Chapter 61: Suppression Trumps Heaven! Methods Like Divine Arts! (Request Follows!)

Left, right, up, down.

Wu Wang stared fixedly at the flying dagger.

At the instant it touched his body, he replaced that portion of flesh and blood with a spot inside his shadow where it couldn’t be harmed, leaving an empty gap for the dagger to pass through and pierce the ground behind him.

To others, it looked as if Wu Wang had ignored the dagger entirely.

In reality, the dagger never touched him at all!

[Shadow Duel Technique]!

The Yin Yuan God, its eyes fixed on the dagger, stared at Wu Wang.

The fear in its heart grew more pronounced.

It couldn’t stop this thing!

Even though that move consumed over half its corrupted soul, the opponent continued forward as if nothing had happened.

Damn! Damn!

What possible method could halt its advance?!

“Leave this place~ Go to densely populated areas~”

“Destroy everything you see~”

“Praise calamity~”

A strange voice echoed within the Yin Yuan God’s spiritual form.

Its rationality was rapidly fading.

The inverted triangle mark on the pig’s forehead had shifted from a faint engraved line to a vivid red, and continued deepening into an even darker hue.

Seeing this, Xie Zhi’s expression changed.

He immediately looked up and warned the senior: “That’s the Cult of Calamity’s technique! It will now destroy everything before it without restraint! Be careful!”

He had witnessed this method before.

This evil organization typically causes chaos within various dungeons.

Its creed is that all players must die in calamity.

Only through calamity can humanity be reborn.

No calamity? Then they’ll create one!

Many dungeons that could have been cleared were ruined by the Cult of Calamity, resulting in total player annihilation.

Public testing is imminent.

The notice clearly stated—failing three times in a dungeon will cause it to manifest in the real world.

Under these circumstances, the Cult of Calamity has become humanity’s public enemy.

Because their actions will trigger the descent of countless dungeons.

The real world will suffer immense calamity.

In recent days, while investigating dungeon contamination, the Special Affairs Bureau has focused heavily on determining whether the Cult of Calamity is behind these incidents, as it’s exactly the kind of thing they’d do.

Who would’ve thought the Cult of Calamity had already extended its hands into the real world!

These markings on the Yin Yuan God don’t look like they were added just these past few days!

When exactly did the Cult of Calamity begin laying its groundwork in the real world?

Huh—

The moment Xie Zhi finished speaking,

the pig-headed demon shot straight into the sky!

In an instant, it flew toward the outer edges of Yin Yuan Mountain.

It intended to flee toward the city!

Xie Zhi’s expression turned startled.

Isn’t it usually supposed to go berserk on whatever’s directly in front of it?

But he immediately snapped back and turned sharply toward the Ancheng Department Head, shouting: “Old Quan! Bring out the gear!”

He knew the man had prepared something here.

This thing absolutely cannot be allowed to reach a densely populated area!

The Ancheng Department Head understood his meaning instantly.

He immediately pulled out a crystal ball from his backpack.

He solemnly raised it and murmured: “Breath of the Great Serpent, Oath of Life and Death, Sign of Creation!”

【Osevax Crystal Ball Replica (Epic): After activating the incantation, it creates an impenetrable sealed barrier. Its radius expands according to the user’s willpower, lasting 24 hours.】

【Upon successful activation, even if the holder dies, the barrier remains until the 24 hours expire. Nothing—be it matter or energy—can cross it during this time.】

【Note: Either you die, or I do! Let’s have a glorious cage fight!】

This was the method the Ancheng Department Head had prepared from the start.

If neither he nor Xie Zhi could handle the Yin Yuan God,

he would use this to seal off Yin Yuan Mountain.

This was the maximum range his willpower could achieve.

Members outside the mountain would then report to the Jingdu Headquarters for support.

The Headquarters was fully aware of Xie Zhi’s abilities.

If even he was in Shengsiweibu ,

this incident would certainly draw serious attention.

After 24 hours, regardless of whether he and Xie Zhi survived or perished inside,

at least the Yin Yuan God would be unable to resist the players dispatched by the Headquarters once they understood the severity.

Now, the situation had changed.

The Yin Yuan God was solely intent on escaping.

Under these conditions, where physical attacks were useless,

he could only use this device to stop it.

Hum—

The moment the incantation ended, a strange blue curtain enveloped the entire Yin Yuan Mountain.

Even the Yin Yuan God, already airborne, could not advance a single step further.

It sensed an invisible presence ahead.

Restricting its movement!

But the irrational Yin Yuan God paid no heed.

It continued flitting through the air, desperately searching for a way to break free.

Seeing this, Xie Zhi exhaled in relief.

He bowed toward Wu Wang’s direction: “Department Head of the Special Affairs Bureau, Mingyang Branch—Xie Zhi. Thank you for your assistance. You need not worry: within 24 hours, the Headquarters will send personnel to handle this entity. We have no intention of threatening you. Once the incident concludes, you are free to leave.”

He feared this senior might assume they intended to trap him inside the barrier.

He explained in advance to prevent misunderstanding.

Unbeknownst to him, Wu Wang heard this and

his expression grew slightly unnatural.

The Special Affairs Bureau is sending experts to deal with the Yin Yuan God?

Then what about my Sword Spirit?

I can’t just kill you and seal you inside [Xiao Chuan] as a Sword Spirit, can I?

Right now, one of you is crippled, the other’s brain is fried.

I could probably bluff my way through.

But what if the dispatched expert decides to test me?

