Chapter 443 - 210: Turning the Tables, Annihilating a Star with a Flick
Chapter 443: Chapter 210: Turning the Tables, Annihilating a Star with a Flick
"Even if you break free once, you’ll just be pulled back into the dream again."
"This mission is just too difficult."
Lv Yongze sighed, his eyes fixed on Zhang Daoxuan and Lin Ye on the screen. He finally came to a conclusion.
"If they can’t get past this, they’ll be completely wiped out!"
...
「Dream World.」
Blood gushed from the fatal wound on Zhang Daoxuan’s neck.
As everyone watched, his body crumpled to the ground.
Blood stained the ground red beneath him.
He never stood up again.
Time seemed to stretch on for an eternity.
Everyone stared intently at Zhang Daoxuan’s corpse, waiting for him to save them.
Unfortunately, the wait was agonizingly long.
It was impossible to tell how much time had passed.
Zhang Daoxuan remained lying there, his body even beginning to grow cold and stiff.
His attempt—the one he’d made with his own life—seemed to have... failed.
Anxiety and panic spread through the crowd once more, like a plague.
"He... it looks like he really killed himself..."
"I told you we couldn’t trust him! What now? Are we all going to die here?"
A few even lost control completely, their gazes turning wild as they stared at the murky green lake. They looked ready to throw all caution to the wind and jump in, searching for that illusory sliver of hope.
"Stay the fuck right there!"
Hu Dahai roared, blocking their path.
The captain of Xinhuo’s eyes were bloodshot, his chest heaving violently.
He turned, his nearly frenzied gaze landing on the ever-silent Lin Ye.
"Lin Ye! What now? Just give the word! I trust you!"
"At this point, even if you tell me to go die, I’ll fucking do it!"
Lin Ye ignored him.
He had been thinking this entire time as well.
’Did Zhang Daoxuan really die?’
’Did he really wake up and return to reality?’
’If he’s awake, why hasn’t he done anything?’
’And if he isn’t, then what was the point of his suicide?’
Countless questions surfaced in his mind.
Lin Ye understood that everything hinged on proving this was a dream.
But now, every method of doing so was blocked.
No one knew if they were really in a dream.
’Do I have to take a gamble and just kill myself?’
’No.’
’Betting everything on a gamble was never his style.’
’There has to be another way...’
’Okay, let’s first assume Zhang Daoxuan was telling the truth.’
’That all of this really is a dream.’
’If so, there must be something the creator of this dream can’t interfere with or simulate...’
Suddenly, an idea flashed through Lin Ye’s mind like a bolt of lightning!
’There is!’
’There really is!’
He looked at Hu Dahai. "Keep an eye on everyone. Don’t let anyone do anything rash! I need to... confirm something!"
With that, Lin Ye closed his eyes.
His consciousness sank into a boundless darkness.
He began to reach out... to his minions!
The Rot Eye Race and flies scattered across every corner of the first floor of the Painful Labyrinth!
’If there was one thing in this world that the so-called Black Nightmare Race absolutely couldn’t simulate or interfere with...’
’...it was, without a doubt, the spiritual link between him and his minions—a connection that originated from the System and transcended the rules of this world!’
HUMMM—
His Spiritual Power spread out.
Soon, Lin Ye made contact with a familiar spiritual beacon.
It was a Rot Eye Race minion he had sent to explore the eastern area.
However, this time, the connection felt completely different.
He could feel a faint barrier, like a thin yet incredibly tough membrane, stretched between him and his minion.
Their spiritual communication had a minuscule, yet tangible, delay.
It was like...
Like looking at the world through a layer of frosted glass.
Like the boundary between a dream and reality!
At that moment, Lin Ye no longer had a shred of doubt. Everything Zhang Daoxuan had said must be true!
Without a moment’s hesitation, he issued a command to the Rot Eye Race minion through their spiritual link.
Follow the path everyone took to get here! Go to Channel G-7!
The minion’s obedience was absolute.
In Lin Ye’s mind’s eye, the minion’s point of view shot forward.
It passed through countless familiar corridors, bypassing the traps they had marked.
Finally, the Rot Eye Race minion reached the entrance to Channel G-7.
Then, through the minion’s eyes, Lin Ye saw a sight that left him utterly astonished.
There, in the enormous, deep vertical shaft.
More than thirty people were suspended silently in mid-air.
Their eyes were tightly closed, their faces peaceful, as if they were just asleep.
All of them were members of Xinhuo.
As for Zhang Daoming and the seven or eight Martial Artists from the Kunlun Martial Hall who had appeared earlier—they had never been here at all.
They were complete fabrications of the dream!
Illusions created to sow discord, to make them anxious and turn on each other!
Lin Ye’s heart went cold.
’What a vicious scheme!’
His gaze swept across the crowd. Suddenly, he noticed a gash on the arm of one of the Xinhuo members, their combat suit torn open.
Dark red blood was trickling out, forming into tiny beads in the zero-gravity environment.
Lin Ye remembered it clearly. That wound was from the brawl that had just occurred in the dream!
’Getting hurt in the dream... means your real body gets hurt, too!’
Lin Ye understood the Black Nightmare Race’s goal.
It wanted them to kill each other in the dream, so they would ultimately die in reality!
Lin Ye was certain that even if they hadn’t turned on each other, the acid lake that masqueraded as an exit was undoubtedly a death trap.