Dark Light Chaser.

Chapter 633 Elimination
The black bead's energy is about to run out.

Yang Xingguo had no other choice but to use his trump card.

Before the two masked figures could attack, he focused his mind on the black bead and used its power to activate the Flame Demon Puppet sealed within the necklace.

In an instant, the surrounding temperature soared to over 100 degrees Celsius. The flowers, plants, and trees began to show signs of yellowing and curling under the high temperature, and some dry, withered branches and fallen leaves were already emitting wisps of smoke.

Flames occasionally flashed around Yang Xingguo himself.

Given this setup, unless the two masked individuals are idiots, they would definitely be able to tell that the other side is preparing to unleash a powerful attack.

Without hesitation, the raging mask adjusted his body and charged forward with his giant hammer-like fist.

Smiling Mask's hands transformed into vines, passing through his teammates' sides and heading straight for Yang Xingguo's face.

Unfortunately, none of them were of any use.

The vines formed from his hands turned to ashes ten meters away from Yang Xingguo and continued to spread towards the real body of the Smiling Mask.

Smiling Mask decisively cut off his own hands.

Unfortunately, he was wrong, and very wrong.

The invisible burning did not spread through any medium, but rather indiscriminately destroyed everything within the area centered on Yang Xingguo.

The pressure difference caused by the high temperature caused strong winds to blow through the forest.

The intermittent oxygen supply caused the trees farther from Yang Xingguo to ignite and then go out.

By the time the two masked figures realized this, it was too late.

The raging masked man at the forefront maintained his sprinting motion, first his fists, then his head, torso... his entire body seemed to be erased by an eraser, disappearing into thin air before he fell to the ground.

There was no deafening roar, nor any dazzling attack effects.

Death and destruction descended silently, accompanied by the fierce winds.

The old man stood still, the withered branches and fallen leaves swept by the gale passing through his body, splashing like ripples on a lake.

It is clear that he is not a physical entity now, but rather a projection-like being.

"Hmm, the embers of heat death... The power is decent, not many fusion warriors dare to confront it head-on, but unfortunately the user is a rookie, so the chance of winning in a real fight is less than 10%."

It's even less useful against the Apostles; using this to protect DX Project test subjects is still a bit lacking.

The old man shook his head as he commented.

He concluded that this was definitely not a protective measure prepared by the countermeasures bureau.

At most, it's a trump card prepared for Yang Xingguo, to prevent him from being eaten by shrimp before he can catch a big fish.

As someone who was almost tricked by Yue Yangyan into starting Project DX back then, nearly making the Special Bureau the scapegoat for Haixin Society, the old man knew very well how ambitious this cunning man was.

Using DX Project test subjects as bait, the real target is definitely an Apostle-level being.

It's just a matter of how confident he is in dealing with the Apostles this time.

Seeing that Yang Xingguo, who had finished dealing with the mask, was about to run away again after activating stealth mode, the old man raised his cane, intending to move a few more people over.

Actually, it doesn't matter if Yang Xingguo doesn't activate stealth mode.

This area has been sealed off by the old man's ability, so even if the Flame Demon Puppet is released directly, no one outside will notice the slightest movement.

Conversely, he will never be able to escape from here.

"This time, let the armored warriors from the Countermeasures Bureau... huh?"

Just as the old man was about to make his move, he suddenly noticed something amiss with the air disturbances outside, as if something was rapidly hurtling towards him.

For an Apostle-level being, as long as they aren't a reckless tyrant, having their mental power cover hundreds of kilometers is just basic stuff.

As an apostle of the Special Affairs Bureau traveling throughout Asia, the old man was quite vigilant.

"What is it? People from the Apostles Society or a secret weapon of the Countermeasures Bureau?"

The old man stealthily extended his spiritual touch toward the unknown object hovering in the sky, wanting to find out what it was all about.

However, what happened next made him deeply regretful.

The high-speed flying object shattered the old man's spiritual power, and then, as if it had found its target, flew straight towards him.

In the blink of an eye, they traversed hundreds of kilometers and rushed to the old man's side.

Before the old man could get a closer look, a meteor wrapped in flames shattered his blockade.

The old man hiding in the spatial rift suddenly felt the surrounding space being constantly squeezed by some kind of force.

Without saying a word, he jumped out of the crack.

The next moment, the spatial rift used for hiding was forcibly flattened, like putty under a hydraulic press.

"This is?!"

The old man had just uttered a gasp when his eyes suddenly widened and his pupils contracted.

A murderous intent that could make one's blood run cold enveloped him.

An ordinary fusion warrior could never create such a crisis for himself; the owner of this killing intent must possess the power to completely annihilate him.

The old man stopped smiling and put his hands together in a strange gesture.

Whoosh! Boom!
Countless trees and rocks were swept up by the wind pressure, like paper models in a hurricane.

From a distance, the Nian Blade looked like a meteorite from outer space, and its violent shockwave instantly flattened all upright objects within a radius of more than ten kilometers.

Confused, Yang Xingguo lay on the spot with his legs together, as countless pebbles flew past him.

When he opened his eyes again, the surroundings had turned into a plain.

"what happened……"

Yang Xingguo cautiously observed his surroundings, but when he turned around, he was immediately dumbfounded.

The hillside behind him completely disappeared, replaced by a vast rift valley of unknown depth that stretched for thousands of meters.

Unlike Yang Xingguo's small-scale mental power.

Even after the old man absorbed most of the damage from this strike, the psychic blade still retained the destructive power of an ultimate weapon.

One can imagine what the consequences would be if this blow had landed directly on the ground.

If left unchecked, it could very well escalate into a major earthquake affecting the surrounding urban areas.

"Ahem, this isn't a border or an island! Are you crazy to use this level of attack in South Asia?!"

Yang Xingguo looked in the direction of the sound.

Pieces resembling black shredded cloth swirled around a walking stick.

The black fragments connected and repaired each other, eventually transforming into the image of an old man.

Who is he?
Yang Xingguo became vigilant.

Before he could even speak, someone behind him asked the question for him: "Who are you?"

A voice suddenly came from behind him, startling Yang Xingguo so much that his heart skipped a beat.

He subconsciously activated the power of the black bead, trying to leave his original position.

But as a hand landed on his shoulder, all the power within Yang Xingguo vanished.

Yang Xingguo turned his head with difficulty and saw a familiar yet unfamiliar face.

He was familiar with the person because he had never given up on tracking down their whereabouts over the years.

The unfamiliarity stemmed from the fact that he hadn't seen the other person even once in all these years, and suddenly meeting them in person made him feel somewhat uncomfortable.

"The Hermit."

Yang Xingguo looked at Ai Liang, who had a cold face, with a complicated expression.

(End of this chapter)