Am I really hallucinating?

Chapter 655 "Pulse"

The "woman's" body spun dramatically in mid-air before landing again. She lowered her head, her long hair falling down and almost completely blocking the view from the front, leaving only a dark blur.

A superimposed image of another version of himself, with a vortex above his head, floated around Zheng Fan as he slowly stood up.

“You’ve been here all along.” The woman gently brushed aside her hair, revealing a beautiful face that was as pale as a dead person’s. Like the skin, black but regular lines spread across her pale skin.

Unlike the twisted bark of a tree, the patterns on her body all have a main trunk, which then extends and spreads outwards to her limbs and bones.

“If you didn’t hide deeper, how would you dare to just pop out like that?” Zheng Fan laughed.

When he learned that the Wave Factory was deeply mired in the illusion, he had already considered using Lu Chongming as a base to unleash the panic entity he had previously used on the Zero Subway, in order to facilitate his actions.

Even when ostracized, Zheng Fan can exploit loopholes by using his ability to panic, let alone this vast but flawed, highly integrated illusionary realm.

However, the representatives of the dark world should already be on guard against Zheng Fan. If he were to show himself openly without any concealment, then unless a representative is extremely confident in himself, it would be impossible for him to face him rashly.

So we have to single out Lu Chongming and use him as bait.

However, to his surprise, Lu Chongming encountered Yi Yun along the way.

In a sense, this person could be considered Zheng Fan's financial backer. His appearance greatly improved the efficiency of the entire operation, saving him a lot of time that would otherwise have been spent secretly giving Lu Chongming directions.

“Mr. Illusion!” Lu Chongming breathed a sigh of relief.

Yi Yun, however, was still somewhat dazed. If there were no surprises, the person in front of him should be the "super rat" who had been stealing his bank accounts all along.

Although he had been mentally prepared, seeing Zheng Fan still gave him a suffocating feeling.

It wasn't the overwhelming power of the bank that made them feel oppressed, but rather the thought of the money that had evaporated in the bank.

The "pulse" body trembled, and the patterns on its body seemed to come alive, even extending from the surface of its skin and piercing into the ground beneath its feet, which was filled with a black liquid.

The function of a "pulse" is to transport.

The next moment, she gently raised her hand, and several long lines extended from the back of her hand, resembling whips, with black energy surging within. As she flicked her hand forward…

Snapped!
A piercing explosion rang out, followed by a shockwave of superphysical magnitude that swept outwards.

Zheng Fan neither dodged nor avoided, while Lu Chongming and Yi Yun were directly blasted away, struggling to regain their footing.

But this was just the beginning, because after the impact, the concentrated black liquid seemed to become an extension of its long whip, sweeping forward and covering the entire large room in front of her!
Boom!

This was a weapons laboratory, possessing some of the best materials in the factory base. Yet, it was shattered by a single whip, far exceeding its tolerance limit.

Yi Yun bled a little, but was generally fine. One of the great characteristics of gold is stability. Once the symbol is extracted and deepened, as long as his own desires remain unshaken, he will not be easily affected by external things.

But Lu Chongming wasn't so lucky.

He barely survived the blow, and before he could even be amazed by the opponent's strength, he coughed up blood and felt an unbearable pain throughout his body.

I didn't make it through completely.

His entire being seemed to be in a complete frenzy of fantasy, as if something was about to take over his body and grow out of it!

This highly integrated illusionary realm is capable of absorbing and condensing black factors, which is already quite troublesome. Now, it can be further utilized by this spokesperson, who is referred to as "Pulse"!
Besides the sheer destructive power of that attack, which few could easily withstand, the most deadly aspect was the subsequent erosion by the black factors!
"Brother!" Yi Yun quickly picked up Lu Chongming and placed him on a golden retriever.

The half-finished illusions that had just been cleared away by the "pulse" whip reappeared at an even faster speed.

"Pulse" glanced at them but paid them no further attention. Mere mortals from the White World were not worthy of her notice.

It can be easily taken down.

What she cared about more was that "kindred she couldn't afford to mess with." She trusted "Ye's" instructions to a certain extent, but if they encountered each other in the course of their ongoing plans, she would definitely not back down.

Not to mention, this "unapproachable kind" is indeed profound in nature, but it is too bound by too many formalities, which makes it suffer all kinds of restrictions.

