Chapter 170: Help!

Building Three.

Rooftop.

Lin QiYe crouched in the center of the rooftop, his straight blades already sheathed. In front of him was a pile of silver fragments scattered across the ground.

"Killing a Chuan realm mystery is no easy task… even when it doesn't possess any offensive abilities," Lin QiYe sighed, muttering to himself.

After jumping into the void, the Cube had forcibly distorted the space, but this time, the distortion didn't affect the entire building—only the space between Lin QiYe and the Cube was disrupted.

The result was that Lin QiYe, who had been in mid-air, was suddenly tossed around like a piece of laundry in a washing machine, spinning wildly around the Cube, nearly vomiting from the motion.

Fortunately, in such a short distance, Lin QiYe managed to expand the Darkest Forbidden Ruins again, trapping the Cube within it. Despite the backlash on his mental strength, he forced the darkness to corrode the Cube.

Then, seizing a brief moment of opportunity and enduring the pain, he used his two blades to hack the Cube into pieces.

It turned out that the spiritual power of the Chuan realm mystery was far stronger than Lin QiYe's, and the backlash left him feeling as though his head had been stuffed with paste, making him feel groggy and disoriented.

He slowly sat down, gently massaging his temples. After killing the Cube, he could clearly feel a warm current flowing into his body, much like the time when he killed the Nantuo snake demon. If nothing else, its soul was likely imprisoned in the mental hospital now.

But what would a Cube do as a caretaker?

Could it be a toy for Merlin?

Lin QiYe dismissed these distracting thoughts and was about to clear his mind to meditate and recover his mental strength when suddenly, it seemed as if something clicked. He slowly got up and carefully began picking up the scattered Cube fragments...

These could potentially be important summoning materials—they couldn't just go to waste.

After finishing this, Lin QiYe finally relaxed and entered a meditative state...

...

Building Three, Fourth Floor.

"Recovered? Why?" A Zi stared blankly at the scene before her, only reacting after a long pause. "Did someone kill the second entity controlling the space?!"

They were all here surrounding the Soundhunter, so who went to kill the second entity?

To kill that entity, one had to understand the patterns of spatial distortion... not just anyone could accomplish that!

As soon as she said this, for some unknown reason, a figure appeared in Bai Li Pangpang's mind...

Who else could have done it if not him?

Though they were all filled with questions, the current situation didn't leave room for further contemplation. The sudden return of the distorted space shattered their original plan, displacing almost half of their team.

Fortunately, the key players in the hunt were still present. With a slight adjustment, they could continue executing the plan!

"Keep control of its sword! The restraining team, be ready to hold its movements at any time, and the kill team, follow my orders and approach slowly. On my command, strike! Make sure the kill is certain! If the kill fails, the restraining team will strike immediately!"

A Zi's eyes narrowed as her voice echoed in everyone's minds.

"Follow my lead,

Three...

Two...

One!!

Attack!!!"

In an instant, dozens of brilliant lights shot forward, swarming towards the motionless headless man!

The blades gleamed!

...

Training Camp, Outside a Warehouse.

A group of men dressed in rookie uniforms silently approached the perimeter of a warehouse, gradually encircling it and pushing toward the center, creating a tight blockade.

Shen Qingzhu stood in front of the warehouse's main door, squinting as he watched. His fingers lightly rubbed two rings—one a detonator ring for igniting the air, the other the Soulbreaker Knife left behind by Bai Li Pangpang.

"Hmph, hiding here, huh..." Shen Qingzhu spoke coldly.

"Shen-ge, what do we do next? Rush in and kill it?" Deng Wei stood behind him, both nervous and eager.

Shen Qingzhu shot him a glare. "Rush, rush, rush... All you think about is rushing! Can't you use your brain? What's hiding inside isn't some stray animal, but a ferocious Chuan realm entity! You've already lost your soul to it, and you still haven't learned anything?"

Deng Wei scratched his head awkwardly and mumbled, "Oh, right..."

Shen Qingzhu sighed in frustration, pulled out a walkie-talkie, pressed a button, and spoke, "Zheng Zhong, have the bombs been set?"

At this moment, Zheng Zhong, a special forces soldier who had just jumped down from the warehouse's east wall, took a few steps back to check the directional explosives covering all sides of the warehouse. He nodded.

"The bombs are set. With this amount, it may not be enough to kill a Chuan entity, but it will definitely hurt it."

Shen Qingzhu lowered the walkie-talkie, took a deep breath, and said slowly:

"Next, you all wait outside and ambush. I'll go in alone."

"Go in alone?" Li Jia's eyes widened. "Shen-ge, the entity inside is from the Chuan realm! You're going in alone?"

"Is that so surprising?" Shen Qingzhu snapped. "Though that fat idiot said a spider is hiding in here, I can't rule out the possibility that it's already left. I need to go in and confirm, maybe even probe its real strength. I've always felt like its sudden escape was strange...

Also, the bombs are already set around the warehouse. If things turn bad, I'll signal you all to detonate the bombs. I can drain the air around me, so the explosion flames won't hurt me. I can also block the shrapnel with my air wall."

"You just wait for my signal. Once the bombs go off, execute the plan and surround the injured spider."

Deng Wei and the others exchanged looks, nodding reluctantly. They knew Shen Qingzhu well—once he set his mind on something, there was no changing it.

Shen Qingzhu popped a piece of gum into his mouth, cracked his neck, and stepped forward, his eyes sharp and focused.

He placed his hands on the warehouse's heavy doors and pushed hard.

Creeeak—!!

The massive warehouse door slowly creaked open, leaving a gap. Shen Qingzhu walked in alone, looking as relaxed as if he were on a leisure trip.

The warehouse wasn't particularly large, but it wasn't small either—about three basketball courts in size. Sunlight filtered through the ventilation holes in the ceiling, casting a beam of light onto a dim corner.

Thick webs covered almost every inch of the warehouse. In the tangled threads, a soft white silk bed floated in mid-air. On the bed, a young boy slowly opened his eyes, wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth, and sleepily looked down...

A man and a spider locked eyes.

Moments later, a terrifying scream echoed through the vast warehouse.

"Help! Aaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!!!"