Chapter 572

The specific description of sharing weal and woe is to transmit the disease effect to both the target range and oneself; here, “disease effect” specifically includes both the symptoms themselves and their manifestations.

The relationship between the Phase Shift Demon and carbon-based life forms is roughly equivalent to Sadako and Donnie Yen, or Hakimi and a cat—completely unrelated.

Epilepsy cannot affect the Phase Shift Demon itself, but its symptoms can.

Li Cheng trembled all over, forcibly severing the abnormally discharging regions of his brain using a patchwork doll and insect transformation genes, barely reclaiming control of his body; in his left hand he held the book, its pages turning automatically, applying numerous diseases upon the Phase Shift Demon and himself at five-second intervals (given that this was a live broadcast, he still retained a shred of decency and did not flip to the gynecology section).

In his right hand he gripped a dazzling NFC card of gold, red, and silver, and swiped it across the surface of the Thermal Death Corridor.

The surrounding space shattered like tempered glass—slowly in appearance, yet swift in reality.

From the ruptured space emerged a vast shadow, completely obscuring the hundred-meter-tall Phase Shift Demon: a colossal serpent head forged from dark-silver alloy, its surface sheathed in thick, dense armored scales, sparks crackling from its severed neck, its snout lined with serrated hydraulic steel teeth, its right optical sensor—once an eye—now destroyed, leaving only its left eye flickering with electrical current.

The strongest projection recorded within the Thermal Death Corridor: Alpha Serpent Head.

“WTF...”

In the Hague, Netherlands, Earth’s real world, within the GOC Headquarters’ Strategic Command Hall, numerous personnel of the Global Supernatural Alliance stared in stunned silence at the screen.

The Special Affairs Bureau had not broadcast live footage to the GOC via the Ten Thousand Eyes communication earpiece, but since the communication satellite belonged to the GOC, they could vaguely glimpse the battle between the Phase Shift Demon and Li Cheng in crude black-and-white comic form.

“That giant serpent… is Pifou’s summon?”

“Just the serpent’s head is as massive as Godzilla—could its true form be Jörmungandr from Norse mythology?”

“No wonder Pifou dared to provoke Zhong Lou earlier—if he truly flipped the table, just this supermassive serpent head rolling through London could level the financial district.”

The command hall buzzed with murmurs; their thoughts were indeed correct.

Amid deafening metallic grinding, the serpent’s jaws split and expanded slowly, as a magnificent stream of pure white plasma began to gather.

The Phase Shift Demon thrashed violently, but was pinned in place by wave after wave of disease curses—until finally…

BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM!

A pale beam pierced through cyberspace, engulfing the Phase Shift Demon entirely; its blinding, starlike radiance blazed through the GOC command hall’s LCD screens, forcing everyone to instinctively shut their eyes.

When the light faded, all that remained in the space were Pifou and the gray rain—no trace of the Phase Shift Demon.

Cheers erupted throughout the command hall; those who had refused the multinational conglomerates’ exorbitant bribes at the very start of the Killing Ground and had Yiran joined the GOC were mostly idealistic internationalists.

They naturally harbored intense hatred toward the Phase Shift Demon, a cross-universe invader.

For beings like Phase Demons, cross-universe invaders, they naturally harbored intense hatred.

A cold, clear female voice sounded from the corner; everyone present instinctively turned their heads and rose in shock.

It was a figure entirely encased in bright silver armor, a longsword at her waist, emitting no trace of supernatural power.

The founder of the GOC, who had single-handedly shattered the vicious competition among major guilds during the chaotic age, established the Lousjie Order, and was the first to reach the level cap of Lv40 since the Killing Ground’s arrival: Saint Hong Michael.

The command hall fell utterly silent; Michael had not appeared in the real world for a long time—her last communication with GOC leadership via friend messaging had been half a year ago.

The command hall was so silent that a pin could be heard; Michael had not appeared in the real world for a long time, and the last time he contacted GOC Gaoceng via friend communication was half a year ago.

GOC’s senior officers instinctively uttered this private honorific; they well knew that without Michael’s founding of the GOC, global order would not be what it is today—it would have long since devolved into a world where the strong rule and commoners are as worthless as straw. They held her in heartfelt reverence.

Michael waved to cut off their greetings, lifting her gaze upward—as if piercing through the GOC headquarters’ roof, built with Killing Ground materials capable of withstanding nuclear bombardment, to see clearly the low Earth orbit.

In the next instant, the silver armor vanished from its place; only the cold, clear voice echoed through the hall: “The Phase Shift Demon is not dead. I’m going.”

In the next instant, the silver-white armor vanished from its place, leaving only a cold voice echoing through the hall: “The Phase Demon has not died—I’m going.”