Only by opening this final gate to the Hall of the Magos Larynx could they learn this most critical piece of information.

A numbing sensation shot up both their spines to their skulls. They simultaneously thought of a possibility!

If resistance failed, the Defender might take its transformed sonic army and flee the Mo Ying Hall!

[Howling Resonance of the Earthly Slumber: 10%]

The quadrilateral model on his chest flickered faintly. Just as Yang Zicang was about to step into the passage, he suddenly heard a motorcycle engine approaching.

He turned to look. Amid the roar of the bike, a figure clad in a black leather jacket rode into view on a motorcycle.

Footfalls followed soon after. Zhao Xuemei, with a long sword on her back, appeared in the hallway behind the motorcycle. She glanced coldly at Zhao Yun, who surveyed her indifferently, then turned to Yang Zicang and said, “I’ll go with you.”

“Brother Zicang, these are ability spheres that everyone brought for you—some can create soundwave barriers, others can perform emergency healing,” said the girl in a tight leather jacket and black helmet, tossing a bag of ability spheres toward Yang Zicang in a clear, gentle voice. “Do you have anything you need me to deliver?”

Well, there was actually one thing. Yang Zicang hesitated as he reached into his pocket, but this item was far too precious.

A folded line rippled outward.

{Yang Zicang, I am Li Mi. From now on, you can entrust everything to us without worry.}

“Oh my god, that’s the satellite’s father-in-law.”

The crowd, unaware of who Li Mi was, murmured among themselves.

“Does he know Yang Zicang too?”

{No one may touch Yang Zicang’s friends, any of his belongings, or even that stone coffin. Otherwise, I will step in to eliminate them.}

“I knew it, I knew it! First we get General Lü Bu sent off, now here comes another father-in-law, Li Mi!”

The city’s inhabitants erupted in uproar.

Yang Zicang recalled the young lady’s attire. The helmeted girl nodded at him, as if endorsing Li Mi’s words.

“There is one thing I’d like you to deliver to Liang Xi.”

With that, Yang Zicang tossed a pitch-black object, and it landed into the girl’s hand.

The girl, taking the small item, stiffened for a moment. “You… okay. That younger brother, right? I’ll deliver it to him.”

“Mm…” Yang Zicang hesitated for a second before continuing, “Also, tell him there’s a girl named Xiao Li who can attend Teacher Chen’s classes with him.”

“Huh? Mm… I’ll pass along the message.” The girl didn’t understand why he wasn’t going to the person in charge about something like class arrangements, but instead wanted her to tell that little brother.

 This will definitely reach Xiao Li’s ears,  Yang Zicang thought silently. Even if it was just a silent threat he left for the clueless people before his departure.

The motorcycle made a sharp turn, and she propped her long, elegantly curved leg on the ground, turning her head to say, “My name is Miss Yeji, from Feidu. If you succeed… well, good luck.”

With that, Miss Yeji pulled her leg back, pushed off the ground, and the Demonic Nightmare motorcycle let out a “whoosh” as it shot up the wall and sped off.

The pressure from the Eyeball Speaker grew stronger and stronger.

The two led a few people who could withstand the sound waves into the passage.

Throughout all parts of the Demon Hero Hall, people watched and waited in silence. Phantasmal monsters that appeared along the way were quickly wiped out by the skeleton and randomly appearing void flames lances, while countless people assessed their own gap in strength compared to this force.

In the end, they realized the gap was extremely vast.

“Did you design all this?”

Inside the passage, facing Cheng Yunze’s query, Yang Zicang shook his head.

“I didn’t make it this difficult.”

“So this Demon Hero Hall really was made by you!”

Upon hearing Yang Zicang admit it himself, the three members of the Four-Phase Team who had followed him in were furious.

“Hmph, you’re the ones who applied for this,” Yang Zicang replied, his tone not lacking in murderous intent.

As this group entered, some people waiting inside the hall walked to the doorway, a few naturally propping up their heads to peer inside, when suddenly a mental notification echoed in their minds.

[I, the Mysterious Triangle, as the one who opened the gates of Sekberd, am entitled to know that the “Nameless Guardian of Sekberd” has taken control of two Type/Unit Detachments.]

At the same time, a solemn voice rang out once more.

[“The Nameless Guardian of Sekberd” will now command their own private army, qualifying to become the Master of Mo Ying Hall.]

“The Defenders are forming a legion!” someone exclaimed in shock.

“Damn, are we up against an army?”

“It’s a legion!”

A sharp sense of crisis instantly rose in everyone’s hearts. If that so-called legion was fully taken over by the Defenders, the Demon Gear Millwheel would undoubtedly become a battlefield ravaged by monsters, and everyone who entered would be doomed!

“Hey, everyone out there, stop attacking each other! If you die, you’ll become the Defender’s sonic puppets!”

“I hope the legion doesn’t make it out of the Mordo Fang Chamber.”

The thought of the Defenders successfully controlling the legion and gaining the qualification to be the “Master of Mo Ying Hall” cast a heavy gloom over the hearts of the people from both cities.

In the past, even many powerful monsters from B- and A-rank dimensional spaces were known to break out and appear in cities; a high-level Hall like this was no exception!

If the so-called Master of Mo Ying Hall actually attained the qualification to be the Master of Mo Ying Hall…

Many people watching the situation instantly felt a chill run down their spines; they had begun to reconsider whether the idea of having a Magic Hall of Heroes descend into their own city was really such a good idea.

