Night of Despair

Chapter 337 - 337 Mutant 335 Three

?Chapter 337: Mutant 335 Three Chapter 337: Mutant 335 Three In the annex of Qingchen Temple.

Yu Hong sensed his spiritual power, which had already changed dramatically, also discovered something amiss.

The multimeter in front of him had begun indicating extraordinary values.

The multimeter was now able to measure several parameters simultaneously: Red Value, spiritual power, radiation, temperature, atmospheric pressure, humidity, etc.

Among the supernatural ones, Red Value and spiritual power were the focus, and at this very moment,

Red Value remained unchanged, but the other, spiritual power, fluctuated wildly like a roller coaster—a moment hitting double digits, and then suddenly plunging back to single digits.

‘What’s going on!?’ Yu Hong had never seen this before, but he was unable to move at the moment. His spiritual power was still undergoing Sharpness and transformation. He could not use his magic or even utilize his Inner Strength, which also contained spiritual power, for fear of disrupting the transformation process. Restricted in every way, he couldn’t tell what was happening outside.

He took out his mobile phone, the powerful spiritual power from the Five Spirits Spring distorted all signals around it, showing zero cell phone reception with an ‘x’ blatantly displayed.

‘Dragon Lizard.’ He tried to initiate the shared vision with the Dragon Lizard, but the ability to connect anywhere in Hope City World seemed to be severely interfered with here, utterly unreachable, barely sensing their presence.

‘Something’s not right…’ Yu Hong’s face became solemn. The Black Disaster outbreak here seemed somewhat different from that in Hope City World.

After some thought, he picked up his phone and tried to step out of the room and into the courtyard.

But the phone signal was still absent.

Outside, the ‘Yu Generation’ elder, Yu Zhong, was on guard.

Seeing him emerge, Yu Zhong hurried to his feet.

“Don’t act recklessly!”

“Great-uncle, I am in seclusion, and I suddenly feel unease, as if something has happened outside… Do you know…?” Yu Hong asked in a low voice.

“It’s just that there have been more cases around here recently, other than that, it’s fine. We can handle these issues. You are now the hope of our Qingchen, do not let minor things impact your cultivation. Remember to follow the steps we agreed on before.

We will not wake you, do not stop!” Yu Zhong said solemnly.

Yu Hong could see his resolve.

He pondered for a moment and then nodded.

“I understand. In that case, please inform me promptly if there’s anything.”

“Remember! Go back now,” Yu Zhong said with a touch of relief in his eyes, waving his hand.

“Okay.” Yu Hong returned to the Quiet Room, sat down again, and immersed himself in the transformation of his spiritual power. He found that actively sensing and observing this process could speed up the transformation.

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Inside a villa in the deep mountains.

Zheng Ying’s face was pale, and her body trembled.

This… this wasn’t a resentful mark; it wasn’t a monster formed from spiritual power, but a pure natural evolved special Spirit Disaster.

Such Spirit Disasters can’t be fought or fled from; one can only follow its rules, seeking loopholes for survival.

Because they are not living things, but some kind of special terrifying phenomenon…

Immediately, she looked left and right before bolting outside.

Regardless, escaping this environment came first; then she could find an opportunity to rescue others!

Meanwhile, outside on the lawn, two members of the Mud Doll Sect also seemed to sense something, looking up towards the main building.

“Is that… wait, is that the fluctuation of a Spirit Disaster!!?” Sect Hierarch Ning Ruofei’s expression turned serious.

“Isn’t the Yin Qi Sky Pillar the Black Disaster that broke open the Gate of Despair?” Yuan Ruhai beside him was also startled.

“What should come out of the Gate of Despair should be the Black Disaster… But how could this happen here….” Ning Ruofei also sensed that something was terribly wrong.

“What do we do now?” Yuan Ruhai asked.

“Even if a Spirit Disaster occurs, it can’t be extremely strong at the onset,” Ning Ruofei pondered.

“We have prepared everything; proceed as planned. Take out the three inside and leave.”

Both were the strongest of the Mud Doll Sect; even with unhealed injuries, they believed they could handle a more mundane Spirit Disaster.

Immediately, the two strode forward, entering through the open gate.

Shortly after they entered,

Black Dragon Lizards silently infiltrated the estate, the largest one quietly approached the house’s door, ready to fully enter.

But the Dragon Lizard at the door suddenly stopped.

It paused for a few seconds, seemingly having lost its target.

The scent inside the house was chaotic, as if an uncountable number of people had lived there, making it seem impossible to find the person they had been tracking from their memory.

Dozens of Dragon Lizards hesitated, their simple cognition barely working, and then they left the building, forming layers of encirclement outside.

Agrius, who was in charge of leading, lay in ambush further away, waiting for the opportunity.

Yu Hong’s order was to remain concealed, protecting several Dao Seeds and ‘Yu Generation’ elders of Qingchen Temple.

At this moment, the house’s energy was in disarray, indistinguishable. Thus, they followed the first directive: conceal themselves first, then identify and protect the target.

As soon as the target left the house again, they would be able to discern who it was.

At present, Zheng Ying had already made it to the first-floor living room.

In the dim living room, which was as big as a mini basketball court, two figures in Daoist robes sat motionless beside a big solid wood round table.

