The current situation was neither good nor bad for Yin Yang.
It wasn't bad because the chaos was sufficient; with his Perception skill, snatching chestnuts from the fire wasn't particularly difficult.
It was bad because that fatal sense of crisis remained, even growing stronger.
The sense of oppression was even more intense than the Giant Spirit God from before!
Something incredible was definitely awakening beneath Wangnian City!
"Zheng Yang, where are we going?"
Liu Hong ran close behind Yin Yang. Regardless of anything else, he was a transcendent, and his physical stamina was decent.
"Their arrival was sudden, so the Rear District might not be sealed off yet. Let's check it out first. If there's no blockade, we'll find a vehicle and leave."
"Right!"
Liu Hong agreed, remaining obedient.
After the two sprinted down from the building, Yin Yang oriented himself.
"Follow me."
As he spoke, he ran toward the west with Liu Hong right behind him.
Boom!
In the sky, the Demigods attacked Mr. Yuan and Mr. Yu once more, divinity flooding the air.
Yin Yang narrowed his eyes. As they rounded a corner, he used a blind spot in their line of sight to toss out the Hidden Vault key.
In the shadows, a black hand snatched it and dragged it into the darkness.
The two ran through the streets for a while before finally spotting an old-model car.
There was no other choice; most of the citizens of Wangnian City had already been evacuated, and they naturally hadn't left their cars behind.
Yin Yang stepped forward, pulled open the door, and hot-wired the engine without a key, leaving Liu Hong dumbfounded.
Yin Yang floored the gas and checked the fuel gauge.
"There isn't much gas left. I'll take you to the Logistics Department. There's an off-road vehicle there; hopefully, no one has taken it yet."
"Okay!"
The streets were still relatively wide, and Yin Yang drove fast, reaching the Logistics Department in less than five minutes.
This wasn't the first time they had been here, so they were familiar with the surroundings.
The moment Liu Hong stepped out of the car, he sprinted to the registration desk to grab the keys. After getting into the vehicle and checking the fuel, he said with a pleasant surprise, "Zheng Yang, it's full! Let's go!"
Yin Yang, however, shook his head with a smile. This smile made Liu Hong's heart skip a beat, reminding him of the scenes back at the camp.
Swoosh.
Something resembling a ginkgo leaf or a shell flew toward Liu Hong, who caught it in his hand.
Liu Hong looked at Yin Yang with confusion.
"You... aren't coming with me?"
"No, I have some things to take care of."
"What is this?"
"A small gift. It can help you through a crisis that isn't too extreme."
Yin Yang smiled and waved at him.
"Liu Hong."
"Yeah?"
"Live on!"
As he spoke, his spirituality erupted, and his figure vanished from the spot.
To date, Yin Yang had only given out two tokens.
The first was to Xiao Zhe, his first friend in this life.
The second was to Wang Nan, because her father had once given him a glimmer of warmth and hope.
Even though that warmth hadn't been directed at him, he had seen it.
Those two tokens could recognize Yin Yang, so they were true tokens.
As for the other ginkgo leaves he had handed out, their function was relatively weaker.
If they wore them constantly, the ginkgo leaf acted as an anchor—an anchor that would prevent them from forgetting Yin Yang.
But if they experienced a life-or-death crisis and the ginkgo leaf was consumed, the anchor would gradually fade.
They would slowly forget Yin Yang, or rather, forget that person with 'Yang' in his name.
The things they had experienced together would eventually be 'rationalized' by their own minds.
Xiao Yang, Lin Yang, Wang Yang, Dong Yang—they were all the same.
...
Yin Yang charged toward the city wall. The soldiers of Great Qi and Great Wei were already clashing there, making it the perfect place for him to collect heroic spirits.
Boom!!!
A massive altar, over fifty meters in diameter, appeared on a nearby rooftop!
Standing on the altar was a figure wearing a Nuo opera mask and a sacrificial robe!
Behind the figure, the lantern-carrying ghost held an umbrella, shielding the figure beneath it.
The one in the robe was the Flayed Ghost.
It had not yet recovered its corresponding internal organs and could not maintain itself in sunlight for long, so it could only move under the umbrella of the lantern-carrying ghost.
The corners of Yin Yang's mouth curled up as he accelerated.
On the altar, the Flayed Ghost mimicked Yin Yang's movements and began to dance.
Hum—
Hum—
The blade-wielding ghost and the headless ghost appeared to its left and right, acting as guards.
Yin Yang soon arrived at the city gate. With the Wind Rider's Badge boosting him, he was no slower than a car at full sprint, and he could take shortcuts where vehicles couldn't go.
Just as he reached the 'gate,' he witnessed a tragic scene.
Corpses were everywhere!
Great Wei had originally possessed two thousand soldiers, but now less than five hundred remained.
And these five hundred men were deathly focused on blocking the breached wall, stubbornly keeping the Great Qi soldiers outside!
They were all of the Axeman pathway. Their auras merged, forming a massive blade and axe above their heads!
This was the battle formation Great Wei had researched for years. The more people there were, the stronger the power of the blade and axe became. With enough numbers, they could even rival a Demigod.
However, it was clear they couldn't hold out much longer.
There were nearly ten thousand Great Qi soldiers outside the city, and their weapons were far more advanced. They didn't even get close, using their weapons to wear the defenders down, clearly intending to grind them to death!
Yin Yang adjusted his spirituality, transforming into a Sacrifice to gather the heroic spirits for a feast. He chanted softly.
"Sacrifice for the country, let the noble spirit endure."
"Wrapped in horsehide, the loyal heart remains."
"On this solemn day, I offer this humble tribute."
"If the souls can hear, come and receive."
"Alas, accept this offering!"
Whoosh—
A wind rose from the ground. Among the corpses, heroic souls rose one after another, heading toward the spiritual sacrifices Yin Yang had prepared to eat and drink.
Once they had their fill, the heroic spirits vanished, entering Yin Yang's divine kingdom.
In this single instance, he collected over three thousand heroic spirits!
After all, it wasn't just Great Wei soldiers who had died; many Great Qi soldiers had fallen as well.
Swoosh!
A cold gleam shot toward the space between Yin Yang's brows.
He leaned back, performing a perfect evasion. Looking up, he saw a black-robed man staring intently at him.
Behind the man stood over a hundred black shadows.
Needless to say, this was someone else who had come to collect souls.
Seeing Yin Yang 'competing' with him, he had launched a sneak attack, hoping to kill Yin Yang and keep everything for himself.
Yin Yang grinned and mimicked the shape of a pistol with his right hand, pointing it at the man.
"Pew."
Swoosh!
A flaming arrow instantly pierced the man's abdomen. The man's face twisted in pain as he tried to retreat while attempting a counterattack.
Yin Yang easily dodged his attacks using his Perception skill.
"Are you usually this brave?"
"Charging in without even figuring out your enemy's strength and abilities? And doing it from so close?"
He hadn't moved from his spot since the beginning, appearing completely unconcerned that the other would escape.
And that was indeed the case, because the moment the flaming arrow struck, the man had already been branded.
Yin Yang continued to collect the heroic spirits, murmuring under his breath.
"You should feel honored. That arrow was originally meant for a Demigod."
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