Simultaneous Transmigration: From Douluo Continent to the Pinnacle

Lin Yao naturally noticed that the demon pattern under Xiaoyu's feet was faintly burning.

Even though he was focused on the dragon, he didn't ignore the situation around him.

His gaze inadvertently swept downwards and landed at Xiaoyu's feet.

On the ground there, a faint, indistinct demonic pattern had appeared at some unknown time.

The pattern appears to be drawn with some kind of jet-black ink, with twisted and eerie lines, faintly radiating an almost invisible dark red halo.

On the other side, Daolong's black robe fluttered wildly in the turbulent air currents, and a dark green light surged in his eyes.

Then, the latter formed a hand seal and chanted incantations. The temperature in the air seemed to be sucked away at that moment, leaving only a cold aura.

Seeing this scene, Xiaoyu felt no fear, but rather excitement.

Of course, Lin Yao didn't intend for her to take action.

As Daolong's dark magic intensified, the pattern was scorched by invisible flames, its edges glowing slightly, and its temperature slowly rising.

Xiaoyu's shoes were already getting hot.

Lin Yao keenly noticed this, but did not act immediately.

He merely frowned slightly, his eyes narrowing slightly.

This fluctuation...

It carried a familiar demonic aura, but it was different from the black aura he had encountered before.

More concealed, more subtle, yet more difficult to deal with.

At this moment, Xiaoyu was completely unaware of the strange thing under her feet.

Her mind was entirely focused on how to "contribute" in the fight against the Blade Dragon.

It's fair to say that if Xiaoyu weren't a Saint Seiya reincarnation, but just an ordinary child with that kind of bratty personality, she would have died countless times over.

Xiaoyu's level of "self-destruction" would definitely make her a character who "dies in the first episode" in the ordinary world.

Yet, she always manages to survive those close calls and overcome the difficulties in those desperate situations.

Dao Long raised his hand, and a huge shadowy claw print pressed down from the sky, heading straight for Lin Yao.

"I'll do it."

Xiaoyu shouted and leaped into the air, throwing a punch at the shadowy claw mark.

Fists and claws collided, arcs of electricity struck the shadows, producing a piercing sound, and a gash was forcibly torn open in the shadow claw print.

"What?!"

Daolong was stunned for a moment, clearly not taking the little girl seriously, and even more surprised that she could resist his dark magic.

Upon closer inspection, one could see several talismans in Xiaoyu's arms.

"So it was the power of the Holy Lord..."

"Xiaoyu, you've stolen the talismans again!"

Lin Yao couldn't help but shake his head.

"Of course!"

Xiaoyu proudly raised her chin, completely unaware that the demon pattern at her feet had brightened even more.

"But I am—"

Before he could finish speaking, Dao Long, who was already furious at Lin Yao and Xiao Yu's dismissive attitude towards him, became enraged.

"You bastards, you're asking for it!"

He suddenly raised his hand, and a black flame condensed in his palm, rushing straight towards Xiaoyu and Lin Yao.

At this moment, Xiaoyu made her move again, and with the blessing of the Ox Talisman and Rabbit Talisman, she shattered the black flames with great power and speed.

Knowing that Xiaoyu possessed a talisman, Lin Yao was no longer in a hurry to make a move, but instead began to observe Xiaoyu.

At this moment, Lin Yao could sense that the demonic pattern under Xiao Yu's feet was becoming increasingly dark.

A very subtle force emerged from the pattern, silently seeping into Xiaoyu's body along her ankle.

The power was neither violent nor malicious; rather, it seemed to be a power that originally belonged to Xiaoyu.

"Is this a connection between Xiaoyu and the demonic symbol? I never imagined it would be so strange..."

Lin Yao narrowed his eyes, a vague guess forming in his mind.

At this point, I didn't want to waste any more time.

Seeing that Xiaoyu was about to make a move, Lin Yao raised his hand to stop her. Then, his figure swayed slightly in place, disappeared, and then re-emerged in front of Daolong.