She looked closer and realized it was Qing Yun and Qing Ding, who had just vanished.

The two sat with their backs to her, unmoving, backs ramrod straight.

The surrounds were dark and gloomy, with a faint musty smell in the air.

This intensified the unease and anxiety in Zheng Ying’s heart.

“Qing Yun!?” she whispered the name, trying to get their attention.

No one knows exactly what kind of disaster the Spirit Disaster is, as ancient books are also vague about it. All that is known is that this disaster was highly detrimental, causing a significant decrease in population when it erupted in ancient times.

Qing Yun sat motionless at the table’s edge. Conversely, it was Qing Ding on the side who began to tremble.

Slowly turning around, he looked towards Zheng Ying.

A rigid, pale face with eyes closed appeared before Zheng Ying.

“Qing Ding?” Zheng Ying pulled out a Soul-reviving Charm, a special treatment symbol for many abnormal states of unconsciousness. It also had a bit of effect in expelling abnormal spiritual power.

Holding the talisman paper, surrounded by a cold wind, Zheng Ying cautiously moved toward them step by step.

A Fear Shadow emerged behind her, condensing into a pure white Mummy burning with black flames. This was her most powerful Fear Shadow beyond desperation, and it was close to reaching the pinnacle of Spiritual Sharpness.

Its name was—Bai Jiang.

The just-emerged Fear Shadow vanished in an instant, signifying the tricky degree of trouble here.

Just then.

A sharp sound of something slicing through the air came from the hidden side.

Zheng Ying quickly twisted her body, tilted her head back, and dodged.

The slicing noise crashed into the ground, then there was silence.

Boom!

Zheng Ying rolled on the ground in one fluid motion, then stood up.

She looked forward; Fear Shadow Bai Jiang was barking furiously at a black figure standing in the shadows.

That silhouette slowly deformed, its body elongated, and soon became a giant monster with the upper body of a human and the lower body of a spider.

Pfft!

The monster lunged with a fierce charge aimed at Zheng Ying.

“Heaven and earth are clear, spirits merge seamlessly!”

Zheng Ying quickly recited in a low voice, and the size of Bai Jiang behind her ballooned rapidly. Numerous white ribbons detached from it, its aura surged, and it clashed with the half-human, half-spider creature.

Boom!!

The two monstrous beings collided viciously, the wave of compressed spiritual power exploding like a storm, blowing everything on the table—cups, dust, and more—to the ground.

Amidst the sharp crashing sounds, taking advantage of the battle between the Fear Shadow and the monster, Zheng Ying hurried towards the main hall’s doorway.

However, sudden threads appeared at the entrance, firmly blocking her way forward.

Behind the threads, the blurred figure of the half-human, half-spider creature slowly emerged again.

Hiss.

It lowered its head and let out a strange hiss.

Zheng Ying paused for a moment, took a deep breath, and reached into her waist talisman bag to pinch a particularly important talisman paper.

“I won’t die here… absolutely not!”

Her eyes resolute, she suddenly pulled, and the talisman paper slapped onto something ahead.

Moments later.

The living room was a mess, two half-human, half-spider monsters lying on the ground. They wailed as they turned into black mud, utterly motionless.

Zheng Ying’s Fear Shadow behind her was also riddled with holes, barely floating translucently in mid-air.

Tss.

Finally, it could no longer hold itself together and dissipated.

Zheng Ying was covered in blood, fine cuts all over her hands and legs, not knowing how she got them.

Her face was as white as a sheet, and a large cut stretched across her face. Although the wound had been treated, blood continued to ooze out from half of the cut.

Pat, pat, pat, pat…

Just as she thought she could settle down for a moment,

From the spiral staircase leading to the second floor came a soft clapping sound.

“Remarkable! By yourself, you’ve taken down two Spirit Disaster Yin Spirits…”

Mud Doll Sect Hierarch Ning Ruofei, along with Yuan Ruhai, walked down the stairs together.

Both were cloaked in black robes, their faces partially visible, each wearing a pale porcelain mask.

“Who are you…?” Zheng Ying, gasping for breath, backed against the wall, her gaze fixed on the two.

“Don’t worry about who we are. Just remember, this is all something that Qingchen Temple has brought upon itself…” Ning Ruofei said softly.

Yuan Ruhai silently formed a handprint next to him and pushed forward.

A black bandage appeared out of nowhere, soaring from behind towards Zheng Ying.

Boom.

Unexpectedly, the bandage pierced through Zheng Ying’s chest. Suddenly popping like a bubble, she dispersed and vanished.

Zheng Ying had already prepared an evasive spell, and by now, her whereabouts were unknown.

The two people at the staircase remained expressionless; Yuan Ruhai pointed, and the black bandage immediately turned into a mist, shooting rapidly toward the corridor on the right.

“You can’t escape!”

Bang bang bang bang!!

Objects within the room were swept and shredded by the bandage, as sharp as knife blades.

Zheng Ying had already reached a bedroom on the first floor.

Using her ultimate Fear Shadow ability, she had forcibly swapped places, narrowly escaping the pressing threat of those two.

Now hiding in the room, she recalled the natural, powerful spiritual pressure that emanated from those two people.

Especially the one who spoke, his whole body naturally radiated a heavy oppressive sensation, surely the spiritual anomaly that only a Temple Master Level could emit!