The blade-wielding ghost hadn't stopped Yang Shan from fleeing for this very reason.
Although the lantern-carrying ghost and the Red-Haired Ghost still couldn't fight freely under the sun, firing a single strike was no problem.
He was only a Sequence 7; a well-placed gunshot could take him out, let alone a flaming arrow!
Buzz!
The air hummed, and Yang Shan's body turned translucent on the spot.
Observing this through the shared vision, Yin Yang was somewhat surprised.
He wasn't surprised that Yang Shan had defensive measures; he had even accounted for them when preparing the attack.
The problem was, Yang Shan had run out stark naked just now.
Where on earth was he hiding his defensive artifacts?
Five meters away, Yang Shan's physical body reappeared.
But before he could fully solidify, he was pierced by another flaming arrow.
This time, however, the Red-Haired Ghost's position was exposed.
For a ranged attacker, moving after every shot was always the safest strategy.
This made it difficult for the enemy to pin down your location. After the first shot, the probability of being discovered increased exponentially with every subsequent attack.
Among those guarding the back door was another ascender, a Sequence 8.
He instantly locked onto the Red-Haired Ghost's position and pointed toward the roof of the building ahead.
“He's up there!”
His shout was timely.
Even though they couldn't reach the Red-Haired Ghost from their position, it at least let Yang Shan know which direction to dodge next.
Sure enough, after this resurrection, Yang Shan immediately dove into a blind spot.
He gasped for breath, his face ashen.
Two resurrections were not only the limit of that transcendent item but also the limit of his own spirituality.
Just as he was struggling to steady his breathing, that familiar flicker of fire flew toward him once more.
Yang Shan’s final thought before death was: Damn it, this thing can actually curve!
The moment Yang Shan died, a massive pitch-black hand reached out from the shadows, grabbed the corpse, and dragged it into the darkness.
It was the lantern-carrying ghost, stuffing Yang Shan's body into the book box.
“Aaaagh!!!”
The Flesh Mountain, still in combat, sensed Yang Shan's death and let out an ear-piercing shriek.
As the scream rang out, everyone inside the club froze in place!
In the next moment, dense clusters of eyeballs began to sprout all over their bodies!
This wasn't the ethereal growth Yin Yang had seen before; these were physical eyes growing out of actual flesh and blood.
“Aaah!!!”
These people let out agonizing howls before charging in unison toward the blade-wielding ghost.
In a nearby alley, Yin Yang looked up. He sensed an incredibly malevolent transcendent power.
“Is this the danger I sensed earlier?”
“No, it doesn't feel like it. This crisis seems even bigger!”
Without a second thought, Yin Yang turned and ran.
Back in the club, the blade-wielding ghost fought with increasing ferocity. Its zhanmadao hacked at the Flesh Mountain, forcing it back step by step.
Eventually, it discovered a weak point. It focused its assault on a single spot and successfully sliced off a chunk of meat.
A predatory, domineering grin spread across the blade-wielding ghost's face, its expression seemingly saying: If I can wound you, I can kill you!
Thump, thump, thump.
The sound of heavy, rapid footsteps approached as over a hundred people from the club swarmed in through the surrounding doors.
Calling them humans was no longer accurate.
They should have been called thousand-eyed monsters!
The blade-wielding ghost didn't care what they looked like. It lunged forward with its long legs, its zhanmadao flashing with cold light as it carved through them like a knife through butter.
However, no matter how small the ghost sliced them, those eyeballs could manipulate the remaining flesh to crawl back toward the Flesh Mountain.
“You killed Shan, so now you shall become part of the mountain!”
A roar erupted from within the Flesh Mountain. One by one, the bloody eyeballs merged into its mass, causing its body to grow even larger.
It had started at just over two meters, but in the span of a few breaths, it had reached over three meters in height.
The blade-wielding ghost gripped its blade with both hands and continued its relentless hacking!
Ever since it had regained its Gall, the ghost had felt it should do something for its master.
Yet, in its previous few encounters, it had been taken out instantly.
There was nothing it could do about that; its opponents had possessed the power of a Demigod.
But this big idiot in front of it wasn't a Demigod. Why should it be afraid?
Hack it!
While the blade-wielding ghost fought for its life, Yin Yang had already run three blocks away.
The reason he was moving so fast was that he had found a shared electric scooter halfway through.
It turned out that wheels were indeed faster than legs.
Yin Yang rode the scooter while calling Lu's father.
“Hello?”
“Run!!!”
“Huh?”
“Right now, immediately! Take Ming, Zhao, and your wife and run!”
“Run where?”
“Anywhere but the sea! Just go! Keep moving, don't look for a place to hide—that'll only be more dangerous!”
“Understood!”
Lu's father could tell from Yin Yang's tone that it was an emergency. He didn't hesitate, gathering his entire family to flee.
Though they didn't know what was happening, following the Divine Envoy's words was always the right choice.
...
Rumble...
“What's that sound?”
In the Command Center, Mr. Huang, who had been scrolling through short videos, was suddenly startled by a vibration.
At first, he thought it was an earthquake, but he didn't feel any actual tremors.
However, when he walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, he immediately understood what was happening.
At the former site of the Whale God Club, a mountain of flesh was rising out of thin air!
The loud noise just now was the sound of the Flesh Mountain bursting through the club's building!
“This... this is...”
Before he could finish, he felt an intense itch on his arm. He hurriedly pulled up his sleeve, only to see eyeballs sprouting on his once-smooth skin.
The moment his gaze met the eyes on his own body, his head began to spin.
But he was of the Scholar pathway!
His mental strength was exceptionally high. He rushed back to his desk, grabbed a pen, and stabbed it violently into his thigh.
The sharp pain cleared his mind significantly. His first thought was self-preservation, but when he realized the influence didn't diminish with the pain, he knew he was no match for this power.
With that thought, he sat back down and dialed a number on his phone.
The phone rang for a full ten seconds before someone picked up.
“Hello?”
The voice on the other end sounded elderly.
“Teacher, it's me.”
“Huang Yan?”
“Yes.”
“What happened?”
“I grew up in poverty, and it was only through your kindness, Teacher, that I was able to walk the path of the transcendent!”
“You trusted me enough to let me serve here in Huanggang.”
“But I have failed that trust. Today, I have no way to repay you, save for ensuring I do not disgrace your name as your disciple!”
The other end of the line fell silent for a few seconds before the elderly voice spoke again.
“What's going on?”
“An evil god is invading Huanggang!”
“Can it be stopped?”
“It cannot.”
“There are many ways for a scholar to leave their name in history. Do you know which is the simplest for a mediocre man?”
Huang Yan took a deep breath. The eyeballs on his body were multiplying, but his expression grew increasingly resolute.
“I know!”
“Which one?”
“Sacrificing one's life for righteousness!”
...
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