Help is mutual; no matter which side exerts effort, it’s beneficial to the other side, as long as the uniqueness of this world can be gradually unraveled.
Ti is still ample, two years to be exact, but Zheng Yichen doesn’t plan to stay here for two years.
There are quite a few matters in Hazy City, and he still can’t reach Dusk; any information can’t be transmitted, at most Katrina and others can ask the Dusk nun if he’s still alive and well.
The ’virus’ left by the local forces is formidable. So of the invaders perished in ashes before Zheng Yichen even made a move.
Zheng Yichen continues to expand the territory, but this ti, instead of invaders, sothing more dangerous has appeared.
Senluo detected a harsh environntal ’virus’, sothing that can seriously damage the environnt itself; in the world of immortals and heroes, it’s equivalent to a force capable of poisoning the world’s energy.
"So many thods, huh?" Zheng Yichen grimaced, watching the distant flaming clouds, indicative of the environntal virus; wherever the flaming clouds spread, the environnt deteriorated imdiately.
"You keep an eye on things; I’ll go check over there." He quickly arrived at the place where the flaming clouds were spreading.
This is a red mist, like a virus, corrupting the environnt itself. Upon approaching it, Zheng Yichen imdiately felt a strong discomfort.
It was the sensation of tumors growing on his body.
The surging flas collided with the red mist, and the red mist engulfed the flas without any retreat.
Zheng Yichen couldn’t help raising an eyebrow; Oblivion force seeped into his inner strength, and a fan-shaped shockwave was unleashed with the swing of his fist.
With the power of Oblivion, he wiped away a portion of the red mist, but the missing part was quickly filled with new red mist.
So creatures that couldn’t escape in ti were swept into the red mist, imdiately becoming swollen.
After their swollen bodies burst, tiny red insects sprayed everywhere.
Before the insects could escape, a red impact struck down, completely erasing the area, the residual Oblivion force causing deep damage to the earth and environnt.
But where the damage occurred, the red mist couldn’t spread any further, fighting poison with poison.
However, the red mist appeared in more than one place; after he dealt with one area, other places began to spread the red mist too.
Senluo’s voice ca: "I can adjust the space here through the World Tree and consolidate areas filled with red mist."
"Thanks for the trouble." Zheng Yichen responded imdiately.
Before long, he saw a tear in the distant sky, as the spaces covered with red mist moved like a jigsaw puzzle, carried by intact spaces, swiftly shifting to other locations.
After all the areas filled with red mist were consolidated, an alien phenonon caused Zheng Yichen’s figure to grow enormous.
In this state, even his breath could generate fierce storms, and the quality of the space he occupied rapidly declined as he used a vast amount of strength.
Two gigantic hands, with spatial distortion, squeezed the area filled with red mist into a ’small ball’.
This small ball eventually vanished into nothingness within the Oblivion between his hands.
Zheng Yichen’s body returned to normal, observing the slowly dissipating black marks in his palm; he returned to the side of the World Tree.
Before he could assess the losses through the World Tree, Senluo explained first: "One-tenth of the expanded space was lost."
"...All for nothing." Zheng Yichen was a bit displeased; he knew this expansion wouldn’t proceed smoothly, but the local forces’ targeting thod was a bit too ’generous’.
Using parallel spaces like terrorists, Zheng Yichen could annex as many parallel spaces as he wanted, while they processed those parallel spaces.
Whatever Zheng Yichen ’ate’, he had to ’spit out’ the sa amount.
One-tenth of the space was lost, and the volu of parallel spaces carrying the environntal virus combined wasn’t as much as the loss.
Not only did he waste ti, but also the converging parallel spaces no longer had any native inhabitants.
All were empty and useless parallel spaces.
Unable to find those parallel individuals, his plan to create a Unifier was also hindered.
Through the perception of the World Tree, Zheng Yichen could confirm that outside this space, a large number of parallel spaces were approaching, seemingly not overlapping with each other.
Observing those parallel spaces of varying sizes, Zheng Yichen experienced a subtle illusion.
"Those approaching parallel spaces seem like torpedoes!"
Just as he spoke, a slight tremor followed, and the colliding parallel spaces exploded directly.
Tanshia Filo, who was gazing from the World Tree, quickly descended.
"What happened?"
"We’ve been torpedoed, next, we need to move." Zheng Yichen exhaled, pressing both hands on the World Tree, as the view began to distort and widen.
The view distorted because it felt as though he was seeing through a sphere.
Outside this sphere, a large number of ’parallel spaces’ were approaching, with the exploded parallel spaces carrying new environntal viruses, the red mist with strong adhesiveness.
After the explosion, it adhered to the outer layer of the space.
And the parallel spaces attached to this space had long since escaped.
In these conditions, Zheng Yichen attempted to tear open the World Barrier, but the attempt unexpectedly failed.
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