"What?!?"

Most of his attention was focused on the dragon blade on Xiaoyu's body, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

"When did you—"

Before he could finish speaking, Lin Yao had already raised his hand.

His palm was outstretched flat.

There were no elaborate magic circles or complicated incantations in his palm.

Only a simple, pure, yet terrifyingly powerful force was slowly surging.

That is an absolute power capable of crushing everything.

"Dark magic?"

Lin Yao spoke calmly.

"These things are too fragile in the face of absolute power."

Dao Long's expression changed, and he subconsciously set up several protective barriers in front of him. The black and green light overlapped layer by layer, like a thick wall.

"Break it for me."

Lin Yao simply uttered a single word.

The next second, his palm clenched slightly.

boom--!

An invisible shockwave spread out from him, shattering all the barriers set up by the sword dragon, leaving no room for resistance.

Dao Long was thrown backward by the shock, crashing heavily into a wall not far away, sending bricks and stones flying everywhere.

"cough--!"

He struggled to his feet, barely managing to stay upright, only to find that his magical power was rapidly draining away.

"This power is even stronger than the Holy Lord's twelve talismans. Since you can fully control and unleash it, who...who exactly are you?!"

Daolong raised his head, staring intently at Lin Yao, his eyes revealing genuine fear for the first time.

He originally thought that Lin Yao had no control over the power within his body, and that the owner could take it away.

But it seems that's not the case now.

Lin Yao walked slowly toward him, his steps neither hurried nor slow, yet carrying an extremely strong sense of pressure.

"You dare to come to my door without even knowing my background? You're too greedy."

Lin Yao said calmly.

"However, since you wanted to take what was mine, I will naturally retaliate in kind. I will accept your legacy of dark magic."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Yao raised his hand, his fingertips twitching slightly.

Daolong felt a sudden jolt in his mind, as countless pieces of knowledge about black magic, spells, and runes were pulled from his consciousness.

"No—! That's mine—!"

Daolong let out a mournful roar, but it was utterly powerless to stop it.

The power that he had spent countless years mastering was now being plundered by Lin Yao in a brutal and efficient manner.

Xiaoyu, who was standing not far away, had her eyes shining. She felt that Lin Yao had both the handsomeness of a superhero and the domineering aura of a supervillain.

When did my Lin Yao become like this?!

Lin Yao ignored Xiao Yu's reaction, his consciousness sinking into his body as he began to process the dark magic inheritance he had just received.

Countless obscure and difficult-to-understand runes appeared in his mind, and were quickly analyzed, categorized, and absorbed.

The knowledge of the black magic system that originally belonged to Daolong was clearly seen through in the face of his powerful mental strength.

"not bad."

Lin Yao made his own assessment in his mind.

"Although it's still a bit weaker than the power I currently possess, it's enough to make me run rampant in this world."

After temporarily sorting out and summarizing the knowledge in his mind, Lin Yao slowly opened his eyes, a glint of light flashing in them.

Just then, Daolong suddenly let out a sinister laugh.

"You think... that's the end of it?"

Daolong's voice was hoarse, and his skin became dry and withered at that moment.

"No one can take what's mine without paying a price..."

Daolong suddenly bit his tongue, spitting a mouthful of black blood onto the ground, and his hands quickly formed hand seals.

"With my blood as the catalyst, with my soul as the wedge—"

His voice grew softer and softer, yet increasingly eerie, as if he were calling upon some indescribable being.

Lin Yao had the opportunity to stop this, but he didn't; instead, he watched with great interest.

Seeing Lin Yao's arrogant demeanor, Dao Long initially thought Lin Yao would stop him, but now he breathed a sigh of relief.

At the same time, he became even angrier.

These kids are getting more and more arrogant these days.

They immediately began to perform at their best.

With the full support of the Blade Dragon, the clouds in the sky began to churn.

The once clear sky was quickly shrouded in darkness, as if an invisible hand had forcibly torn the sunlight apart.

"Condense the body of a demon!"

