Chapter 635

"What are you still stunned for?" Harding's voice came in the wind and rain, "Do it!"

The capture teams reacted immediately.

They successively strengthened their manipulation of the magic array's power, so the intensity of the sealing magic array was raised by another level.

Harding, this elite, plus the entire capture team, with the assistance of the sealing magic array and the lighting group, went all out.

The Shadow-Stealing Person began to be suppressed.

Its shadow film kept shrinking under the impact of the storm, retreating from the wall, retreating from the machine, and being compressed back to that small area in the center of the factory floor bit by bit from the ground.

The continuously falling lightning formed a sealed "wall" around it, making it unable to spread again.

"Sealing magic array, prepare to close in!" Dean shouted.

The members of the capture team quickly adjusted the positions of the runes, the light of the magic array began to shrink inward, further compressing the Shadow-Stealing Person's activity space. Everything was developing in a good direction.

If there were no accidents, it should be suppressed and sealed very soon.

If there were no accidents...

The east side of the factory was the edge of the abandoned industrial zone, and further out was the dirt road leading to the old city area.

Suddenly, dots of light appeared on the dirt road.

The capture team leader on guard here squinted his eyes, trying to see the source of those lights clearly.

His night vision was much stronger than ordinary people, but those lights were wrapped in thick fog, and he could only see blurred outlines.

As they approached, those outlines became a bit clearer.

It was people.

Many people.

They were wearing black robes, the hoods of the robes covering their heads and faces, revealing only their chins and mouths.

Every one of them held a kerosene lamp in their hand, the flame inside the lamp dancing lightly in the night wind, the dim yellow light haloing into blurry halos of light in the thick fog.

They lined up in a row, unhurried, silent, and soundless, walking toward the direction of the abandoned factory.

Gunshots exploded on the road on the east side of the abandoned industrial zone.

The guard group of the capture team held their guns, standing behind the roadblock, eyes glued to the scope, capturing that row of dim yellow lights in the thick fog. "Stop! This is a restricted area ahead, stop advancing immediately!"

The shouting echoed in the night sky.

No one answered.

The line of black-robed people did not stop.

Those figures holding kerosene lamps were still walking toward this side unhurriedly, the faces under the hoods hidden in the shadows, only the chins and mouths revealed, lips tightly pursed, without any expression.

The leader of the guard group was a man in his early thirties; seeing the other side's reaction, he did not shout a second warning.

"Fire!"

Five rifles spat tongues of fire simultaneously.

The bullets passed through the thick fog, tore through the air, and shot accurately toward the few black-robed people at the front of the line.

The members of the guard group were field personnel of the association; although they were not elite-level psychics, shooting training was a basic skill.

At this distance, under these lighting conditions, the hit rate would not be lower than ninety percent.

But the result was unsatisfactory.

The five black-robed people in the center of the line didn't even have the intention to dodge.

When the bullets flew to a position about half a meter in front of them, it was like hitting an invisible wall.

The air was rippled with a subtle ripple, the bullet heads were bounced away, and they fell onto the stone-paved road with a clatter.

The other black-robed people scattered quickly.

Their movements were fast, fast unlike ordinary people.

Some hid behind abandoned vehicles on the side of the road with a side roll, some flashed into the shadows of buildings with a sway of their figures, and some even used their bodies to hard-carry the bullets; those bullet heads hit their black robes, making dull sounds, and then fell powerlessly. The reaction speed far exceeded ordinary people.

Injected with genetic enhancement agents, and not the lowest-grade stuff.

And those five in the middle who couldn't even be reached by bullets... were psychics!

The guard group leader made a corresponding judgment about the enemy based on experience, his pupils shrinking slightly.

He did not hesitate and immediately pressed the button on the communicator: "Encountered enemy attack on the east side! At least five psychics, more than ten armed personnel! Requesting support!"

As soon as the words fell, a black shadow shot out from the center of the black-robed people's line.

It was a mass of dark, thick fog rolling continuously, shaped like some kind of twisted creature without a fixed form.

It surged from the palm of a black-robed person, expanded in the air, and pounced toward the direction of the guard group.

The guard group leader subconsciously pulled the trigger, but the bullets passed through the black fog without producing any effect.

The black fog continued to approach, its "body" already opened, like a huge mouth, wanting to swallow everyone on the entire road. Then, the black fog shattered.

