary Ability. But Fake Mo Zhicheng’s own transformation wasn’t brainwashing; it was a manifestation of his true nature. And this truth, this reality, couldn’t be undone by this Temporary Ability.
Leaning on the Soul Devouring Beast’s tentacle, he whispered softly, "Really? I don’t buy it."
His soft murmurs, devoid of any teasing tone, now carried a heavy concern as they fell upon the Soul Devouring Beast’s tentacles.
Just as Wen Yan worried about the potential poor effect, that voice turned into a blinding halo of light, traveling down the tentacles, and in an instant, reached the bottom of the large pit.
The blinding halo burst into glorious golden light inside the body of the Soul Devouring Beast.
The Beast, which had been floating there, seemingly weak and listless, began to convulse violently.
Within its translucent body, the spreading lines of blood and black traces quickly converged towards its center and, with violent eruptions, were spewed out from its body.
The golden brilliance, like flowing water, rinsed every corner within the Soul Devouring Beast, sweeping out everything that did not belong there.
After three or four bouts of violent convulsions, resembling intense vomiting, the Beast visibly deflated.
The tentacles that had been entwined around Wen Yan softened and fell to the ground.
Wen Yan’s expression was complex as he patted the Soul Devouring Beast’s tentacles. "Take a rest for a while."
He looked up towards the distance where two individuals, clearly beyond the limits of ordinary humans, had fought their way several hundred meters from the surrounding walls.
The factory, protected by the Domain’s rules, was quickly being dismantled by the combat between one man and one corpse.
Qin Kun strode over to Wen Yan’s side.
"Are you okay?"
"I’m fine, Senior Brother Qin. How about you?"
"I’m alright too, just expended a bit too much energy earlier."
"Senior Brother Qin, who do you think has a better chance of winning?"
"To be honest, Fake Mo Zhicheng has a slightly greater chance of winning..."
"Ah?" Wen Yan asked, somewhat surprised.
"That Black Armor Corpse is obviously still advancing and improving rapidly. However, Fake Mo Zhicheng has manifested my peak combat power. He can also fight beyond his limits without any of my usual restraints. He possesses Divine Skills, which perfectly align with the True Intent of the Self-Sacrifice Boxing Technique. This allows him to truly achieve a state of self-abandonment, forgetting life and death, from his physical body to his very will. My will is capable of doing that, but having practiced boxing for so long, my body instinctively holds back a fraction of my power. If I don’t hold back that bit, my body would break down first. I myself haven’t reached his level yet, but he, almost imperceptibly, has perfectly aligned with it.
"Don’t think the strength he can exert will always be like this. He may seem increasingly suppressed by the stronger Great Zombie now. But in reality, the more intense the confrontation and the greater the pressure, the stronger the Self-Sacrifice Boxing Technique becomes. Once body, mind, intent, fist, Yang Energy, and power all achieve unity, then, when he finishes accumulating his power and unleashes the final move of the Self-Sacrifice Boxing Technique, delivering that ultimate self-sacrificial strike, the Great Zombie, who never blocks and always trades blow for blow, won’t be able to withstand it. His greatest advantage is negated by Fake Mo Zhicheng. No matter how strong his recovery, he won’t be able to come back after being blown apart."
Wen Yan looked up, gazing towards the two still engaged in battle.
Uncle, I said I would avenge you. Now, it’s my turn to contribute.
He looked at Fake Mo Zhicheng, and the moment he received the hint, without a second thought, he directly switched his Temporary Ability to the second one.
The Final Whisper.
He took out his cellphone; on it was the audio message Feng Yao had sent him.
This audio, extracted as it was, hadn’t been heard by anyone, and what it contained was known to no one. As he held the audio and switched to ’The Final Whisper’ ability, a new hint appeared.
"You have obtained ’The Final Whisper.’ This is her final obsession.
You are mistaken. You misunderstood.
You are not harming Fake Mo Zhicheng; you are merely fulfilling a poor soul’s final wish."
Wen Yan extended a finger, and the moment he touched the audio, he triggered the Temporary Ability.