Twisted Dreams

If it’s a Spiritual Artifact, how could it hurt the wielder?!

Li Yang wouldn’t tell Tie Lin that he now has seven Talents. He grabbed the Death Scythe again and swung it toward Tie Lin:

"So much nonsense!"

This time, Tie Lin didn’t dare take it head-on.

He let out a long howl, and the ground trembled.

Two enormous stone palms, mixed with reinforced concrete, rose from the ground and slammed toward Li Yang.

Li Yang faced this attack with gravity.

The entire city was a manifestation of Tie Lin, allowing him to mobilize anything within the city to fight.

The increasingly close giant stone palms made Li Yang alert and cautious.

This was a Tier Seven offense!

As the giant palms mixed with cement and steel reinforcement drew closer, Li Yang’s mind raced.

Luckily, his Tier Six Talent, Death Scythe, was not a mere weapon and could harm Tie Lin.

Even though one of Tie Lin’s Talents was to reinforce his body.

The Death Scythe was his advantage!

In the moment Li Yang figured it out, the massive stone palms struck at him.

After the two stone palms merged, Tie Lin revealed a disdainful smile:

"Hehe, in the Lost City, I am Tier Seven.

How dare a mere Tier Six challenger think he’s Meng Xing?"

As Tie Lin thought it was over and Li Yang was killed by the stone palms, a sound of explosion rang out!

Tie Lin’s expression suddenly changed.

He saw a black figure with a Death Scythe shooting out from the gaps between the merged stone palms!

"Impossible! How are you breaking through the constraints of the Lost City?!"

Tie Lin hurriedly used his single arm to defend, but he was slashed by the Death Scythe and flew away!

He crashed to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Li Yang stood in mid-air, wielding the Death Scythe.

Tie Lin looked bewilderedly at the spot where the stone palms merged.

His pupils suddenly contracted!

Tie Lin saw something wedged in the center of the stone palms.

It was a Headless Giant!

The corpse of a Celestial Race member!

He had once possessed the body of a Celestial Race member!

The physical strength of a Celestial Ghost was astonishing even before death and was even more resilient as an Undead.

The Celestial Ghost couldn’t break free from the stone palms, but the palms couldn’t crush the Celestial Ghost either.

The Celestial Ghost was stuck between the palms, like a stone wedged between merging stone doors.

The Celestial Ghost’s large size left enough space for Li Yang to escape the palm’s control and attack Tie Lin.

Tie Lin’s face turned gloomy.

Turning Celestial Race corpses into puppet-like monsters was also this guy’s Talent!

How is this person’s ability somewhat similar to the president?

...

Second floor, three-story detention center.

Meng Yue noticed the weakening of the prison’s Forbidden Control.

Her beautiful eyes shimmered with surprise:

"Li Yang forced Tie Lin to exert full force with just Tier Six?"

Meng Yue’s charming face broke into a seductive smile:

"He’s the man I’ve chosen.

At this moment, I must help him.

Since he’s forgotten about me, I should do something to rebuild our connection."

Meng Yue bit her finger and began carving runes on the iron-barred gate.

Despite the electric shocks from the Forbidden Control making her delicate body tremble, she fought with all her might to break the control.

Removing the Forbidden Control would not only aid Li Yang but also grant her precious freedom!

After an indeterminate time, the iron-barred gate creaked open.

Meng Yue stepped out, taking a deep breath.

The air outside was more invigorating than inside.

Immediately, Meng Yue unfolded her wings and flew outward.

...

Tie Lin took a deep breath and shouted:

"Attention residents of the Lost City! Proceed immediately to the prison and slay the invader!"

In the Lost City, whether they were office workers, street vendors, or children in school, everyone revealed their green-faced, fang-toothed Celestial Race forms and flew rapidly toward the prison.

Some residents moved sluggishly and the nearby buildings punished them by striking them.

Tie Lin himself was the Lost City and was referred to as the City Lord by the Celestial Race within.

The term City Lord wasn’t one of reverence, but of fear.

The Celestial Race of the Lost City was essentially Tie Lin’s slaves!

A massive swarm of Celestial Race flew towards the prison like a flood.

Li Yang murmured:

"So many people, even a sea of people would drown me."

Li Yang had previously summoned a large number of Undead to control the prison guards.

Yet, those Undead were pitifully few compared to the entire city’s residents.

"Li Yang! Come into the detention center! The residents of the Lost City fear entering the prison cells!"

Suddenly, a commanding female voice sounded from below.

Li Yang looked down, and it was the escaped Meng Yue.

Tie Lin saw Meng Yue and shouted furiously:

"Witch! Go back!"

The detention center held the essence of the Wandering Ones.

The city’s Celestial Race feared the Wandering Ones to their core.

If Li Yang truly retreated into the detention center, Tie Lin would indeed find it difficult to easily handle Li Yang.

Tie Lin locked eyes with Li Yang and declared:

"In the Lost City, I am the absolute ruler!

Li Yang, if you voluntarily enter the prison now and accept my control, I won’t kill you.

Of course, you can also hide in the prison and wait for death.

Even if the Wandering Ones don’t kill you, I can do it in there!

Believe me, killing you would just take a bit of time.

I was greatly depleted in our last fight, otherwise I could control you right now.

Anyway, you can’t escape my grasp."

The detention center was a building, and being in any building was like being inside Tie Lin’s stomach.

Whether outside or inside, it was a dead end.

Li Yang tilted his head:

"I’m quite curious, why would you imprison other Wandering Ones when you are one too?"

Tie Lin didn’t answer directly, merely sneering:

"Once the Lost City’s residents tear you to pieces, I’ll tell you."

Li Yang looked down at Tie Lin with mockery:

"Are you comparing numbers with an Undead Mage?

I wasn’t planning to use this move."

Li Yang extended his left hand, channeling Spiritual Power into the Ghost Face, activating the Necromancer Mask.

The Necromancer Mask emitted a wailing cry like ghosts.

Then, under the boost of tremendous Spiritual Power, countless Ghost Faces floated out of Li Yang’s hand.

Tie Lin and Meng Yu both showed expressions of shock.

"This is... the Necromancer Mask!" Meng Yue’s beautiful eyes sparkled with wonder.

The reborn Li Yang seemed stronger than in another era!

He’s truly the man I chose!

Tie Lin’s face turned grim, astonished:

"You actually stole my talent and refined it! How is this possible?!"

Tie Lin was too familiar with those Ghost Faces; it was his Talent, the Necromancer Mask!

By rights, if Li Yang had obtained the Necromancer Mask, there were only two possibilities.

First, he expended every effort to discard the Necromancer Mask Talent.

Second, he acquired the Necromancer Mask but went berserk, eventually dying of exhaustion!

Refining the Necromancer Mask to become his Talent?

This was beyond Tie Lin’s imagination!