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The blue ice flowers danced in the air, as if drawn by an unseen force, slowly sticking to Zheng Yifan's body, causing him to feel a slight stiffness.
Then, a beam of black light struck him, instantly doubling his weight. The burden of over a hundred pounds made him hesitate for a moment, as if he were being chased by a giant beast, pulling him backward with immense force.
Beneath his feet, the ground began to soften; the once solid surface had turned into a swamp. Though it was only the size of a manhole cover, it still tugged at his legs with relentless strength.
The other four people formed a chain by holding each other's hands when they were about ten meters away from Zheng Yifan, creating a white barrier in the air that became layers of air obstacles.
To move forward, Zheng Yifan had to break through them, as he was surrounded by layers of air barriers.
Although he could easily break through several layers with just a casual struggle, time was wasted in these repeated attempts. The swamp beneath him continued to spread slowly; despite its sluggish pace, he still found no way to escape.
At that moment, Night Demon charged from behind. His speed had begun to decrease, but the ground was chaotic, filled with strange phenomena.
Zheng Yifan realized he could not run away; fleeing would only lead to death. However, the methods employed by Night Demon were too bizarre, leaving him with an overwhelming sense of helplessness against attack.
In that case, he could only cut off its wings first to reduce the obstacles in his path. With this thought in mind, Zheng Yifan's Storage Space suddenly shifted behind him, transforming a wooden stick into a Silver Spear.
The Silver Spear had been sealed for countless years, waiting for its new master to unleash its wrath. It was a weapon of the battlefield and an instrument of slaughter; it was certainly not something that could endure torment.
Once it appeared, it immediately brought forth bloodshed and chaos. Indeed, at the moment the Silver Spear manifested, Zheng Yifan felt an unprecedented killing intent surge within him—an overwhelming aura that exploded after years of confinement. He swung the spear fiercely; flames erupted like wildfire as the spear glided before him like dancing musical notes, roaring in the wind. It brought forth the Howl of death as flickering flames surged toward the surrounding enemies.
Suddenly, the first flicker of flame touched the nearby air barrier and instantly unleashed an astonishing heat.
It was a power meant for mutual destruction—intended to burn everything away. The flames brought life while also heralding death with their fierce blaze.
Layer after layer of air barriers were breached; however, the scorching sensation did not penetrate that final obstacle.
Night Demon now moved as if it were merely walking normally. Yet on the ground below, countless shadows writhed and clawed at the air. The shadows beneath the bridge vanished entirely and gathered around Night Demon instead. These powerful shadows lunged at Zheng Yifan like demons unleashed from hell.
Danger!
Deadly danger!
Zheng Yifan felt as if the entire world was about to join in the hunt against him. There was no other choice at this moment; he had to quickly break through the annoying obstacles surrounding him. The shadow's attack speed was not fast; it was clearly visible to the naked eye. However, the obstacles around him entangled him, preventing him from moving more than ten meters away.
The shadow's hands were almost upon him. Zheng Yifan's spear shook violently as he thrust it forward, wildly shaking in front of him. The air barriers outside were thin but could withstand powerful attacks, yet they were gradually retreating under the high-frequency assault.
He had only two seconds to break through the obstacles in front of him. The shadow behind was already extending into the air barrier, and that barrier began to shatter slowly with each passing moment.
The spearhead trembled and unleashed countless attacks in an instant. Each strike was incredibly fine, something that would rarely be useful in regular combat. As Zheng Yifan sensed this extreme speed, he felt a sense of absurdity—what could such light attacks accomplish? Were they meant to kill a chicken?
Now he finally understood that sometimes speed was crucial. In this moment, layers upon layers of air barriers were instantly breached. Those barriers attempted to recover slowly, but the speed was too fast; before they could fully restore, Zheng Yifan had already burst out of their encirclement.
With a loud bang, Zheng Yifan propelled himself forward. A glance at the ground filled him with dread; a five-meter square pit had appeared on the ground, about a meter deep. The immense destructive power was evident in an instant. If he had been trapped just now, he would have surely met his demise.
He continued to dash forward for two more steps, his left arm drawing a circle in the air as he kept fleeing. The Adamantium Shield spun rapidly above him, and arcs of electricity transformed into wind blades that shot toward the Superpowered Individual using the Snowflake Attack.
His attack was particularly strange; although it wasn't as powerful as the combined force of four others, its effect lasted longer. Even now, Zheng Yifan still felt a slight numbness in his body from those snowflakes' power. As for gravity, it did not significantly affect his movements.
