Everyone stared in shock at this uninvited guest who had suddenly appeared.
Just a few minutes ago, they had still been cursing “Bai Feifei” in their hearts, thinking she was insane for screaming and shouting at empty space.
Now look at this. Someone had actually fucking emerged from the ground.
Was this person really the one responsible for turning the North District into this state?
Could a situation like the one in the North District really be man-made?
The man stood there, his exposed arms and neck completely covered in tattoos.
Looking at those tattoos, Xu Mo knew he had made the right call. This guy was clearly the same type of person as Wang Gaofeng from before.
Except the one before him was likely a big shot, whereas the previous one had just been cannon fodder.
The moment Tian Guannan saw this man, his legs turned to jelly.
Shaking like a leaf, he stared at the man, not daring to utter a single word. He had never expected this person to reveal himself so openly.
Meanwhile, He Jinfan felt like he was about to wet his pants.
The sensation of being scrutinized by an invisible force felt like a blunt knife scraping against him. He wasn't unfamiliar with powerful experts, but he had never encountered a force that made even breathing difficult.
No, this wasn't a normal power!
He knew his performance just now had drawn the wariness of this opponent—or rather, some entity.
At a time like this, with everyone watching, even if he did wet himself, he couldn't let it show!
A man lived for his pride. If he chickened out now, how could he ever face himself again?
Thus, even though his bones felt like they were about to collapse and his heart rate was revving like a motor, He Jinfan still held his head high and said disdainfully, “Cowardly rat, hiding your head and showing your tail.”
After that, adopting the natural, aloof demeanor of a master, he stepped back behind “Bai Feifei.”
Now that this guy was out, it was better to let this genuine member of the society handle the rest.
I hope she'll be fine...
“Hehe, nice job,” Xu Mo praised, looking back at him.
This guy was quite the character; pay-to-win characters certainly had their charm.
Although Xu Mo could still speak with a smile, Bai Feifei's Sanity was actually starting to drop.
Xu Mo could clearly see the number on the panel decreasing. Being stared at by the opponent gave him the illusion that he could go mad at any moment.
But Xu Mo himself didn't feel much of anything.
The Sanity being drained belonged to Bai Feifei, which had nothing to do with him. He simply stood with his hands behind his back, locking eyes with the man opposite him.
After a few seconds of silence, the man narrowed his eyes.
He was clearly very surprised by this young girl's reaction.
“Heh... Should I say, as expected of someone from that organization?”
“You seem very calm.”
The man spoke.
Then, without waiting for Xu Mo to respond, he casually raised his hand.
“But what about the others?”
Instantly, everyone felt their heart rates begin to accelerate.
It was a physical, uncontrollable acceleration.
Their hearts pounded furiously, while their blood raced, crashing wildly through their veins.
Over on the academy's side, many students suddenly clutched their chests, their faces turning pale one second and flushed red the next.
It was as if their bodies no longer belonged to them at all, having been taken over by some special entity.
The way their blood flowed, how their hearts beat, and even how their hormones secreted seemed to be manipulated by a pair of invisible, massive hands.
Several weaker students had already begun to dry heave.
Ye Yu found this sensation somewhat familiar and instinctively looked over at Wan Qianhong.
Although Wan Qianhong shouldn't possess such a wide-reaching area of effect, this sensation of controlling blood flow was far too similar to her Word Soul.
“Is that you?” Ye Yu asked, staring at Wan Qianhong.
Qingping's face was also pale. “It's not me. I didn't do anything.”
Everyone's gaze fell back onto the man who had suddenly appeared.
If there was a source to this anomaly, it could only be him!
The man stood with his hands behind his back, his chin tilted up slightly as if very pleased with the scene. His voice rang out in a measured, unhurried tone.
“Pleasure to meet you.”
He paused, his pupil-less eyes slowly sweeping over everyone present. Anyone caught in his gaze couldn't help but shudder.
“You may call me Zhulong.”
“Initially, I thought that with so many people, some filtering would be necessary.”
“Not all of you were meant to have the chance to meet me.”
“However, since some insisted on calling me out, that is fine too.”
As he spoke, he glanced at He Jinfan, who glared back at him without yielding an inch.
He continued speaking, his voice carrying a strange rhythm, sounding less like speech and more like the chanting of some ancient scripture.
“Do you feel it?”
Everyone knew exactly what he was referring to. The sensation of racing heartbeats and rushing blood persisted, growing stronger by the second.
“You should understand.” Zhulong's voice was steady, carrying a trace of bewitching power.
“Life is not something to be taken for granted.”
“Where did the first life in this world come from? The useless particles and karma of the world did not randomly assemble into individuals; rather, they placed their hopes in Him.”
“All bone and blood, thoughts, and flesh are the gifts of that existence.”
Some in the crowd began to look dazed, unsure of what he was talking about.
Yet, despite themselves, an urge to bow down and worship began to flash through many of their minds.
“Now, it is time for you to know the greatness of that existence.”
Ye Yu felt her consciousness slipping. She bit down hard on the tip of her tongue, and only when the metallic taste of blood spread through her mouth did she barely manage to stay conscious.
However, she was already among the best. Most of the others were completely dazed, their knees growing weak, and some were even beginning to fall to their knees!
Hiding behind Xu Mo, He Jinfan's teeth chattered as he cursed frantically in his mind.
“Damn it, this is way too bizarre! How can we run into a heretic worshipping an Evil God of the Old Days in a remote place like this?!”
“And he's not just talking, either! How is this actually so hard to resist?!”
He couldn't help but look at “Bai Feifei” out of the corner of his eye.
Not only was she standing perfectly straight, but she was even leaning on one leg, casually bouncing her other foot!
“Holy crap! The members of the Masked Hermit Society really are built different. To act so arrogant at a time like this... as expected of people who claim they contain Evil Gods.”
In reality, Bai Feifei's Sanity had already dropped by more than half.
But Xu Mo was in no hurry.
Because he was listening.
Zhulong's sermon-like tone and his absolute adoration for a certain entity made it very obvious that he was describing an Evil God of the Old Days.
As the Old Ones' Awakening progressed and the world neared its destruction, more and more people like this would appear, believing that by converting to a certain entity, they could survive as its believers.
What hadn't an Old-Timer seen before?
“Your blood flows freely because of His existence!”
“Your hearts beat because of His permission!”
Zhulong's voice grew increasingly passionate, but just as it was about to reach its climax, it was suddenly cut off by a voice.
“Are you talking about the Mother of All Souls?”
The voice that suddenly spoke up was, of course, Xu Mo's.
As the words left his mouth, Zhulong's voice came to a screeching halt.
A flash of shock instantly crossed his pupil-less eyes. He whipped his head around, his gaze locking dead onto “Bai Feifei.”
Xu Mo kept his hands in his pockets, a slight smirk playing on his lips.
“What? So you guys worship that fellow?”
“Why didn't you just say so directly instead of doing all this buildup? Besides, that entity isn't even that strong among the Evil Gods. Couldn't you have chosen a better one to worship?”
“Oh, right, I forgot. Do you even know His name?”
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