As the last word was uttered, the ground around the Blade Dragon suddenly cracked open.

A jet-black aura surged out from the crack.

Within that aura, eight distinct silhouettes could be vaguely discerned.

Some resemble dragons, some cows, and some birds, yet they are all twisted and mixed together, forming the outline of a huge and ugly monster.

He arrived at Jackie Chan's location not far away, just as he was about to ask Lin Yao and Xiao Yu about their current situation, when he saw this scene, his expression changed drastically:

"What is this thing?!"

Xiaoyu couldn't help but gasp:

"Uglier than Holy Lord."

Lin Yao narrowed his eyes, sensing the information within this aura.

Demonic aura.

No, to be precise, it's not pure demonic energy. Demonic energy is sealed within the seal of the Eight Immortals.

This is the pure evil energy that dissipated between heaven and earth after the eight great demons were sealed away.

The current situation is that, under Daolong's desperate efforts, the evil energy of the eight demons has been forcibly fused together and condensed into a monster.

"interesting."

Lin Yao said in a low voice, a slight smile playing on his lips.

At the same time, the sound of police sirens could be heard in the distance.

Police officers from District 13, along with FBI agents who came to provide backup, finally arrived at the scene.

As soon as they got out of the car, they saw the monster formed from evil energy.

"My God..."

An FBI agent couldn't help but mutter a curse under his breath, and almost instinctively raised his gun.

"Fire!"

Someone shouted.

Da da da—

Countless bullets rained down, striking the demonic monster.

However, it had no effect.

The bullets were swallowed up by the evil energy the moment they touched the monster's body, leaving not a trace.

This demonic monster, formed from malevolent energy, was completely unafraid of attacks that lacked any magical or other supernatural power.

Instead, it absorbed the fear of these police officers, and its size continued to swell.

The monster was originally only five or six meters tall, but as bullets were fired and the fear in the officers' hearts continued to grow, it was amplified.

Its body quickly exceeded ten meters, or even taller.

Its outline became clearer and clearer, and dark red flames burned in a pair of empty eyes.

"This...this is impossible..."

"It's getting bigger?!"

"Fire! Keep firing!"

Despite the shouting orders, many more people began to involuntarily retreat.

Even the well-informed FBI agents were terrified and retreated repeatedly in the face of this monster that was completely beyond common sense, with cries for help constantly coming from their pagers.

"Requesting fire support! I repeat, requesting fire support! There are unknown supernatural creatures here!"

"We need heavy weapons! Missiles! No, nuclear weapons—"

"Calm down! This is downtown San Francisco!"

Someone loudly interrupted the crazy request.

This area is located within the San Francisco metropolitan area, characterized by towering buildings and a dense population.

Even with the United States being the most reckless example, it wouldn't dare use missiles or even nuclear weapons here unless its true fundamental interests were involved.

The consequences of detonating a nuclear bomb here would be catastrophic.

"Damn it..."

The FBI agent leading the team gritted his teeth, cold sweat constantly streaming down his forehead.

"We...we simply can't handle this kind of thing."

Meanwhile, Lin Yao, who was being targeted by the demonic monster formed from malevolent energy, remained standing in place, his expression calm.

The monster's aura surged in like a tidal wave, carrying a suffocating sense of oppression, as if it wanted to crush one's soul.

However, Lin Yao remained unchanged despite being enveloped by its aura.

He didn't even lift his eyelids.

A smile instead appeared on his lips.

"Trying to intimidate me with fear?"

Lin Yao sneered inwardly, "Trying to play the fear-intimidation game with me? They're still a long way off."

For ordinary people, this monster is indeed enough to instill despair.

But for Lin Yao, it was just a slightly larger "toy".

Raise your hand and gently hook your fingertips.

"Come out."

As the low voice fell, the space in front of Lin Yao distorted slightly.

The next second, a huge monster slowly stepped out from the distorted space.

Ultimate Terror Beast.

Its body was even larger than that of the demon monster, and its skin was dark gold, covered with ancient patterns.