……

After clearing the various monsters emerging from the passage, Zhao Xuemei stepped forward to touch the stone sluice gate blocking the path.

Cheng Yunze studied the only person who had followed Yang Zicang. A faint, chill aura emanated from her, and her eyes were clear as sweet springwater beneath ice.

“Miss, what are you doing?” Cheng Yunze asked her.

“Sensing,” Zhao Xuemei said, her cold aura subsiding. “Something ahead is waiting for us.”

Kong! Kong!

The gate was opened by Wang Chun after he found the mechanism. Before it was even fully raised, several jackal-and-tiger-like sound-wave energy entities charged out!

“Wuh-uh~”

“Roar~”

Those watching from afar saw the dense array of attacks and shuddered.

A group of people ran into the passage from behind.

“If it’s just these things, leave them to us!”

Time waits for no one. We can’t waste it here allowing the fiends inside to convert more resonance warriors.

“Then we’ll move on.”

As the newcomers took over the fight, the group slipped away into the deeper, darker passage.

Eerie, murmuring whispers echoed in their ears continuously, and a faint, flickering light ahead swayed like a curtain behind rippling water.

“Someone’s there!”

{You call yourself Yang Zicang, and you are Cheng Yunze.}

As the group drew closer, they saw the silhouette of a woman standing in the doorway.

The blurry-faced woman sent out her bizarre telepathic voice.

{With your current strength, you’re utterly powerless against me. Stay—become a great general in my army and truly protect this city.}

Fulrry Zhao quickly lunged forward with her sword, and though ice and steel weren’t the most effective against such sonic energy entities, at least they weren’t as useless as dealing with Psychic Bodies.

But suddenly, with a boom, the figure burst apart into dozens of projected images, as if they had been stacked together all along, waiting for someone to approach!

They weren’t living beings; of course, they had no Psychic Bodies to target for attacks, but Cheng Yunze’s Moon Angel flickered in at lightning speed, almost snatching one with each grab, swiftly clearing out these waveform-manifested humanoids.

Crackle, crackle, crackle!

Ice spread, shattered with a bang, and amidst the snowflakes dancing, more than a dozen energy humanoids burst apart.

Yet more overlapping images surged in, as if they intended to flood the entire tunnel.

Countless people watching this livestream through financial link felt their hearts tremble. So this furious tide of energy phantoms had been disguised as a single person! Truly insidious.

Bang! Cheng Yunze quickly crushed an Ability Sphere laced with sonic defense.

Yang Zicang clenched his fist, pulled his arm back, and punched out a blow—the air roared!

“Stormfist!”

A gale surged from his fist and blasted into the pile of humanoid images, expanding in an explosion of wind and waves.

[I offset 2,399N!]

[I offset 7,421N!]

[I offset 12038N!]

Bang!

The Explosive Wind Fist carried an orange, whistling storm of light, shattering the dense crowd of figures ahead with a single punch.

[I receive a return of 32 investors’ 32000N.]

[Liu Jianzhong invests 1200N for me.]

[Li Rongxuan invests 4800N for me.]

[Wang Simin invests 329N for me.]

As if a storm were spreading, even the rippling energy layers floating in the channel were stirred into a rush out of the tunnel mouth, violently exploding into the space ahead.

The Financing Model burst into an uproar in an instant, only calming down after a few people shouted for silence.

The intense air pressure in the channel caused the three people’s figures to sway and their clothes to rustle loudly.

“I really envy your secret skills,” Zhang Quantou said, speaking out of turn.

Yang Zicang withdrew from the punch he had just thrown, casting a faint glance at the man.

A voice echoed in everyone’s minds, seeming to come from behind the passage ahead.

{Not bad, I didn’t expect… “Earth,” right? I didn’t expect you from that world of Earth to grow to this strength so quickly.}

A piercing scream as loud as an amplifier came from the space ahead, resonating and trembling!

Another figure rushed forth, instantly expanding into countless roaring waves of sound in human form!

Bang! A violent blast of air erupted again in the channel.

[I, the Great Quadrilateral, hereby return 40000N granted by 15 Temporal Investors. I regret that I failed to distribute any dividends.]

[Wang Qin invested 127N for me.]

[Zhao Quan’an invested 478N for me.]

[I received 29,999N in investments from the Monster Hunter faction board of directors.]

[Yang Qian invested 2100N for me.]

[Li Yuxuan invested 1272N for me.]

[I received a total of 40,000N in investments from twelve other people.]

Another person ran over from the passage behind them. The three looked back; it was someone from the Red Model faction.

“I’ll set up a force field for you. I’ve just upgraded my force field rank to the Hundred-rank.”

“Good,” Yang Zicang nodded. “Better expand it to the Thousand-rank!”

[Geo-Sleep Resonance 20%]

Passing through the passage, in the main hall ahead sat an energy-based figure cross-legged on the ground. Three Eyeball Speakers rotated above him, emitting visible sonic energy to sustain his solid form. Vaguely, he could be seen wearing black armor, a stalwart Warrior.

“The appearance of these energy bodies is becoming real,” the group noted.

This Warrior turned to look at them, his throat vibrating as he spoke in a language they could understand:

“This world has no meaning. Join my army, and bring a truly beautiful future to the people of this world.”

“Beautiful future?”

“Becoming part of the collective!”