Global wonders have descended, and only I possess the treasure-hunting radar.

Of course, Wang Yan's situation wasn't as easy as hers.

He could feel an extremely strong pressure falling on him.

This is the strongest enemy he has ever encountered.

He could be seriously injured if he makes a mistake in handling the situation.

The system radar alert also pops up at this moment.

[A Class S artifact has been detected: the Faceless God's Crown (projection, not collectible).]

Wang Yan's eyes narrowed.

really.

This is not the real entity behind the calamity.

It was merely a projection of descent, sent down using an S-class artifact and a sacrificial array.

Even though it was just a projection, it was enough to make Lin Youyou and Shen Qingli almost unable to move.

There are also minor calamities approaching from the surrounding area.

If this continues, they will be dragged down sooner or later.

Seeing this, Wang Yan no longer hesitated and raised his hand to throw out the [Mirror Coffin].

The black mirror coffin swelled in the wind.

At the same time, he gently flipped through an old theater ticket between his fingers.

The red stage phantom had just appeared when it was covered by the rising black mirror light.

Those outside only saw the mirror coffin fall.

I know nothing else.

As the mirror coffin fell, the pressure on Lin Youyou and Shen Qingli suddenly eased.

Although I'm still not comfortable, at least I can move now.

Shen Qingli immediately realized what was happening.

"Did the mirror coffin separate the realms?"

"No, it only weakens the impact."

"But that's enough!"

She turned to look at the impending calamities rushing towards her from all sides.

"Let's cleanse ourselves of these calamities first."

Lin Youyou gritted her teeth and nodded, feeling her body regain some strength.

"clear."

The two attacked again.

Inside the mirror coffin.

Wang Yan and the faceless figure were completely separated.

The faceless figure looked at the rows of black mirrors around it, its voice unwavering.

"The Mirror Coffin Old Man's things? He also died at your hands?"

Wang Yan raised his whistling hunting rifle.

"you guess."

Gunshots rang out.

The faceless figure raised its hand to block the bullet.

The vibration exploded in his palm, but only made that arm appear somewhat illusory.

The next second, he appeared in front of Wang Yan.

A palm fell.

It had a tremendous impact.

Fortunately, a light steel shield appeared on Wang Yan's body, blocking most of the impact.

It was still blasted backward and crashed into the mirror wall.

The mirror emitted a series of cracking sounds.

The faceless figure did not stop.

A gray beam of light descended from the halo behind him, sweeping directly towards Wang Yan's neck.

The pale clone rushed out from Wang Yan's side and blocked the attack for him.

The clone shattered instantly.

Wang Yan switched positions with another pale clone, avoiding further suppression, and fired another shot.

boom.

The faceless projection raised its hand to block again.

"You're weak, but you have quite a few strange items on you."

He had barely finished speaking.

The black mirror inside the mirror coffin lit up simultaneously.

The stage area that Wang Yan unfolded pressed out from behind the mirror.

The two fields collided.

The black mirror vibrated.

The edge of the red stage gradually swallowed the gray-white area.

The faceless projection finally paused for a moment.

Its face, devoid of features, reveals no expression, yet one can clearly sense a shift in its focus.

"Domain? You have a domain too?!"

He looked at Wang Yan's face and recognized him.

"So it was you. I've seen you before in the eyes of the old man in the mirror coffin."

"Mirror coffin, mask, hunting rifle, pale sword."

"And this theater ticket."

He paused again.

"No! You still smell like the [Memory Eater]."

"Six high-level artifacts have been revealed."

"How could a human possibly possess so many wondrous artifacts at the same time?"

Wang Yan frowned.

trouble.

The object in front of him was not the other party's true form.

Even if you defeat him here, his true form will most likely still know this information.

For the first time, the faceless figure's voice showed obvious interest.

You have a secret, a very big secret.

"It doesn't matter if the Jiangdong plan fails now that I've seen you."

"If I find your secret, I will get something more valuable than Jiangdong."

Wang Yan's eyes turned cold.

"Then you deserve to die even more."

He no longer holds back.

The field of [theater tickets] has been fully expanded.

The inside of the mirror coffin transformed into a closed stage.

A dense crowd of faceless spectators appeared in the surrounding seats.

They had no facial features, yet they all looked at the faceless projection.

[One call, a hundred responses] activated.

Wang Yan's domain strength instantly increased.

The red stage dominated the gray and white area, forcefully carving out a large chunk of it.

The gray-white light emanating from the faceless figure dimmed noticeably.

He immediately contracted his domain, concentrating all his remaining power around his body.

"Interesting, very interesting!"

Wang Yan did not give him a chance to continue speaking.

The Blood Chain was flung out, instantly binding the faceless figure's arms and torso.

The pale clones pounced from all directions.

The person in the mirror also crawled out of the black mirror and joined forces with the pale clone to attack.

The faceless figure was about to break free of the blood chains.

Wang Yan let out a jeer.

"Alas!"

[Spectator privilege: Booing] activated.

The faceless figure paused briefly.

It was in that very moment.

