Chapter 1090: Buried a helper in advance?! Summoning ghosts and playing with spirits?

Zhao Chenglin was completely dumbfounded.

He remembered clearly and distinctly!

Su Yang had been swallowed into the underground by him using his talent, blocking everything within the absolutely rammed soil layer.

Ten minutes was completely enough to suffocate a Fifth-Order gene-modified warrior to death.

Besides that, to be safe, he had also used powerful centrifugal force to shake him violently, all to tear his terrifying 'Demon' body to shreds.

After making so many preparations, he had actually disappeared without a trace?

"This is impossible!"

Zhao Chenglin searched carefully, even jumping into the pit to check.

Not letting go of any clues.

As his fingertips brushed over the mud layer, the doubt in Zhao Chenglin's heart grew thicker.

He could clearly feel that Su Yang had not broken free with violence.

At least he couldn't do it within his own domain!

One must know that this venue was a graveyard Zhao Chenglin had carefully selected for him.

Essentially, it had decent suppression against players with powerful bodies.

It was precisely because of this that Zhao Chenglin dared to challenge him one-on-one.

Who would have thought that everything he had painstakingly arranged failed to kill Su Yang?

Now the problem was—

Where exactly did he go?

"Hm?"

Suddenly, Zhao Chenglin caught a black hair beside his foot.

Zhao Chenglin felt curious, picked it up, and examined it carefully before his eyes.

The hair was about thirty centimeters long, with a white flocculent object wrapped around one end.

Born as a human, he knew the origin of this thing very well.

"Hair follicle?"

Zhao Chenglin leaned in and sniffed, his brows furrowed tightly.

If he remembered correctly...

Su Yang was bald.

The hair on his body had long since been blown clean by landmines.

Although there was one pair of underpants left, he couldn't peek at the scenery inside.

Moreover, even if there was hair left, it wouldn't be this long.

A full thirty centimeters!

One look at this and he knew it was highly likely left behind by a woman.

"He hid a helper underground?!"

Zhao Chenglin's gaze suddenly became heavy.

If this were really the case, how terrifying must Su Yang's temperament and intelligence be?

He had actually predicted his own methods in advance without any warning?

And buried someone in advance, just to escape.

Thinking of this, Zhao Chenglin couldn't help but feel a sense of hair standing on end.

"Does such an opponent... really exist?"

Just as he was terrified, a rush of footsteps suddenly came from behind.

Looking back, he saw a group of people running over, panting heavily.

He didn't recognize the middle-aged man in the lead, but he was quite familiar with a tall, red-skinned person in this group.

"'Blood Ghost' Cheng Beixiao?!"

Zhao Chenglin couldn't help but exclaim in his heart.

He wasn't dead?!

Wang Defa and the others, worried that something might have gone wrong with Su Yang, rushed over immediately after digesting their memories.

What surprised them was that they didn't see Su Yang's figure when they arrived at this place.

There was only a man who looked like a loafer.

The first time Wang Defa made eye contact with him, he recognized his origin and sneered: "'White Wolf' Zhao Chenglin!"

It was him?

The group immediately had unkind gazes and slowly stepped forward.

Zhuang Wu rubbed his newly grown stubble and lifted his chin. "Where's my boss?"

Wen Ran's delicate nose twitched, and her willow brows furrowed.

She smelled Su Yang's scent.

But it was very faint.

From this, she inferred that he had already left this place.

Yue Lan's eyes flickered with a faint light, scanning up, down, left, and right, but she also found nothing.

"Su Yang is not here."

Hearing these words, Zhuang Wu's patience completely vanished, and he suddenly rushed toward Zhao Chenglin.

Compared to glib talk, he preferred straightforward brute force.

Problems that can be solved with hands, he firmly refuses to use his mouth!

Sensing the opponent's aggressive momentum, Zhao Chenglin's fingers slid in mid-air.

As his 'Painting' foundation exerted force, countless mud pellets shot out from under his feet.

The momentum was like breaking bamboo, and the power was strong.

Zhuang Wu's gaze froze, and he immediately dodged.

But the mud pellets didn't follow his wishes, continuing to pursue and sealing off all his activity space.

"Good thing Brother Fa did a background check in advance, otherwise I'd really have fallen here today!" While Zhuang Wu felt lucky, he couldn't help but feel that these mud pellets were extremely difficult to deal with.

"I'll do it!"

Suddenly, Cheng Beixiao let out a roar.

He saw him stomp his feet heavily, and the ground shook suddenly.

A blood-red figure leaped into the air, like an Immovable Wisdom King, descending from the sky!

"Boom!"

The violent tremor made Zhao Chenglin sway incessantly.

The painting he had just depicted instantly became scattered.

"Cheng Beixiao, are you going to block me?" Zhao Chenglin asked in a deep voice.

'Blood Ghost' didn't talk reason with him; facing the earthen wall rising from the ground, he simply smashed it into smithereens with a punch that was simple and direct.

"Haven't you always wanted my life? Now I'm here!"

Cheng Beixiao's eyes shot out cold light, his killing intent revealed without any concealment.

Zhao Chenglin felt pressure and intended to use the same old trick to deal with 'Blood Ghost'.

He saw a vortex suddenly appear on the path he was rushing toward.

Cheng Beixiao's legs suddenly sank into the mud swamp.

He looked down and the corners of his mouth curled up. "Not a bad move."

"But it's a pity, it's useless against me!"

As he spoke, Cheng Beixiao suddenly let out a roar.

Immediately after, a sinister wind swept in all directions.

Under the astonished gaze of the crowd, several evil ghosts with terrifying and hideous faces suddenly emerged from his body.

"'Fengdu'?" Zhao Chenglin recognized the origin at a glance.

"All ghost generals, obey my orders, execute Zhao Chenglin!" Cheng Beixiao said loudly.

The next moment, visible evil ghosts rushed toward him fiercely.

The moment he felt the threat, Zhao Chenglin's expression changed immediately.

He could no longer maintain his original calmness, his state of mind seeming to have a bomb thrown into it.

Raising a thousand layers of waves!

"You dare!" Zhao Chenglin shouted, his fingers sliding frantically.

Countless mud pellets shot out, pointing straight at the drifting evil ghosts.

"Pfft—"

He saw the mud pellets pass through the evil ghosts, turning them into a sieve.

But the bizarre thing was...

The evil ghosts didn't suffer any substantial damage.

Their solid bodies recovered completely in an instant.

"What?!" Zhao Chenglin's eyes widened.

Unwilling to give up, he painted a huge board and pointed his finger.

"Boom!"

A ten-meter-long and wide block of soil rose from thin air on the ground.

Immediately, it rushed out at extreme speed, smashing heavily onto the evil ghosts.

Blocking them all.

"Summoning ghosts and playing with spirits, a petty technique!" Zhao Chenglin exhaled, his eyes cold.

To eradicate this scourge, he began to draw a 'masterpiece'!

He saw his fingertips drifting, and in just a few seconds, he created the prototype of mountains and seas.

At this moment, everyone finally knew the terrifying degree of this talent.

"In other words, as long as the imagination is sufficient, he can obtain everything he wants?" Zhang Tiancheng asked.

"Theoretically, that's the case." Wang Defa nodded slightly.

This was the terrifying aspect of conceptual talents.

Especially for someone like Zhao Chenglin who had extremely strong painting skills.

According to the memory display of Lian Shiqi—

Zhao Chenglin was an art studio teacher before being 'kidnapped'.

His sketching talent and strength were both very strong! ===== CHAPTER 1091 =====