A silver-white light shot from the side, accurately cutting into the core of the black fog.

The moment light and fog touched, the black fog seemed to be torn apart from the inside by some force, emitting a sharp whistle that was not a sound, and then quickly dissipated and disappeared. Two figures with fluorescent light on their bodies walked out from the cover on the side of the road.

Dark blue uniform, silver trim on the collar and cuffs, star-shaped mark embroidered on the left chest.

It was people from other elite groups that Harding had seen before, a man and a woman, both in their early thirties, with cold faces and steady steps. The man walked in front, his right hand still maintaining the posture of waving, a trace of silver-white light remaining on his fingertips.

His expression was very calm, as if he were dealing with a very ordinary job.

The woman followed behind him, her gaze sweeping over those scattered black-robed people, a cold sneer hanging on the corners of her mouth.

"Looking at your getup, you should be some kind of cult." Her voice was not loud, but every word carried an unconcealed contempt, "Actually daring to break into our territory, really not knowing life or death."

The guard group leader saw the two appear, his tense shoulders relaxing slightly.

He raised his hand and made a gesture: retreat.

The members of the guard group quickly put away their guns, covering each other as they retreated, finding a shooting position again in the rear, their gun muzzles still aimed at the direction of the black-robed people.

With the elites of the elite group present, their mission changed from "intercept" to "support."

The five black-robed people in the center did not answer the woman's words.

They didn't even have any extra body language, and they acted directly when they saw the two.

Five people released their eerie simultaneously, and the twisted power immediately occupied the surrounding space.

At the same time, those black-robed people on the periphery also moved.

They poked their bodies out from behind their respective covers and fired.

These cultists held short-barreled submachine guns in their hands, with fast firing rates and fierce firepower, and a rain of bullets poured down.

Their shooting accuracy was not as good as the association's guard group, but they won by having a large number and dense firepower.

The Psychic Association side also fought back without hesitation.

The two elites met the five black-robed psychics.

The man's right hand waved again, silver-white light exploded in the air, cutting the surging black fog into fragments.

The woman released her eerie.

A layer of light blue light film appeared around her body, with fine electric arcs jumping on the surface of the light film.

Those dark tentacles whipped on the light film, and the electric arcs immediately conducted back along the tentacles, blowing the tentacles into segments.

The cooperation between the two was very tacit.

The man was responsible for frontal breakthrough, the silver-white light like a sharp scalpel, accurately cutting open every attack.

The woman was responsible for defense and counterattack, the light blue light film enveloping her and the man, and any approaching attack would be countered by electric arcs. Although the five black-robed psychics had a numerical advantage, their strength and cooperation were obviously not as good as the association's elites.

Their attacks were each fighting their own battles, not forming effective synergy, and were broken one by one and suppressed by the two.

In the rear, the guard group and the black-robed armed personnel were shooting at each other.

The battle inside the abandoned factory was still continuing, but this conflict on the road on the east side had already entered a subtle state of balance. The association side was suppressing the black-robed people, but the black-robed people's numerical advantage made the association unable to end the battle quickly.

At the same time, on the south and north sides of the abandoned factory, intense battle fluctuations also came.

Explosions, gunshots, eerie whistles, indicated the intensity of the battle.

The black-robed people didn't just come from the east. They launched an attack from three directions simultaneously.

Not far from the abandoned factory, on a loading tower that had collapsed halfway, a figure stood there.

Although not far from the battlefield, no one noticed him.

Sometimes, members of the Psychic Association's capture team would even pass by this figure.

Their gazes swept over the direction he was in, but they ignored it directly as if they had seen the air.

His existence was "erased" from the surrounding environment by some force, as if he had directly merged into the entire world.

This person was exactly Jie Ming; relying on the Grand Void Step, even if he walked around the battlefield today, no one would discover his existence. Jie Ming's hands hung naturally at his sides, his gaze watching the battlefield in front of him calmly.

A strange power was overflowing around his body.

That power was extracted from the eerie fragments, an "eerie aura" he had re-encoded.

This aura cut off the "connection" between him and the night eerie... or rather, made the night eerie identify him as "one of their own." Also because of this camouflage effect, Jie Ming didn't need light to stand in the darkness.

The night eerie flowed past him like water flowing past a stone, without producing any reaction.

This was one of his research results during this period.

Not mature, and the principle was also very crude.

