this infinite world

"Fuck you!"

Accompanied by an earth-shaking roar, the blood-red blade light of the Tiger Soul Sword was instantly activated and slashed fiercely into the thick fog.

To be fair, Zheng Zha had no intention of holding back when he swung his sword in anger. Under the blazing light of the sword, all the stones, trees and other things that blocked his way forward were chopped into pieces. Not only was the fog split in half like a stream of water, even the space seemed to be overwhelmed, revealing a small town wrapped in fog in the distance.

However, with Zheng Zha's strength, this sword energy was enough to cut dozens of kilometers away. However, when the sword energy was about to pass through the Silent Hill town, it seemed to have hit something and quickly weakened...

"Zheng Zha, calm down!"

Yang Yun blinked, but only after the shout came out of his mouth did he realize that he had already stood in front of Zheng Zha, stopping him from trying to cut the entire town in two: "Although I know how you feel, Zhang Heng and Zhan Lan have been pulled into the other world, and you can't change anything now!"

——Wait, when did Zhan Lan and Zhang Heng disappear?

A thought came to his mind, and then the corresponding memory emerged. Just now, Zhang Heng said he wanted to get off the car to get some fresh air. Zheng Zha was worried about his safety and didn't trust him to act alone. As a result, Zhan Lan, who was sitting in the car, disappeared without a trace. When Zheng Zha realized that the mind chain had disappeared, he hurried back to the car, but Zhang Heng behind him was also nowhere to be seen... In just a moment, two companions disappeared. No wonder Zheng Zha was furious.

"Calm down, Zheng Zha. No matter how bad the situation is, you must keep thinking calmly."

Even though he understood Zheng Zha's behavior, Yang Yun still blurted out: "If you lose control here again and can't suppress your inner demons, then things will be really troublesome!"

As expected, after hearing Yang Yun's words, Zheng Zha calmed down as if he had been hit hard by someone. "Yes, that's right... Yang Yun, you are right."

As he spoke, he glanced at Chu Xuan who was getting off the car, and said with a wry smile: "But my attack was not without gain. At least I confirmed one thing, that is, we cannot use the magic cannon to fire at Silent Hill casually... I can feel that there is a strange sense of disharmony in this town."

Chu Xuan nodded but did not speak. Instead, Xiao Honglu, who came down next, asked curiously, "Sense of disharmony? Zheng Zha, what do you mean?"

Zheng Zha thought about it carefully, and finally said: "I don't know. If you ask me to put it into words, I'm afraid I can't explain it clearly. Anyway, I have a strange feeling, as if there is a subtle difference between this town and the real world. The knife I just used seems to be 'isolated' by something..."

Everyone could see that Zheng Zha had tried very hard to sum it up in words. But he didn't know if it was because he died early or because it was too difficult to describe that kind of sixth sense, in the end he still couldn't put it into words, and could only utter one sentence: "... Anyway, Silent Hill is very strange, and there is weirdness everywhere here, so everyone should be careful."

Xiao Honglu frowned and said, "Is it too strange to describe in words? I've made a note... If you think of how to say it, tell us immediately. This could be a very important clue, especially now that the two mental controllers are gone. We have to rely more on our five senses, experience, and foresight of danger."

"Zheng Zha, I hope you can tell us immediately if you feel something is wrong or dangerous. Of course, Yang Yun, the same goes for you. Did you feel anything just now?"

"...I didn't feel anything." Yang Yun shrugged. Although he knew that intuition was very important, he didn't know if his senses were not as sharp as Zheng Zha's, or if it was for some other reason. In short, let alone feeling anything strange or dangerous from the town not far away, he didn't even feel the slightest bit of nervousness: "But I think, Zheng Zha, you'd better put away the Tiger Soul Blade first... Wait, what is this?"

Thanks to this shrug, Yang Yun suddenly found that he was holding an invisible weapon in his right hand, and it seemed that he was trying to use this weapon to stop Zheng Zha from going berserk.

"Huh? Yang Yun, how come you even forgot this?"

Upon hearing this, Zheng Zha looked at Yang Yun as if he were an alien. "Isn't this your Sword of Promised Victory? A double-A-level legendary magic weapon that was seized from the breeder of the Senzhou team by the Starship Troopers."

"Team Mori? Sword of Promised Victory? I have some memories of it, but..."

Yang Yun repeated it doubtfully, and his expression did not seem fake, which made Zheng Zha a little worried: "Wait, I was just joking before, Yang Yun, are you really okay? Is it the sequelae of brain damage that have not been completely cured, or is it the influence of Silent Hill..."

"I see... Does the Sword of Promised Victory have a sword spirit?"

This sudden question made Zheng Zha stunned, but Yang Yun was still unaware. He stared at the sword covered by the Wind King's barrier and muttered to himself rather than asking: "Although I don't know why, I feel that my weapon should have a sword spirit, the kind that can talk and complain. If possible, it'd be better if it's a cute girl..."

"Uh, Zhao Yingkong is still here."

Hearing Yang Yun's mumbling, even Zheng Zha, who was furious just now, couldn't help but smile bitterly. He subconsciously glanced at Zhao Yingkong behind him and said with emotion: "I remember that you two had some signs of that, right? You are talking about something else now, be careful that she will get jealous."

"Although Zhao Yingkong doesn't look like that type, women always say one thing and mean another. Nine out of ten are jealous, and the remaining one is just a jealous person..."

When he said this, Zheng Zha deliberately lowered his voice, but remembering that Zhan Lan had disappeared in the mist, he sighed again: "But you are right, if you can choose, who wouldn't want a weapon that can speak and have self-awareness?"

"Yeah, if I could choose..."

Yang Yun held the Sword of Promised Victory in his hand. As a flash of golden color passed by, he completely ignored the Wind King's barrier on the surface and directly brushed the sword with his left index finger, touching the blade engraved with runes...

——And the extremely sharp blade did not even cut his skin. (End of this chapter)