Chapter 672: I Remembered Something Happy

The umbrella in his hand folded shut, tip pointing down, and thudded heavily against the ground.

Ripples appeared in the air, spreading outward like waves; the sturdy room instantly twisted out of shape.

Ceiling, metal floor, and walls groaned under the strain, cracks spiderwebbing across them as if a flat sheet of paper had been crumpled into a ball and then smoothed out again.

Every door, large and small, around them was torn open, revealing black corridors.

The faint golden light leaking from between his fingers vanished; the bloodstains on Mu Yang's face disappeared, and the blood-red scar on his forehead, with a wisp of faint golden light coiled around it, slowly faded away.

The scar became extremely faint, almost invisible.

Upon closer inspection, one would notice a vague flash of pale golden radiance.

He lowered his head to glance at the umbrella in his hand, then Mu Yang slowly walked toward the door he had entered through.

"Recovered?" Ao Yulie asked doubtfully.

In terms of aura, there didn't seem to be any change.

"Doesn't look like it; let's watch a bit more," Zhu Bajie said. "That mosaic blob moved."

When Mu Yang left, the mosaic blob beneath his feet also stirred.

After a while, while Mu Yang was still wandering inside the base, a black heavy truck drove out through the wide-open gate, and that mosaic blob was inside it.

"Is it cargo?"

Zhu Bajie and Ao Yulie exchanged a glance, suppressing the urge in their hearts to go take a look.

Better to keep watching Erlang Shen for now.

Mu Yang walked through the base, found a place resembling a medical bay, and tended to his injuries.

No stitching or other procedures — just applied medicine, then single-handedly wrapped himself in bandages like a mummy.

Movements extraordinarily practiced.

He casually grabbed a clean, intact set of clothes to change into, picked up the umbrella and black straight saber placed nearby, found a vehicle that hadn't been driven off, and started it.

It's not over yet!

The convoy evacuating from the base was speeding down the road, heading for the nearest base.

Some researchers were heartsick; the base's various facilities and data had been left behind in the escape.

Just now they fled for their lives; now that their lives were saved, they started feeling heartsick.

Dan Ling, however, was completely at ease, even a smile playing at the corner of his mouth; the product he called the "Ultimate Spirit" had already absorbed enough flesh and blood and was awakening.

A pity Mu Yang ultimately won; otherwise, the Ultimate Spirit might have been completed directly.

Now, to reach full awakening, it would probably still need a little push.

Chase me, come chase me!

Mu Yang, the slaughter and chaos you bring will ultimately become nourishment for the Ultimate Spirit!

Helicopters have already arrived at the nearby base, and the convoy is also rushing there at full speed.

The Black Watch from other bases, as well as escort forces, are also en route.

They didn't know why Mu Yang had suddenly appeared, nor exactly which place he had attacked.

They only knew that battle was imminent.

Then, let battle commence!

The Black Watch never fears battle.

They are humanity's defensive line, and also humanity's sharp blade; tearing the enemy to shreds is the best defense.

Mu Yang drove the car; his field of vision held no sign of the convoy that had fled the base, but he knew clearly they would head there.

The nearby base — Mu Yang had once stayed there for a year as well.

Although not one of the top ten bases, its scale was quite close, a very safe place.

They want to flee; going there is the best choice.

He stomped the accelerator; the car's engine let out roar after roar, tearing down the road like charging iron cavalry.

Upon touching this umbrella, the moment he saw that landscape painting, a vast amount of fragmented images flowed through Mu Yang's mind.

Then they sank into the depths, leaving behind ever-spreading ripples.

Light and shadow shifted and intertwined before his eyes, like phantoms, yet real.

The scar between his brows, like flame, was blazing fiercely.

It seemed something was about to break out of its cocoon.

"Gathered this many people — wanting a decisive battle?" High in the sky, Zhu Bajie looked down at the base below.

Alarm sirens reverberated inside and outside the base; a scene of mounting tension before the storm.

He felt these people's orders might have gone awry — was such exaggeration really necessary?

After all, Mu Yang is just one person right now.

Not leading some Tianjian alien army pressing the border.

Zhu Bajie's guess was spot on; following Dan Ling's suggestion, the current order issued was "everyone who can come, come — a decisive battle."

Many people believed what was coming was not just Mu Yang, but also the Tianjian alien army.

You have to understand, in most people's perception, Mu Yang had already defected to the Tianjian aliens and become their running dog.

The base's main gate stood wide open; numerous warriors assembled, awaiting the coming great battle.

From other directions, convoys and helicopter formations kept arriving.

The roaring car stopped at the gate; unlike the imagined "vast army pressing the border," there was only a single, lonely vehicle.

It looked rather bleak.

The warriors waiting to catch a turtle in a jar all froze for a moment — what situation was this?

Has Mu Yang fallen out with the Tianjian aliens?

Or are there three dangerous special Celestial-Point aliens sitting inside the vehicle?

The vehicle of the secret base even has its front window covered with a black film, making it impossible to see inside.

Mu Yang didn't keep them waiting long; he opened the door and got out of the car.

What he held in his hand was the large black straight sword originally belonging to Number Two; held in a normal person's hand, it was like a giant spear.

His left hand, unable to move freely, was tied to the umbrella.

It could be lifted, but could not bend.

As Mu Yang got out of the car, those battle-hardened warriors felt an overwhelmingly heavy pressure bearing down on them.

