Chapter 237: Shameful Combined Technique (Requesting Monthly Tickets

"Strange… why do I feel like someone's about to ambush me…"

Zheng Zha scratched his head, glancing warily around, his face tense with suspicion.

"Funny, I feel it too."

Fu Zha's expression turned serious; he stole a glance toward the Zhongzhou team—specifically in the direction of Chu Xuan—and whispered to Zheng Zha: "Honestly, could it be that Chu Xuan is pulling some scheme behind our backs? Like the Chu Xuan in our team—he always gives me this same feeling whenever he's about to stir up trouble…"

"Chu Xuan? No way!"

Zheng Zha was slightly startled.

"I don't know what your Chu Xuan is like, but ours is kind—he just doesn't know how to express emotion, yet he's always helped us greatly. I even broke through the third-level gene lock thanks to his guidance and encouragement. I'm certain he'd never betray us."

"Kind? Encouraging? Are you sure you're talking about Chu Xuan?"

Fu Zha rubbed his ear, doubting he'd heard wrong—or that Zheng Zha had misnamed him—because he simply couldn't link those words to Chu Xuan.

Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh—

Suddenly, fierce winds erupted around them; amid the others' startled gazes, dark clouds gathered overhead, giving off the unmistakable aura of a boss about to appear… not rain, not thunder, but a looming threat.

"Don't worry—it's reinforcements."

At that moment, Zhan Lan smiled and used telekinesis to disperse the clouds above. A muffled grunt echoed through the air as a mass of yellow sand fell from the horizon, gradually forming the figure of a bald, muscular man—it was Imhotep, previously subdued by Wu Xian.

His face was slightly pale; his gaze toward Zhan Lan held fear and disbelief.

Just now, he'd felt this woman dispel his spell with mental energy—nothing unusual—but in that moment, he sensed a great will within it.

Though tiny in scale, its essence was immeasurably noble, far surpassing even Anubis, the god he served. He couldn't help but wonder: was Zhan Lan a powerful deity reborn as a human?

"You're Imhotep, right? Welcome."

Zhan Lan stepped forward, smiling gently at the tense Imhotep. "Don't worry—help us win this battle, and Wu Xian's promise to you will be fulfilled. I'll help too."

She pointed to her head: "The world is vast. Finding one person's whereabouts is like searching for a needle in a haystack—but for me, it's not hard. You've felt it already, haven't you?"

"…I understand. Rest assured, even if I must sacrifice everything, I will win this battle for you and that lord."

Imhotep bowed slightly, his tone laced with honorifics to show his submission.

"Good."

Zhan Lan nodded in satisfaction, a flicker of delight in her eyes.

In the movie, Imhotep's power was no joke—he could transform into sand, fly and tunnel underground, and his telekinesis could summon sandstorms or lift hundreds of tons of water from a pond into the air to strike enemies.

He also had summoning spells—mummies, locusts—and further study revealed illusion techniques. He was a true six-sided mage.

Add his immortality, and his overall strength could suppress most below fourth-rank transcenders. Even fourth-rank ones, unless they'd awakened the Light of the Heart, would struggle to truly kill him.

Imhotep was just unlucky—this world's Lunhuizhe were all more monstrous than the last. Otherwise, he'd have been a perfect final boss.

"Perfect! With Imhotep, we've got a better chance of winning this team battle."

Zheng Zha punched the air, visibly energized—then paused, looking around in confusion. "Wait, where's the team leader? Why isn't he back with you?"

"Wu Xian has other matters to attend to. Don't worry."

Chu Xuan walked over, glancing at Zheng Zha and the wary Fu Zha, and said coolly: "How's it going? Mastered the technique?"

"Uh… sort of. I've got the energy mechanics down, but I haven't actually tried it yet—it's hard to say."

Zheng Zha spoke, then seemed to recall something, forcing a weak smile: "Besides… that pose is just too awkward. Do we really have to use it?"

"Fine. You don't have to use that move."

To Zheng Zha's surprise, Chu Xuan nodded in agreement.

Contrary to Zheng Zha's expectations, Chu Xuan nodded in agreement.

Zheng Zha was thrilled—but Chu Xuan's next words doused him in cold water.

"I'll go call Wu Xian back. He can't fight for long, and if he slips into a demon heart state, he won't distinguish friend from foe. But so far, only he can stand against their strongest. Even if our odds are under fifty percent, for the team's safety, we have to take the gamble…"

"I'll go summon Wu Xian right away. Though he can no longer fight for long periods, and a single misstep could let him fall into a mental demon and lose all sense of friend or foe, he's still the only one among us who can stand against their strongest. Even if our chances are less than fifty percent, for the team's safety, we have no choice but to take the risk…"

Zheng Zha clutched his conscience, waving frantically to cut him off, his face set with grim resolve.

Zheng Zha clutched his conscience and quickly waved his hand to interrupt, his face set with grim determination.

So… no one asked for my opinion?

"Then let's run a trial first—just in case something goes wrong."

Chu Xuan adjusted his glasses, raised his right hand, and gestured: "Begin your performance."

Meanwhile, the others watched curiously—even the cold-faced Zero, whose lips twitched slightly.

Meanwhile, the others present also turned curious glances their way—even the cold-faced Zero could not help but twitch the corner of his mouth.

Zheng Zha and Fu Zha both froze, faces flushing. They hesitated, then raised their hands to assume the pose.

But just then, Zhan Lan—who'd been watching like everyone else—suddenly changed expression and snapped: "Wait! They're coming!"

But just then, Zhan Lan, who had also been watching the spectacle, suddenly changed expression and coldly addressed the group: "Wait! They're already here!"

"Is this the place?"

High above, thousands of meters in the sky, a figure hovered, exposed without defense to the raging winds, gazing down at the vast land below.

In its single eye—covering half its face—it clearly observed every corner of the desert, including cities nestled in oases.

Compared to the many planets Polaris had invaded, the species density here was far lower…

But to this cosmic overlord, it meant nothing. Whether they hid or not, once the planet's surface was obliterated, everything would end naturally.

Yet this time, he hadn't come to exterminate a civilization—only to fight.

Thinking of this, he glanced beside him at the young figure standing on a flying carpet, and asked coolly:

"Is the powerful opponent that the group master mentioned down there?"

Feeling the weight of that gaze—almost physical—Zhao Hao took a deep breath and replied, his tone far less humble than the group master's: "Yes, Lord Polaris. That man hides somewhere in this desert. But because of his mental energy user, we can't pinpoint his exact location—only a general area…"

Feeling the gaze that pressed upon him like tangible weight, Zhao Hao took a deep breath and spoke in a tone unlike the group leader's humility: "Yes, Lord Poros, that man is hiding somewhere within this desert. But because of their mental force user, we cannot pinpoint his exact location—only a general direction…"

Polaris spoke, then vanished in a flash—his body plummeting like a cannonball toward the approximate region Zhao Hao had indicated.

Saying this, Poros flashed forward, his body hurtling like a cannonball toward the general area Zhao Hao had indicated.

(End of chapter)