Wang Yan and his pale clone switched places, appearing behind him.

The whistling shotgun was pressed against his vest.

boom.

boom.

boom.

Gunshots rang out continuously.

Every shot carries the weight of the watchful eyes of the faceless spectators.

The faceless figure's grey-white holy robe was riddled with holes.

He suddenly turned around, intending to use his domain to suppress Wang Yan.

But the Seven Sins in Wang Yan's eyes were already shining brightly.

[Arrogance] lowers its judgment, preventing it from accurately pinpointing Wang Yan's position.

Jealousy tears at the control, creating cracks in the area it protects.

[Rage] Transformed into black and red flames, directly burning towards the source of the projection.

[Lazy] Slows down the action, making each of its counterattacks a beat slower.

[Greed] Drains power, further widening the cracks created by the blood chains.

[Gluttony] bites at the projection, causing pieces of gray-white light to disappear.

[Lust] Disrupts the pull of faith, causing the power delivered by the ritual array to temporarily deviate.

Seven punishments were imposed simultaneously.

The faceless figure let out its first muffled groan.

Wang Yan did not stop.

The blood chains tightened more and more.

The pale clone slashed down with each sword strike.

The person in the mirror held onto his limbs from within the mirror.

The hunting rifle kept firing.

The red stage continued to press forward, as if trying to completely swallow the projection.

The body without a surface projection becomes increasingly transparent.

But then he suddenly laughed.

"it is good."

"it is good."

"Wang Yan".

"I'll remember you."

Upon hearing this, Wang Yan immediately took a half step back.

[Spectator Privilege: Cheers] Activated.

The faceless audience members all looked up at the same time.

A surge of energy flowed back into Wang Yan's body, quickly easing some of his fatigue.

He was preparing to play another round.

The faceless figure was already nearly transparent.

His greyish-white crown shattered into several pieces.

The halo behind it was reduced to a faint trace.

"Don't die before I truly find you."

Your secret belongs to me.

Wang Yan pulled the trigger.

The final shot pierced his chest.

The faceless figure completely dispersed.

The gray-white area then collapsed.

A piercing cracking sound came from inside the sacrificial array.

Wang Yan did not show any signs of relaxation.

Because he knew that what had just been dispersed was merely a projection.

The original body is still somewhere.

What's more troublesome is that the other party has already set their sights on him.

Wang Yan put away the theater tickets, letting the illusory image of the red stage disappear into the depths of the mirror light.

He then removed the [Mirror Coffin].

Suddenly, voices from the outside world flooded in.

The platform was already littered with the corpses of the calamities.

Lin Youyou leaned against a broken stone pillar, panting heavily.

The mountain-breaking drill in Shen Qingli's hand was still spinning at a low speed, and there were several more tear marks on her black trench coat.

Behind them, several support personnel from the Jiangdong Administration Bureau had just arrived.

Wang Liqun was among them.

His face was still a little pale, clearly indicating that he had just woken up from his coma and rushed over.

Everyone fell silent for a moment when they saw Wang Yan emerge unharmed.

The next moment, the long-suppressed cheers exploded.

"They're out!"

"Wang Yan is out!"

"The domain's suppression has disappeared!"

"He took care of that thing!"

One of the management staff members' legs gave way and he sat down on the ground, unable to hold back his laughter.

"Headquarters support hasn't arrived yet."

"We in Jiangdong held on by ourselves!"

Wang Liqun walked quickly to Wang Yan and patted him on the shoulder.

"It's good that you're alright."

"It's good that you're alright."

He actually wanted to know what had happened inside.

But the words stuck in his throat.

Being alive now is more important than any explanation.

Lin Youyou also came over.

She looked at Wang Yan, her voice still tinged with shock.

"Wang Yan, how did you do that?"

"Once that kind of pressure came down, I could barely use my perception doll anymore."

"You actually managed to take him down by yourself?"

Wang Yan glanced at her.

"He has not fully arrived."

"If he really comes down, no one will need to fight; one touch from him and they'll die."

Lin Youyou opened her mouth.

She knew Wang Yan made it sound so easy.

But she had just personally experienced that oppressive force.

Even a projection that hasn't fully descended is enough to kill an ordinary A-level weapon wielder.

It's already outrageous that Wang Yan was able to come out of the mirror coffin alive.

Not to mention that he actually shattered the projection.

Shen Qingli put away the broken mountain drill and walked up to Wang Yan.

Her gaze was much more serious than before.

"You are very strong."

"They're so strong, it's hard to believe that someone from a place like Jiangdong could be raised like this."

Lin Youyou frowned subconsciously.

Shen Qingli did not continue to probe, but simply said, "This time I owe you my life."

"If you hadn't blocked that thing inside, Lin Youyou and I would have lasted at most a minute."

Wang Yan waved his hand.

"Don't rush to say these things."

He glanced at the corpses scattered on the ground.

"What about the upside-down saints?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Youyou's expression changed.

She was busy clearing away the external calamities and had no energy to keep an eye on the [Upside-Down Saint].

Shen Qingli said in a deep voice, "They ran away."