Twisted Dreams

In the cell at the end of this floor, lies a young man.

Li Yang observes the young man.

Wearing a black T-shirt, a red leather jacket, black jeans, and basketball shoes.

He has a metal necklace and earrings.

This is a very trendy youth.

The young man didn’t hear anyone coming, quietly lying there like a dead person.

Li Yang extends his bone claw and taps on the door.

The youth remains unmoved, still deeply asleep.

In Li Yang’s eyes, the Soul Fire flickers, releasing two black runes.

The third Talent, "Soul Profound Meaning," activates!

The soul of this youth is peculiar, missing something.

Lacking Soul Power, leading to the youth’s deep sleep.

Li Yang senses the youth’s Soul Power is familiar, as if he’s seen it somewhere before.

Before he can think thoroughly, the ground begins to tremble.

"An earthquake?"

Li Yang looks in amazement at the continuously shaking surroundings.

The ceiling starts to crumble, as if the prison is about to collapse.

A furious roar erupts from all directions.

"Who dares to cause trouble in my Lost City?

Li Yang! Is it you!"

Li Yang recognizes this voice.

It’s Tie Lin’s voice!

Li Yang’s vast Spiritual Power instantly envelops the entire prison.

He wants to know where Tie Lin is exactly!

But the result defies his expectations.

Tie Lin is, surprisingly, everywhere!

At this moment, Meng Yu’s voice comes to Li Yang’s ear.

"Li Yang! Be careful! Tie Lin has awakened!

No one in this city can defeat Tie Lin!

Because this city is Tie Lin transformed!"

Li Yang hears this and darts through the rooftop towards open space.

He has no time to admire Tie Lin’s abilities.

If this city is Tie Lin transformed, then he is in danger inside any building.

The battle isn’t as simple as rampaging like in placement games.

Real battles require strategy.

The Death God, clad in a black suit, wearing a round hat, stands in the air holding a Death Scythe.

The strong wind blows the black leather trench coat fiercely.

Li Yang’s eye sockets are continually ignited by Soul Fire.

His heart is not at peace.

He is not afraid, but excited!

Li Yang can feel that the opponent’s combat power is terrifying, a full Tier Seven!

This level of opponent is much more interesting than the corpse of a Celestial Race!

A figure rushes from the dilapidated sheriff’s bureau and stands before Li Yang, full of anger.

Li Yang scrutinizes Tie Lin’s true form.

With a standard crew cut, his face is resolute, his build strong, wearing a sheriff’s uniform, with an amputated arm.

Is this Tie Lin?

Indeed, he has the masculine righteousness of a sheriff.

Tie Lin points his solitary arm at Li Yang, his voice thunderous:

"Li Yang! You really did come!

I knew it, that Witch is here, you’d surely come to save her!!

If I had known earlier that you are the chairman of the Demon Club, I would have killed that Witch!

Too bad, these bastards kept it from me!"

Li Yang recalls the scene when he first met Tie Lin.

Tie Lin’s first words were:

"Are you the chairman of the Demon Club?"

At the time, it sounded like a common question, merely confirming his identity.

Now, if he thinks back, if he were a Wandering One and Tie Lin recognized him, the tone changes.

It was a surprised tone, astonished he was actually the chairman of the Demon Club.

Li Yang said:

"According to you, I really am a Wandering One, and you knew me from that era?"

Tie Lin’s anger becomes more pronounced, veins bulging on his forehead, he says through gritted teeth:

"Starving Ghost Li Yang, the sheriff’s most wanted.

Today, whether you’re here or not, the grudges of that era will be settled in this era!"

Li Yang nods:

"So we do have a feud."

Tie Lin said:

"Last time we met, I gave you a chance.

I could allow your Demon Club to continue developing in preparation for the future Celestial Race invasion.

But your viciousness is exactly the same as the other era version of you.

You’ll never be the hero who saves this world.

A villain will always be a villain.

You are evil to the core!"

Last time, Tie Lin had told Li Yang that he should lead the Demon Club to hide, not meddle in worldly matters, just serve as a tool for war preparedness.

Li Yang perceived it as Tie Lin wanting Demon Club to become sewer rats.

How would Li Yang agree?

Besides, Tie Lin had threatened Li Yang, which was why Li Yang erased the soul attached to the corpse of the Celestial Race.

Li Yang said:

"Even if I truly am a Wandering One, I lost all experiences from that era.

Your hatred towards the other version of me has nothing to do with me now.

If the Starving Ghost you mentioned was a very good person, that person was definitely not me.

If the Starving Ghost you mentioned was a very bad person, that person was definitely not me.

Whether a hero or villain, I can’t be bothered to play the role.

I don’t care for those trivial judgments either."

Li Yang hates certain sayings from the Buddhist Family.

If you did evil in your past life, you must pay the price in this life.

If you did good deeds in this life, you’ll receive blessings in the next life.

To Li Yang, what his past life did has nothing to do with him?

Did that person in the past life also named Li Yang? Had a cat too?

Why should he work hard in this life to do good for benefits in the next?

Isn’t that utterly senseless?

Li Yang feels like his current situation is akin to the Buddhist Family’s ’past life and present life’ saying.

Tie Lin pauses, then shows mockery in his eyes:

"Li Yang, Li Yang, lived another life, have you turned cowardly?

Are you begging me for mercy now?"

"Hehehe, hahaha..."

Li Yang lets out a series of sinister laughs:

"Looks like you couldn’t defeat the other era’s me.

You definitely won’t defeat this era’s me."

Li Yang flips his palm, the Death Scythe in hand, he said faintly:

"Don’t misunderstand, I’m just explaining it to you.

So that when you die, you know who killed you.

It is I who will kill you, not some Starving Ghost."

With that, Li Yang slashes at Tie Lin with the Death Scythe.

The massive black blade expands in the air, slicing the air, producing a fierce tearing sound.

Tie Lin roars, fur sprouts on his body, horns grow on his forehead, transforming into a Minotaur.

This is Tie Lin’s Talent, capable of transforming into a Minotaur, with a massive boost in speed and strength.

Tie Lin swings his fist, fiercely striking towards Li Yang’s Death Scythe!

"Boom boom!"

"Boom!"

A rumbling explosion ensues.

The sky bursts with waves of sonic booms!

Li Yang watches Tie Lin with uncertainty.

To actually physically withstand the Scythe of Death?!

Tie Lin’s fist drips blood, he stares in disbelief at Li Yang’s Scythe of Death:

"This is not a Spiritual Artifact!

This is... Talent!

How many Talents do you actually have?!"