It was as if the man before them, covered in wounds and unable to raise his arm, was a mountain slowly moving forward to press down.

"Those who block me, die!"

Mu Yang raised the black straight sword and spoke coldly.

"Is it really just him alone?"

In a safe house underground a building, Han Liangji and the others watched the scene on the screen.

They had not come specially; a gentleman does not stand beneath a dangerous wall.

That day, after Mu Yang stormed the base and killed Lin Hu, Zhao Chengfu, and others, they all hid themselves away.

Moreover, when danger arose, rushing back to supervise the battle was impossible.

It was only that they happened to be hiding in this base during this period; after all, this place was closer to Dan Ling's secret base used for research and experiments.

Speaking of protective capability, it actually surpassed that of the ten major bases.

The ten major bases were merely the largest in scale, having nothing to do with combat strength.

When Mu Yang came killing, they did not choose to leave—worried they had fallen for a trick and might be ambushed midway.

So they simply mobilized all available forces.

Come on, let's hurt each other! We're not afraid of you!

As a result, they saw only Mu Yang alone.

"Good thing we weren't tricked," someone said, quite pleased with themselves.

It was obvious that Celestial-Point aliens must be lying in ambush somewhere, waiting for them to flee so as to attack.

How could such a crude ploy of making a noise in the east to strike in the west, luring the snake out of its hole, possibly deceive them?

"Dan Ling, what's going on over at the base? You weren't basically already done, were you? Why are you still—" Han Liangji looked toward Dan Ling entering the room.

"Oh, I sent out Number One, Number Two, and Number Three." Dan Ling lightly interrupted Han Liangji's words, "But they were all killed by Mu Yang."

"What?" Everyone exclaimed in shock.

Even the finished product, a step beyond the test models, was still no match for Mu Yang?

"Don't worry, don't worry." Dan Ling waved his hand, "I still have a final trump card, though that thing is still in the child's slumber, and it will probably take about an hour to awaken."

"What thing?"

"The final weapon, the Ultimate Spirit." Dan Ling wore a frenzied expression, "It is the ultimate killing machine; all Celestial-Point aliens, and even Mu Yang, are nothing before it!"

"How come I've never heard you mention it before?" Han Liangji frowned, looking at Dan Ling.

"Because it was only basically completed recently." Dan Ling shrugged lightly with a relaxed expression, "To be honest, if Mu Yang hadn't broken in this time, I wouldn't even be sure whether the Ultimate Spirit could actually work."

Han Liangji stared at Dan Ling, seemingly trying to find some clue from the expression on this guy's face.

In the end, he let it go: "You just need to understand it yourself."

"Understood, understood." Dan Ling's smile was radiant, though the curve of his mouth's split was much larger than that of an ordinary person.

Fortunately, at this moment, everyone in the room had already turned their gaze to the screen.

There, the battle had already begun.

The ones making the first move were not the Black Watch warriors, but that group of armed guards with live ammunition.

When dealing with humans, their firearms were far more useful than the black straight swords in the warriors' hands.

If that person were still within the category of super warriors...

Mu Yang's body turned into a black afterimage; the incoming hail of bullets was dodged and blocked.

At the third second after the gunfire started, he had already rushed into the group of Black Watch warriors not too far from himself.

The gunfire ceased.

Even if those guards did not care about the warriors' lives, it was impossible for them to open fire and violently strike friendly troops in such a situation.

Many hot-tempered guards cursed loudly, telling those warriors to get lost and not drag them down.

However, the battle had already begun—how could anyone pay attention to them?

Mu Yang weaved through the crowd, fighting while advancing, and never allowed the Black Watch warriors to form an encirclement against him.

But the Black Watch warriors were also constantly moving, not letting Mu Yang escape their encirclement.

Soon, the ground was left with large amounts of blood, corpses, and wounded.

After the battlefield shifted, rescue teams rushed forward one after another to carry away the wounded.

But before they could bring the wounded to the treatment room for rescue, they discovered they had already stopped breathing.

"What's going on?"

"They clearly aren't fatal wounds, are they?"

The medical staff were at a loss—could it be that the black iron weapons have a "death on touch" effect on the human body?

"Indeed!"

Dan Ling felt a surge of excitement in his heart.

Before Number One fought Mu Yang, the Ultimate Spirit's absorptive power had not been this strong.

After absorbing Mu Yang's and Number One's flesh and blood strength, the current Ultimate Spirit is now awakening.

"Quickly! Sprout, grow, become a towering tree..."

Dan Ling murmured, as if singing.

"What's wrong with you?" Han Liangji turned his head to look at Dan Ling strangely.

The situation was not favorable for them, yet this guy still had the mood to sing?

"Nothing, I just thought of something happy." Dan Ling said.

Han Liangji was momentarily speechless. Is this the time to be happy?

Truly absurd.

"Right then, I'll go check our final trump card." Dan Ling stood up and said.

No one paid him any attention.

Dan Ling left on his own, winding his way over to the vehicle containing the Ultimate Spirit, and caressed the carriage obsessively with his hand.

"... This guy is so obsessed with a mosaic blur." Ao Yulie in the sky said.

"It's just that our arts cannot 'see through' it; if we really went to look, it definitely wouldn't be a mosaic." Zhu Bajie said in a deep voice.

Right now they were in a state of "having a clear idea in mind, but seeing no mosaic with the eyes."

If they really dismantled the carriage, they would be able to see the true appearance of that mosaic blur.