Tang Ye knew that these black dots were all composed of air and the particles floating in it, having been compressed by his own power into their utmost limit before being instantly destroyed by high temperatures, breaking down their original molecular structures into these black specks.
Their mass was not to be underestimated; the reason they initially flew out of Tang Ye’s palm was entirely due to a small storm caused by the opening of his fingers.
The people around him didn’t realize the gravity of the situation, but Tang Ye felt a tinge of alarm in his heart. If his full power were to erupt, could this wild destructive force harm himself?
It’s like a person launching a portable nuclear bomb, with a range of fifteen hundred ters but a blast radius of three thousand ters. That would certainly harm the launcher, wouldn’t it?
Although this possibility was very small, the power he possessed had already instilled fear in Tang Ye as the owner.
Moreover, the most exhausting part was that he had to be constantly careful not to cause destruction inadvertently.
After walking a couple of steps and making sure he had his power mostly under control, what remained was for Tang Ye to familiarize himself with the power of the Level 9 zombie over ti and then refine his control over it. He wasn’t worried about this part; it was just a matter of getting used to it at the start.
"Alright." Tang Ye’s appearance as the king of zombies changed slowly in the eyes of the onlookers, finally transforming back into his human form. This spectacle left the surrounding people transfixed, marveling at the wonder, while even more impressive was the clothing that appeared out of thin air, leaving the onlookers dazzled and hinting at a touch of fantasy chaos.
In reality, this wasn’t too difficult; it was just a matter of assembling particles together to form a rough garnt. If we take the black fog ability he had when he first evolved to Level 6, after evolving to Level 9, he saw even clearer that the black fog was simply anti-life material being used directly. It was no different from controlling his own flesh and blood to morph into garnts. Any silver-armored corpse with the black fog ability could do this; it was essentially a type of disguise organ that could be controlled at will—nothing strange about that.
"Who are those two?"
Tang Ye shook his head. Evolving to Level 9 had brought him annoyance, not only due to the difficulty in controlling the surge in power but also because of the myriad of colors flying chaotically in the sky. These colors blocked many things, especially who was who, making it impossible for him to see clearly what people in the distance looked like. He still preferred what he used to see before Level 9.
Nonetheless, there must be so benefit to having this kind of visual sense, but that was for Tang Ye to find out himself.
As he spoke, Bai Huipeng looked toward the two individuals Tang Ye was pointing to. One of them was Yan Jie, who initially smiled in response when he noticed Tang Ye looking over. However, when he saw that Tang Ye’s expression was off, he too beca puzzled, wondering what Tang Ye’s expression ant.
Ah Fu and the others were montarily confused, but thinking that their boss might have gained so abilities that affected his original perception of things after evolving, they didn’t ask further and directly said, "That one is Yan Jie, and the other lying down is Jiang Chentong. Hey, boss, are you okay? Why has your vision beco so bad?"
"It hasn’t gotten worse," Tang Ye shook his head. His vision had not deteriorated; in fact, he could see an object half-buried in the dirt dozens of kiloters away, which appeared to be a smoker’s mouthpiece that had been used, though he couldn’t make out the brand due to the colors.
"It’s just blocked."
"Blocked?" Ah Fu touched his Bald Head, feeling the lengthwise bumps on both sides, which were quite tactile. Not just him; Xu Haishui and Bai Huipeng also didn’t understand what "blocked" ant.
"Yeah, what’s their situation now?" Tang Ye asked and then walked toward Yan Jie.
Compared to Yan Jie, who was sitting on the ground and whose colors were just a shade lighter than others, it was Jiang Chentong, lying there as if asleep, whose colors on his body were constantly fading. It indicated that the colors inside his body were being slowly drawn out, transitioning from one color to another and mixing with the air.
So areas had their colors completely drained, turning into a very discernible grey-white—a very ominous color. Tang Ye roughly understood what was happening.
"Have you two been injured? It looks quite severe. What happened?"
Because Tang Ye didn’t fully understand what these colors ant, he didn’t jump to conclusions and simply asked, hoping to understand more once he had more experience with what the colors represented.
"Boss, we encountered Ruan Chao’en who has defected. He evolved to Level 7, and then..."
Yan Jie didn’t finish what happened next, but Tang Ye wasn’t foolish; he basically understood. Two Level 6 New Humans encountering a Level 7 New Human was already fortunate to co out alive, to be injury-free? That was utterly impossible. If Yan Jie and Jiang Chentong said they were unhard or didn’t feel pain, Tang Ye would imdiately and without hesitation doubt them!
While talking, Yan Jie attempted to get up but failed to do so, indicating that his legs might have sustained severe damages—the lightest color on his body was around the knees and the upper part of his thighs, followed by his abdon and chest. As for Jiang Chentong, the grey-white area on his body was growing larger, with less than half his body retaining any color, and as ti passed, these colors kept floating off, blending with the air.
"Alright, rest up. Call soone nearby if you need anything."
"Yeah, don’t worry, the two of us are no longer in life-threatening danger."
Yan Jie nodded to Tang Ye. The color of his eyes appeared as a mixture of blue and new colors to Tang Ye, with light yellow pupils that flit with every slight movent, all of which Tang Ye could capture clearly.
Yan Jie indeed seed to be out of danger for his life, but sothing seed off with Jiang Chentong, a fact Yan Jie could not perceive.
After answering Tang Ye, Yan Jie noticed that Jiang Chentong was still lying on the ground, his complexion sowhat pale, a condition that had persisted for a while. However, Yan Jie had grown accustod to it. As recently as ten minutes ago, Jiang Chentong was still speaking with him, so there should be nothing wrong. Despite thinking this, Yan Jie still leaned in to double-check Jiang Chentong’s state, but before he could start his check, his complexion changed dramatically!
"Old Jiang? Are you alright?"
Yan Jie’s brows furrowed. He noticed that the other’s abdon showed no sign of breathing. Realizing sothing was wrong with Jiang Chentong, he called out tentatively, but Jiang Chentong did not respond, as if he had fallen into a deep slumber.
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