It was just covering the surface of the body with power fragments extracted from eerie fragments, forging a signal of "I am an eerie."

Although the level of the night eerie was very high and its power was very strong, it didn't have high intelligence, and its "cognition" was very simple.

In its eyes, Jie Ming was no different from those Danger-class eerie fragments.

Jie Ming's gaze moved away from the battle on the east side road, sweeping across the entire battlefield.

To be honest, the combat power of the Psychic Association was unexpectedly strong.

Just like the two elites on the east side road, the man and woman, the eerie sealed by each were both Hazard-class.

Judging from their fighting style, those two eerie had already fused very deeply with them, almost becoming a part of their body instinct. The silver-white light released by the man should be a type of eerie ability biased toward "slashing"; the woman's light blue light film and electric arcs were more biased toward "defense" and "counterattack."

The two people cooperated, completely suppressing the five black-robed psychics on the opposite side.

Judging from the energy fluctuations and release forms, those five people's eerie were basically all at the peak of Danger-class to Hazard-class level. But their cooperation was obviously unfamiliar, and there even existed mutual interference between their respective eerie.

One black-robed person's black fog collided with another black-robed person's tentacles, the black fog corroded the surface of the tentacles, making the tentacles' attack power greatly reduced.

So even if the black-robed people on that side fully released their eerie, they couldn't beat the two on the opposite side.

"A mob." Jie Ming gave an evaluation in his heart.

Look at the capture team in the rear.

Their combat power was not weak either.

Although most of them were just ordinary field personnel, a few among them were psychics who had sealed Danger-class eerie.

The shooting accuracy, tactical cooperation, and use of eerie abilities they displayed in the shooting battle far exceeded those black-robed armed personnel. More importantly, the gap in equipment between the two sides.

The association's combat equipment was prepared quite completely. The firearms were standard, with high accuracy and low failure rate; the bulletproof vests could block most pistol and rifle bullet fragments.

And the design of the uniform itself was even more exquisite; every association uniform emitted a faint fluorescent light in the darkness.

This design was very smart.

It ensured that association members, even if they fell into the darkness by accident—such as having their lighting equipment shattered, or being dragged out of the coverage range of the lighting group—could ensure they were in a state of light.

Although the light was not strong, as long as there was a little bit of light, the night eerie would not attack.

Unlike those black-robed people.

A few black-robed people had the kerosene lamps in their hands shattered during the shooting battle.

The moment the lamp shattered, the darkness around them immediately became thick.

Fearful expressions appeared on those people's faces, and they subconsciously reached out to touch the wristwatches on their wrists.

That was a type of small backup light source, with fluorescent lamps embedded in the watch dial, capable of providing faint illumination in the darkness.

The dim yellow light barely dispelled the darkness within about one meter around them.

The expressions of those people relaxed slightly, but their actions obviously became more cautious, not daring to poke their bodies out to shoot as boldly as before.

Jie Ming's gaze swept over those shattered kerosene lamps scattered on the edge of the battlefield.

The black-robed people's lighting means were too primitive, too dependent on a single light source.

The kerosene lamp was shattered, and they could only rely on that small wristwatch on their wrist.

The light of the wristwatch was so weak it could only illuminate a distance of less than one meter around, and the brightness was still decaying over time.

A few black-robed people's wristwatches had already been shattered by stray bullets in the battle.

Jie Ming saw their figures stiffen in the darkness for a moment, and then... disappeared.

The night eerie took them away, clean and neat, without any traces.

Overall, the Psychic Association was worthy of being an official organization.

Even to capture a Hazard-class eerie, they dispatched sufficient combat power to ensure that no one would stir up trouble.

The east side had elite groups suppressing the formation, the battle fluctuations on the south and north sides were equally intense, indicating that the other two elite groups were also engaged with the black-robed people there—three-sided pincer attack, leaving no dead ends.

And without a doubt, with such a big stir, the support of the Psychic Association would definitely arrive very soon.

However... the other side seemed to know the association's layout very well.

Since that was the case, then there definitely wouldn't be just this little preparation.

Jie Ming's gaze moved away from the battlefield, turning toward the direction of the sea.

That was the west side of the abandoned industrial zone, with no land route, only a not-too-steep embankment and the gray sea surface.

Thick fog surged on the sea surface, blocking everything in the distance out of sight.

Jie Ming's gaze became a bit deeper.