"Is Wu Liang creating such a thick fog to free my vision?"

"The ones wrapped are all infected, probably to keep them from lunging at me."

"It seemed like there was a loud noise earlier, all the glass around shattered. Why did such a change happen suddenly? In the city, it should only be Wu Liang and me who are still moving."

"Could it be that Wu Liang encountered the Fierce Ghost's main body?"

"The mist hasn't cleared up; likely, the main body escaped from him, what a pity..."

He Zhan kept moving towards parts of Shangluo's streets with stronger supernatural infection. Each time the Puppet Ghost appeared on the ground to write down intelligence or when there were other movements in the mist, he was deducing what had happened.

Truth be told, everything that happened was pretty much as He Zhan had guessed.

And he had a premonition: if Wu Liang really encountered the Fierce Ghost's main body and it managed to escape…

"Hehe, probably coming for an easy target now, right? Wu Liang, you should have guessed, my life is in your hands now," He Zhan chuckled wryly.

He could vaguely perceive a source of infection spreading that far surpassed anything he'd encountered before and was approaching at an unimaginable speed.

This was a special usage of He Zhan's awakened ability after reaching City-Destroying Level—he could sense the fluctuations of all abnormal powers within a large city's range.

But this Fierce Ghost in the supernatural event was unique. No matter what, He Zhan could only vaguely sense its general direction and couldn't accurately pinpoint it.

If he could, he wouldn't need a bait plan; he could just take Wu Liang to eliminate the bandit, right?

But now the Fierce Ghost seemed to be revealing its hand, coming straight at him aggressively.

Thump thump—thump thump—

Suddenly, He Zhan's heart began racing inexplicably, as though someone faced with danger whose adrenaline has surged, making the whole body instinctively tense up.

What is happening? What's around? Isn't the Fierce Ghost supposed to not have arrived yet…

"Ah! What is this!? Ah!"

Before He Zhan could sense Triton's presence nearby, the Soul Shock Waves surged, like an invisible truck crashing hard into the depths of his soul.

Accompanied by painful howls he couldn't hold back, He Zhan collapsed to the ground, paralyzed.

The key was that these soul shocks didn't just disappear after a single strike; they came crashing like waves, one after another.

In an instant, He Zhan felt like he was placed on the rocky shoreline, enduring tribulations amid the storm, an endless torment to body and soul!

"It... hasn't appeared yet!"

"Hang in... hang in there... I must hold on until this guy shows up..."

In just a few seconds, He Zhan felt his sanity slipping, teetering in endless pain while wanting to sleep eternally.

This was even with his awakened ability having a suppressive characteristic.

Otherwise, for a normal City-Destroying Level Awakened or Symbiont, they'd probably have their spirit shattered at the first soul shock!

And over, hiding near in a trash can, the Puppet Ghost trembled while watching He Zhan intently.

It couldn't notify Wu Liang to switch over with [Ghost Shadow Following] yet, as Triton had not truly appeared.

According to the [Ghost Compendium], to purge the opponent, it was essential to find the sea shell; Puppet Ghost was even more determined that Wu Liang should only come over after the sea shell appeared.

Otherwise, He Zhan's persistence would be meaningless!

"Cough cough... Haven't eaten... huh!"

Suddenly, from lying prone only to endure the soul shock passively, He Zhan shouted angrily, pushing himself up with his hands, gritting his teeth as he attempted to stand.

While the soul shock waves kept battering him, trying to break his spine.

The standoff continued for tens of seconds.

Just when the Puppet Ghost thought this guy wouldn't hold on, an unbelievable scene unfolded—

He Zhan, bleeding from his seven orifices and resembling a gruesomely dead Fierce Ghost, painstakingly lifted his head at a snail's pace, bracing against the ground with effort, and subsequently, with knees bent and sweating profusely as if bearing a mountain, gradually stood up.

Every movement slowed down as if slowed by tens of times, showcasing the immense pressure he was under.

But even so, he chose to bite down and stand up.

"Get out here... damn it!"

He shouted with all his might, as eerie blood-stained eyes opened in the palms of his two hands, colored a ghastly dark red that made one's blood run cold.

Then, something even more shocking happened.

He Zhan chose not just to stand up; he mobilized his awakened ability, erupting from within, confronting those seemingly endless Soul Shock Waves head-on.

He intended to single-handedly fight against the countless soul-constructed secondary spread source impacts!

Boom—boom—boom!

The explosive crash of these invisible powers colliding in mid-air made surrounding buildings crack, while the secondary spread sources ensnared by the mist exploded into bloody pulps.

With each collision, more blood poured from He Zhan's orifices, so much that he couldn't even see the outside scene anymore, only a blood-red abyss covering it.

The clash between Soul Shock and Palm Eye suppression was ghastly beyond words.

The Puppet Ghost could see that He Zhan was outright risking his life to provoke the concealed Triton.

Otherwise, if he kept just lying there absorbing soul shocks, he wouldn't have sustained such serious injuries, and could've even held out for much longer.

But that was pointless, because merely enduring passively, Triton would never show itself no matter what!

"Not enough yet, huh..."

At this moment, He Zhan's voice barely croaked out, muttering something like a mosquito's buzz.

Then, he did something utterly terrifying—he crossed his hands and forcibly tore out his Palm Eye!

It's known that this was He Zhan's awakened ability causing bodily alteration, and tearing out the Palm Eye was no less painful than gouging out his real eyes!

Gulp—

In the eyes of the astonished Puppet Ghost, He Zhan swallowed his Palm Eye into his abdomen.

Immediately, the suppressive ability emerging from him doubled, and was even pushing back the soul shocks!

But the Puppet Ghost noticed that every second, more blood eyes sprouted haphazardly on He Zhan's body. While the suppressive force increased with more blood eyes, his life force waned.

This was like each person having a heart responsible for regulating the body, but having one more or even increasing hearts incessantly burdened the body until it collapsed.

Each blood eye was born from siphoning He Zhan's life force.

This deficit wasn't something rest or recuperation could recover from; even He Zhan's hair visibly lost luster, turning a ghastly white, while his skin began to crack like dry wood.

He was like an ancient tree withering incessantly, concentrating all his strength in the canopy, solely to produce some vital fruit.

"Human... is it for survival?"

At this time, a puzzled voice came from the air.

When He Zhan laboriously lifted his head to see that spectral blue ghostly form approaching, he smiled.

The Puppet Ghost smiled too upon seeing the glowing sea shell on Triton's waist.

The fruit... had finally ripened.

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