His eyes were like two blood-red moons, radiating a cold and brutal light.

Roar--

The Ultimate Terrormon let out a deafening roar, the sound waves spreading out as if they were tangible, distorting the surrounding air.

The demonic monster seemed to sense the threat, and suddenly raised its head, letting out a sharp roar.

With its massive maw wide open, a beam of black energy shot out, hurtling straight at Lin Yao.

"Dread Beast".

Lin Yao spoke calmly.

"Solve it."

Without any hesitation, the Ultimate Terrormon raised one of its giant claws and slammed it down hard on the black beam of light.

boom--!

The beam of light shattered under the giant claw, turning into countless black fragments that dissipated into the air.

Without pausing, the monstrous beast charged towards the demonic monster like a cannonball.

The two collided instantly.

The ground shook violently, and the glass in the surrounding buildings shattered.

The power of the monstrous beast is pure and violent, yet under Lin Yao's control, it is precise and deadly.

It grabbed the demon monster by the neck and slammed it to the ground.

The demonic monster struggled frantically, countless black tentacles extending from its body, trying to entangle the beast.

But the beast only squeezed slightly.

Click—!

The neck, formed from condensed evil energy, was crushed instantly.

The demonic monster let out a piercing scream as its body began to disintegrate.

The beast gave it no chance, slamming down with its other giant claw and completely shattering its body.

boom--!

A massive explosion rocked the ground, sending black, foul fumes flying everywhere.

However, under Lin Yao's mental control, this evil energy did not spread too far, but was forcibly suppressed and compressed by an invisible force.

Finally, it coalesced into a jet-black demonic aura, hovering in mid-air.

Beside the demonic aura, Daolong was already pale, his strength completely drained, and he collapsed to the ground.

His eyes were empty and filled with despair.

"Impossible...this is impossible..."

His prized dark magic, the demonic entities he summoned at any cost, proved utterly ineffective against this young man.

Lin Yao slowly walked up to the dark demonic aura and stretched out his hand.

The malevolent energy churned and struggled in his palm, as if it had its own consciousness.

But all these struggles seemed pale and powerless in the face of his absolute power.

"This foul aura..." He frowned slightly, "Although it's not as powerful as the eight demons' true forms, it's still a decent 'sample'."

He didn't rush to absorb it, but instead sealed it in a temporary space for later study.

He then turned to look at the FBI agents and District 13 officers who were completely terrified.

Their eyes were filled with shock, fear, and a hint of disbelief.

"We...we have to record all of this..." someone said in a trembling voice.

Lin Yao's lips curled slightly.

"Records?" he said softly. "You didn't see anything."

As he finished speaking, he slowly closed his eyes.

The next second, the power of the Mangekyou Sharingan spun deep within his pupils.

A red light flashed in his eyes, as if countless mysterious runes were interwoven within it.

"Tsukuyomi".

These two simple words carry an irresistible power.

Those FBI agents and District 13 officers who saw him felt a blur before their eyes, and their minds went completely blank for a moment.

Then, their memories began to be distorted and altered.

The battle scene was erased, the monster's figure was replaced, and Lin Yao's existence was completely wiped out.

When they came to their senses again, all they remembered was receiving a routine explosion alarm.

Upon arriving at the scene, they discovered that it had been destroyed by some unknown supernatural force.

The culprit, Dao Long, was already unconscious on the ground.

"What...just happened?"

A police officer muttered to himself.

"have no idea."

The other person shook their head.

"It seems... something has been here, but then again, it seems nothing has."

"Never mind, let's capture the Blade Dragon first."

The detective leading the team rubbed his throbbing temples. "This is beyond our authority. Hand it over to Section 13."

They got busy and no one paid attention to the brief pause that had just occurred.

In a corner unseen by them, Lin Yao had already withdrawn the power of his Mangekyou Sharingan.

He glanced down at Daolong, who was still slumped on the ground, a cold glint in his eyes.