They were all First-Level Espers; without strong abilities as a foundation, they couldn't exert their full strength.
Among them, the Gravity Controller's power was especially noteworthy. If he could reach a certain height, he would undoubtedly be formidable.
But he had no future now. The flying Adamantium Shield bit into his neck like the Grim Reaper, and its intense cutting force caused his head to fly off in an instant, blood spraying into the air.
A Superpowered Individual who likely possessed advanced superpowers fell in an instant. They were called "talents" because they had potential to become strong but were tragically unfinished; now, he had met his tragic end. Just as he activated his superpower and a bright future seemed imminent, he fell in this ordinary place—likely with no one to help handle his body, slowly decaying into next year's spring mud.
The confrontation lasted only a fleeting moment, giving Zheng Yifan little time. He had to escape, while the Adamantium Shield pursued the Superpowered Individual using the Snowflake Attack, continuing its assault.
The Superpowered Individual manipulating gravity was merely an afterthought; since he was within the arc of attack, it was only fitting to eliminate this nuisance.
The Superpowered Individual wielding snowflakes was nearly driven mad. He had never imagined that the enemy would ignore the one using air barriers and instead chase after him, the weakest of them all.
He was merely a Lucky One who had used the Garbage Essence Fruit. He cherished his life above all else; having tasted death, he absolutely did not want it to come again.
"I surrender! Spare me!" he shouted desperately, hoping to survive.
But a life destined to fall would inevitably wither. A black beam of light sliced through his neck and pierced his throat. It was the shadow left on them all by the Night Demon, a death warrant inscribed upon their bodies.
For Zheng Yifan, this beam of light barely counted as an attack. His strength was overwhelming now, and even other First-Level Espers would only sustain injuries; Second-Stage Espers were unafraid.
But he was different. He had used the lowest-grade Essence Fruit, and his transformation when activating his Superpower was incomplete—his strength reflected that incompleteness.
Thus, he died—a tragic death—mercilessly taken down by the Vice Captain he had always revered.
The Adamantium Shield traced an arc in midair before returning; it did not pursue the pitiful Superpowered Individual any longer—he was already dead, fallen to betrayal.
Zheng Yifan could not concern himself with such matters. Their infighting had nothing to do with him; he needed to escape—he had to escape.
That enormous shadow was terrifying, its immense power sending chills down his spine. The force it contained was colossal.
His strength went beyond mere appearances; this was just the surface. The power Zheng Yifan absorbed differed from that of other Superpowered Individuals; he also possessed their experiences and a strong sixth sense. That shadow could only be considered child's play; the true means of attack had yet to be revealed.
Once the Adamantium Shield returned to his arm, it flew out again—not with the intent to harm those pursuing him but rather to obstruct their advance as much as possible. The Adamantium Shield was not omnipotent; its lethality equated only to that of an ordinary level Superpowered Individual, and it lacked independent thought, passively accepting Zheng Yifan's control.
There was no extraordinary power like that of a Superpowered Individual.
This time, the Adamantium Shield did not achieve its purpose; it merely traced an arc in the air before being smashed to the ground by a punch from the Black Shadow, twitching a few times before automatically flying back.
The shadow could not control the Adamantium Shield; that magical metal always returned to where it belonged, regardless of any obstacles.
Several other Superpowered Individuals were chasing from behind, but on the bridge, their angles were restricted. Zheng Yifan repeatedly hurled the Adamantium Shield, obstructing their advance. The bridge was over five meters wide, but in battle, it felt too narrow. Zheng Yifan fled ahead while the pursuers were continuously hindered.
Only the Night Demon behind him moved with remarkable lightness, eventually surpassing the shadow and closing in on Zheng Yifan. No matter how Zheng Yifan attacked, he always managed to evade effortlessly.
The shadow slowly melted into his body and then concealed itself on the ground.
It was like a pitch-black abyss, ready to devour anyone at any moment. The other Superpowered Individuals gradually fell behind as Zheng Yifan led the way and the Night Demon pursued him, neither gaining the upper hand.
However, Zheng Yifan did not dare to let his guard down because the Fellow behind him had not revealed all of his strength. It was uncertain whether his power was even known to the other Ice King Squad Superpowered Individuals; he might just be hiding his true abilities.
Regardless of his intentions, Zheng Yifan only wanted to escape. If he could buy himself ten seconds, he would be able to get away.
Otherwise... it would be a dead end. To be continued.
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