In this situation, they weren't without a chance... *thump thump*

The body's heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

What's going on?! Something's not right!
"Da Shen! What's going on with your illusionary world?!" "Pulse" turned directly to the Lord of Illusions and questioned him.

At this moment, most of her vision was occupied by the double images extending from Zheng Fan. Yes, this illusionary realm... had been partially taken over by Zheng Fan without her even realizing it.

Based solely on this aspect, Zheng Fan might not be as powerful as the true Lord of the Illusionary Realm, but in terms of application, having absorbed countless things, Zheng Fan is far more skilled than the original Lord.

In the illusory realm, space is the easiest to control, while adjusting time is a delicate task that requires more. Either there are enough memories of consciousness within the illusory realm, or there is a more straightforward but also more dangerous method: creating a chaotic spacetime.

Zheng Fan can use the power of panic to replace or forcibly replace a portion of it, and his own will is already enormous enough.

In an instant, Zheng Fan extracted a portion of the time in this illusionary realm. Just as "Mai" swung his whip, Zheng Fan broke free from the present time and then returned, approaching "Mai" from behind.

"I...don't...know..." Da Shen hasn't gotten used to this body that he forcibly took over and whose fit isn't very good.

As for the "pulse," it was pierced through the chest by Zheng Fan's simple and unadorned punch.

“Your alertness is impeccable, otherwise I would have preferred to aim for the head, although for you, such a fatal wound to the body wouldn’t matter,” Zheng Fan said calmly.

"That kid behind you is about to die." "Pulse" quickly calmed down and said, "An overconfident human, coming here with naive fantasies, will soon feel the pain of his body and mind being torn apart. Humanity's use of so-called fantasy factors is the biggest fallacy. If I want, I can inject a large amount of black factors into the white world, and in an instant, most of the so-called combat power will only become food for new 'illusions'."

Zheng blinked, then suddenly lifted his leg.

Before "Mai" could say anything more, a hurricane swept over, forcing it to quickly shut its mouth and unleash the long whip of its meridians to defend itself.

Her veins, though long and resilient, were impossible for Zheng Fan's panicked body to break completely in an instant. This is probably a symbol of "veins."

Even so, she still looked quite disheveled under Zheng Fan's sudden increase in the pace of punches and kicks, rolling around in the black liquid and trying to fight back with the liquid, looking like a pig playing in the mud.

"Come on, I'm listening, keep going." Despite the continued pressure, Zheng Fan showed no signs of strain, speaking steadily without even panting, while simultaneously increasing the speed of his attacks.

"You have a mature body, which makes it easier for you to move around in this place that's almost a white world. At the same time, you seem to know a lot about Dadu. You must have made quite a few plans there, right?"

"Tsk." "Pulse" didn't bother to answer, extending even more whips, absorbing a large amount of black factors to transform into the purest form of lashing.

Zheng Fan, however, spread his legs apart in a stance that was familiar to "Mai," and then a layer of black, twisted, and irregular stripes enveloped the area around him.

"'Skin'……"

By the time she realized what was happening, it was too late for regrets. The long whip struck the patterns with great force, causing them to tremble instantly.

Zheng Fan's hands flashed past in a series of afterimages before finally snapping back and delivering a powerful straight punch.

"Pulse" used a long whip to mobilize a large amount of fluid to form a barrier in front of her in an attempt to resist, but it was still pierced through by an invisible punch, directly tearing apart most of her body and cutting off more than half of her torso!

Before Zheng Fan could stop, he saw a blinding white light flash before his eyes.

Countless long whip-like lines extend, outline, and recombine behind the "pulse".

The twisted white wings spread out, but unlike the white wings that some lamplighters create out of their imagination, these were pale, bony demon wings.

Without a doubt, this is also a pure white factor, and its concentration is in no way inferior to the surrounding flowing black matter, enough to be called "pure white fluid".

"If you want to ask, then I'll answer with my actions. What I've drawn from that white world..." "Pulse" was disheveled, his tone chilling.

At the same time, Zheng Fan said as expected, "As expected, you... are the culprit behind the factor deficiency syndrome in Dadu."

In his hazy state of consciousness, Lu Chongming suddenly raised his head, his eyes wide open as he looked at Zheng Fan and the pure white "devil" figure.

(End of this chapter)