"The inheritance of dark magic has been obtained; you are no longer of any use to me."

He didn't say anything more and turned to leave.

Not far away, Xiaoyu was running over excitedly.

"That monster was so cool!" Her eyes sparkled. "Even cooler than the ones I've seen in cartoons! And you, Lin Yao, what you did just now—"

As she spoke, she gestured wildly, completely unaware that she had just brushed with death again.

Lin Yao looked at her and shook his head helplessly.

"Let's go," he said. "Leave this to them."

Xiaoyu immediately followed in his footsteps, still muttering the details of the battle she had just witnessed.

"Next time, I want a monster like that too!" she exclaimed excitedly. "I'm going to name it—'Little Terror'!"

Lin Yao: "..."

He suddenly felt a little relieved that the beasts couldn't understand human speech.

……

That night.

The night sky over San Francisco was somewhat gloomy, with low-hanging clouds and occasional slivers of moonlight filtering through the gaps, illuminating the puddles on the streets.

Lin Yao took Xiao Yu for a walk outside.

It was less of a stroll and more of a "patrol".

As he walked, he sorted through the dark magic inheritance he had received that day in his mind, while also studying the demonic energy that he had sealed away.

"The black magic system of this world is somewhat similar to that of my original world, but it is also fundamentally different."

He analyzed it in his mind.

"The power here is more intertwined with 'mediums' such as demons, spells, and masks, rather than a pure accumulation of magical energy."

He raised his hand, his fingertips twitching slightly.

A wisp of black flame flickered in his palm, then quickly went out.

"However, once I grasp the core rules, all these things... can be used to my advantage."

Xiaoyu walked along, kicking pebbles on the roadside and humming an off-key song.

"Today was so exciting!"

She suddenly said.

"It's much more fun than going to school."

Lin Yao glanced at her:

"It's fun, but you have to go back to school tomorrow."

Xiaoyu: "..."

Her steps faltered slightly, and the excitement on her face instantly froze.

"...Don't remind me of that."

Lin Yao couldn't help but smile.

Just then, his smile faded slightly.

A familiar scent wafted from afar.

That was the aura of a demon.

But it was different from the previous hostility.

It's colder and more eerie.

Lin Yao stopped and slowly looked up.

A figure could be seen standing on the top of a tall building not far away.

The figure was dressed in a black suit, tall, with an indescribable gloom on his face.

What's most striking about him are his eyes.

Those eyes emitted an eerie red light, as if countless dark shadows were surging within them.

Valon.

No, to be more precise, this is Valon controlled by Tara.

Lin Yao recognized him instantly based on the memories in his mind.

As for Valon, those three familiar figures were also present behind him.

Lasu, Afen, Zhou.

The Black Hand trio.

Moreover, the trio seems to have been strengthened and are no longer the weaklings they used to be.

Of course, even though his strength has changed, Rasu still looks the same tall and clumsy man.

With his hands in his pockets, he seemed somewhat nonchalant, yet he would occasionally glance around warily.

On the other side, Ah Fen looked displeased and muttered to himself:

"Why do we always have to come out at times like this? I'm clearly still taking my beauty sleep."

Zhou pushed up his sunglasses, his eyes appearing somewhat gloomy in the night:

"Shut up, Ah Fen. This target... is not simple."

Lin Yao's eyes turned slightly cold as he watched this scene.

"The real-life District 13 is just as watered down as the anime."

He mentally complained.

"Valon and the others who were imprisoned escaped easily, and now there's Tara too."

Of course he recognized Tara.

The commander of the Shadow Legion, the owner of the mask.

At that moment, Tara's gaze was fixed on him.

To be precise, it landed on Xiaoyu, who was next to him.

Valmont's lips curled up slightly, revealing a sinister smile.

"The Queen of Shadows..."

He spoke in a low voice, a hint of fanaticism in it.

"finally found you."

Xiaoyu was taken aback: "Who is he calling?"

Lin Yao's gaze darkened slightly.

"It seems that the 'balance' of this world is quite interesting."