If I’m exposed as a pathetic Lv6, wouldn’t that be the end of me?

No! The Yin Yuan God must die right now!

Thinking this, Wu Wang let out a cold snort.

“Hmph! No need to trouble the Special Affairs Bureau. I’ll handle this trivial matter myself.”

Saying this, he pulled something from his backpack.

Clang—

He tossed it onto the ground.

It was a black cane.

Xie Zhi frowned in confusion.

This cane looked utterly ordinary!

Yet suddenly, the Yin Yuan God in midair staggered.

Its flight path twisted unnaturally.

It nearly plummeted like a crashing plane.

The black cane.

Merely seeing its appearance,

its DNA reacted.

Fear surged again from the depths of his soul.

Even his gaze had grown noticeably clearer.

“It’s been influenced?” Xiezhi and the Ancheng Chief stared in shock.

Isn’t this just an ordinary walking stick?

And even if it has been influenced, so what?

The Yin Yuan God is now at least a hundred meters vertically above.

How’s the boss planning to get up there?

Huh—

Suddenly, a cool breeze swept past.

Xiezhi saw a dark shadow rising straight upward.

The Ancheng Chief nearly dropped the magic orb in his hand.

He’d always thought “walking on clouds” was just a metaphor.

Now he was seeing it manifested in reality.

The young boss simply strolled up to the sky!

“What skill is this?” asked the Ancheng Chief, baffled.

Xiezhi shook his head too: “I still can’t figure it out.”

They had seen skills granting flight before.

They usually came with wings, halos, or other visual effects.

But a skill like this—stepping upward one step at a time—

Visually, it was even more shocking!

“Come to think of it, the boss’s shoe game is terrible—that pink pair is ugly,” the Ancheng Chief remarked, noticing something odd.

Before Xiezhi could respond,

Wu Wang’s voice came from above.

“It’s magenta!”

If you call it pink again, watch out—the guy next door with that card might come beat your ass!

The real issue lies in the [Fashion Skate Shoes]!

They made Wu Wang’s jumps appear indistinct.

It looked like nothing more than a light, upward stroll.

Moments later, Wu Wang reached the Yin Yuan God’s position.

But he didn’t stop—he kept climbing higher.

Until he hit the barrier and couldn’t ascend further.

He halted.

Began free-falling.

[Heavenly Descending Palm Technique]!

Slap—

The instant his palm touched the Yin Yuan God, Wu Wang understood the terrifying nature of this skill.

In just an instant,

his stamina was completely drained.

Not only that—his palm and entire arm were shattered, limp as a slug.

His whole body ached as if he’d been beaten all night.

But then he thought again:

If he himself suffered such severe depletion and backlash,

how much worse must the opponent have felt?

Boom—

At the same moment,

the Yin Yuan God’s pig head plummeted like a meteor toward the ground.

Much of its bone structure had shattered.

The light in its eyes had dimmed to near nothing.

The ghost villagers in the village began dying en masse.

In an instant, the corrupted souls it still controlled were few and far between.

The rest had been consumed to absorb the impact of that single palm.

Because [Heavenly Descending Palm Technique] wasn’t pure physical damage!

It struck directly at the soul-body itself!

The remaining corrupted souls could barely keep the soul-body from dissolving.

It was nearly dead.

“Didn’t get killed by one slap?”

“Slightly surprised—but only slightly.”

Wu Wang stepped out from the dust raised by his landing.

Good thing he didn’t die from the fall—he’d have respawned anyway.

Otherwise, with all his bones broken, suicide-respawn would’ve been tricky.

The words he spoke were exactly the same mockery the Yin Yuan God had once uttered through Wu Xiaoyou’s body.

Now, returned to him—unchanged, in full measure!

“Inferior being… How dare you!”

At the moment of impact, the Cult of Disaster mark on the Yin Yuan God’s pig bone was absorbed by the Abyss God mark on Wu Wang’s inner wrist.

It never turned down a meal.

As a result, it regained its sanity.

At the moment of contact, it finally recognized that familiar aura.

It wasn’t a penguin!

It was that face-changing lunatic!

Too late now.

“Inferior… being… How… dare… you…”

Wu Wang repeated its words in a mocking tone, twisting his voice to make the Yin Yuan God so furious its soul-body nearly dissolved on the spot.

“Understand our positions now! Who am I? I’m Ni Die!”

Wu Wang spat contemptuously at it.

Utterly uncivilized.

He now clearly understood: in the Spirit Disaster Game, strength isn’t about levels.

It’s about suppression and technique.

Is he stronger than the Ancheng Chief and Xiezhi?

Don’t be ridiculous—those two guys outside could easily take ten of him in normal conditions.

Especially that muscle-bound guy who punches through houses.

His [Undying] was just a punching bag to him.

One punch—die. Two, three, four—die again.

But what good is that?

He still couldn’t touch the Yin Yuan God.

Xiezhi might be able to control the Yin Yuan God.

But he’d still fall into traps—lock his mental energy, and he’d be helpless.

The Yin Yuan God was the same.

Let it find a suitable vessel to possess and recover, and it could throw multiple cities into chaos.

Could he do that? Clearly not.

So what?

I have a cheat. I won.

Oh, wait.

This was all my hard work and sweat!

“Now, are you ready to become my sword spirit?”

“It says we can proceed.”

Wu Wang drew [Xiao Chuan] from his waist.

A prompt appeared on it—

[Soul-body with no resistance: Yin Yuan God]

[Absorb as sword spirit?]

[Xiao Chuan is starving]