Lin Yao thought to himself.

"I've been in contact with the villains of this world, from Shendu to Daolong, and now it's Tara's turn."

It seems that wherever he appears, demons, masks, black mist, and other such things will appear.

Tara was no exception.

He attacked Lin Yao directly.

"Stop him," Valon said coldly.

As soon as he finished speaking, the space behind him suddenly distorted.

Countless dark figures emerged from the void, transforming into warriors clad in armor.

The Shadow Legion.

They wielded swords, wore black armor, and had red eyes that gleamed as they swarmed towards Lin Yao.

Lasu, Afen, and Zhou also started moving at the same time.

Rasu swung his huge fist, aiming straight for Lin Yao's face.

Ah Fen then drew a dagger from his waist, nimbly circled to the side, and prepared to launch a sneak attack.

Zhou pushed up his sunglasses, clasped his hands together, and a faint light flashed at his fingertips, as if he were preparing some kind of spell.

"We must win this time!"

Ah Fen gritted his teeth.

"We were badly beaten by Jackie Chan last time. Besides, we are surprisingly strong now and should be able to defeat this brat."

Rasu, however, looked very serious:

"Not necessarily. Although we've become stronger, this kid is still quite strong. However, we have the Shadow Legion's help, so we won't have to lose so miserably."

Zhou said coldly, "Lasu, don't say such discouraging things. Although this person is strong, we are not weak either."

Lin Yao watched the three of them chattering away, but only sighed softly.

"Tara, although you are the commander of the Shadow Legion, you are still sealed inside the mask."

"Even if the Shadow Legion can unleash its full power, it's still less than a tenth of the power of the incomplete version of the Holy Lord to me. As for these small fry, they're nothing."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Yao moved.

This time, he neither summoned the terrifying beasts nor used the power of the Mangekyou Sharingan.

He simply raised his hand.

"Too slow."

A soft voice echoed in the night sky.

The next second, time seemed to slow down.

Rasu's fist stopped in mid-air, Afen's dagger was only centimeters away from Lin Yao's shoulder, and Zhou's spell had just been half-formed.

Lin Yao's finger was already touching Rasu's wrist.

A gentle flick.

Click—!

Rasu felt a numbness in his wrist and flew backward, crashing heavily into a street lamp.

The streetlight let out a mournful cry and fell down.

Before Ah Fen could react, a force surged through his abdomen, sending him crashing into the nearby trash can.

"I hate the city's trash cans..." These were his last thoughts before he lost consciousness.

Zhou's expression changed, and the spell in his hand instantly erupted, a black beam of light rushing straight towards Lin Yao.

Lin Yao dodged to the side, and the beam of light grazed the hem of his clothes, blasting a large hole in the wall behind him.

"Your spells are too slow."

Lin Yao said calmly, raising his hand and waving it.

An invisible force knocked Zhou to the ground. Before he could stand up, he was pressed down by a heavy weight, unable to move even a finger.

At the same time, the warriors of the Shadow Legion also stopped what they were doing.

Their bodies froze in mid-air for a moment, then slowly dissipated like smoke blown away by the wind.

"Wh...what?!"

The red light in Valon's eyes suddenly narrowed. "How is this possible?!"

Tara's voice came from within Valon, tinged with disbelief:

"You...you can actually interfere with the existence of the shadowy figure?!"

Lin Yao did not answer.

He simply walked slowly toward Valon.

With each step, the surrounding air seemed to grow heavier.

"Tara".

Lin Yao spoke calmly.

"You're too weak right now."

"Sealed within the mask, he can only use Valmont's body; even his true form cannot descend."

"What makes you think you can fight me?"

Valon gritted his teeth, the red light in his eyes growing brighter and brighter.

"Shadow Legion!" he roared. "Come out!"

More shadowy figures emerged from the void.

This time, their numbers were several times greater than before, and some of the shadowy figures even transformed into enormous monsters, roaring as they pounced on Lin Yao.

"This level..." Lin Yao shook his head slightly, "is still not enough."

He raised his hand and slightly hooked his fingertips.

"go back."

With just two simple words, the shadowy monsters suddenly stopped in mid-air, then let out a silent roar as their bodies began to disintegrate and dissipate.

"This...this is..." Tara's voice finally betrayed a hint of genuine fear. "You're...suppressing the essence of the shadow?!"

Lin Yao did not deny it.

The essence of the shadow is a special kind of energy.

Energy, in the face of absolute power, can only be manipulated.

"Tara," he said slowly, "I'll accept your mask."

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand and pointed.

Suddenly, the outline of a black mask appeared on Valon's face.

That's Tara's mask.

The mask struggled on his face, as if trying to break free from some kind of restraint.

But in the face of Lin Yao's power, all struggles were in vain.

"No—!" Tara roared, "You can't do this! I am the commander of the Shadows! I am—"

Before he could finish speaking, the mask was forcibly ripped off Valmont's face.

A black light surged from the mask and was instantly absorbed into Lin Yao's body.

Tara's consciousness was forcibly suppressed at this moment, and his power was gradually devoured and analyzed by Lin Yao.

"This is... the power of the shadows." Lin Yao silently sensed it in his mind. "Unlike the power of demons, it leans more towards the spirit and shadows, suitable for infiltration and assassination."

He slowly opened his eyes, a hint of satisfaction flashing in them.

At the same time, Valon's body went limp, and he collapsed to the ground, the red light in his eyes completely disappearing.

"What...just happened?" He looked around blankly. "Wasn't I in my cell in District 13?"

Lasu, Afen, and Zhou Ye all got up from the ground, each one feeling dizzy and disoriented.

"My head hurts so much..." Ah Fen rubbed his head. "I think I had a nightmare where I was eaten by a garbage can."

Rasu looked puzzled: "We...we've been defeated again?"

Zhou pushed up his sunglasses, his face grim: "It seems so."

Seeing this, Lin Yao was too lazy to argue with them anymore.

"Alright," he said calmly, "game over."

He raised his hand and waved it, and an invisible force bound the four of them together. Then he dialed the number for District 13.

"There are a few escaped convicts here. You'd better send someone to pick them up."

After saying that, he ended the call immediately.

Xiaoyu watched with great interest: "Do you always handle villains like this?"

"Simple and efficient," Lin Yao said. "Besides, the people in District 13 will be very grateful to me."

Xiaoyu rolled her eyes: "They'll probably just think you're a nuisance."

Lin Yao smiled and did not refute.

His gaze fell once again on the demon mask in his hand.

The mask was entirely black, covered with eerie patterns, and had a hollow eye socket in the center, as if it were watching everyone who looked at it.

"Tara's mask..." he murmured, "and other masks as well."

After absorbing Tara's power, some information vaguely appeared in his consciousness.

That was a clue about the other masks.

They are scattered all over the world, some in the deep sea, some in ancient tombs, and some are even sealed in other dimensions.

But now, it is clearly visible in Lin Yao's perception.

"It seems I've located the other masks," he thought to himself.

He raised his head and looked at the night sky in the distance.

"Should we gather them all... and then acquire the power of these shadowy figures?"

The thought flashed through his mind.

Collect all the masks and take control of the entire Shadow Legion.

That sounds really tempting.

But it also means that he will be at odds with more demons and more forces.

"However..." Lin Yao's lips curled up slightly, "This is quite interesting."

He turned to look at Xiaoyu.

Xiaoyu looked up at him, her eyes filled with anticipation: "Where are we going next? To find other masks? Or to cause trouble for the Holy Lord?"

Lin Yao looked at her, suddenly feeling a little curious.

Aren't you afraid?

He asked, "If you follow me, you might encounter things that are even more dangerous than what you're experiencing today."

Xiaoyu paused for a moment, then flashed a bright smile.

"What are you afraid of?"

She clenched her fist, "There's Uncle Long, there's Dad, there's you, and there's me..."

……