The Comprehensive Evolution of American Comics.

Chapter 1140

Electricity is a terrifying thing, after all, most of the aliens in this broken watch can't withstand electricity.

This piercing mark is quite a nice thing. Because of the shapeshifter, Yang Le also learned about its workings. Essentially, it's a kind of nanorobot that's been etched into the body using special equipment.

It's very difficult to remove these nanobots using unorthodox methods; generally, they can only be removed using controllers worn by prison guards.

However, this is not a problem for Yang Le, who possesses shapeshifters. These nanobots without autonomous AI can be easily destroyed.

“Another one.” Casimos smiled bitterly. “I wonder when Tesserlandon will finally be liberated.”

"It won't be long." Yang Le comforted the dejected Triceratops in front of him. No matter what, he always respected people like Casimos who truly cared about the people, especially since he wanted to end a never-ending struggle.

"Many in the army of Tetherlandon are already tired of war. What the people of Tetherlandon lack now is an opportunity and someone to guide them."

"I hope so." Casimos was clearly not in a good mood and didn't want to talk about anything related to Tesserlandon anymore.

"Alright friend, let's not talk about those discouraging things. I'm going to tell you some of the rules here first. Don't worry, I'm not trying to intimidate you. These rules will make you more comfortable here."

"Let's wait a bit," Yang Le stopped Casimos. "I have some friends behind me; it's not too late to talk to them when they arrive."

When Casimos heard Yang Le mention friends, he assumed that several more Taserlandons like them would arrive, which made him even more withdrawn. Yang Le quickly explained the situation to calm him down.

Not long after, Yang Le heard a commotion and knew without a doubt that Leonardo and the others had arrived.

Quietly approaching the doorway, they indeed saw the four divine turtles. Unlike Yang Le, who entered normally, Leonardo and his group clearly received special treatment.

The man called Golo, a Teserlandon, was probably a warden-like figure here. He was currently wielding a whip crackling with electricity, lashing Raphael.

Leonardo and the others tried to help, but were knocked to the ground by the electric current, unable to even stand up, let alone fight back.

Clearly, Golo was specifically instructed to keep a close watch on the four turtles, presumably to extract information from them about Dr. Fuckey Todd's whereabouts.

Unfortunately, the four turtles had no idea where Dr. Fuctod had been taken, and of course, even if they did know, they wouldn't tell just because of the pain.

Seeing that Golo was getting more and more addicted to whipping, Yang Le knew he couldn't just sit idly by. He quickly stepped out of the shadows and grabbed the whip that was being swung behind him.

"What the hell... what's going on?"

Golo swung his whip and realized he couldn't pull it back. He immediately turned around and saw Yang Le holding the whip behind him.

"It's Spike!" Michelangelo exclaimed with delight. "My friend, I've missed you so much! But I think you should put down your whip first."

Just as he said, because Yang Le was holding the electric whip, the current from the whip was being continuously transmitted to him. Most creatures probably couldn't have withstood it long ago, but fortunately Yang Le had a backup plan.

Yang Le's backup plan was a bracelet made of N metal. However, because he had become a Taserlandon, the N metal had changed like clothing. Now, the N metal had become a belt that he wore around his waist.

N metal enhances the wearer's physical abilities in all aspects, so this current has no effect on him yet. However, Yang Le still pretended to be in pain, his whole body tense as if he was enduring it.

"Someone wants to play the hero?" Golo's expression changed from surprise to cruelty. He moved his thumb to the button on the whip handle and quickly pressed it.

The next second, an even stronger current surged from the whip. This time, Yang Le did feel uncomfortable. There was nothing he could do; that was just how the physical abilities of the Taserlandon people were.

However, it wasn't enough to cause Yang Le pain, but he still had to play along. He made a sound in response, but Yang Le immediately used his arm strength to forcefully pull Goro, who was holding the whip, over.

"Wow!" Golo screamed and flew towards Yang Le at an extremely fast speed. The latter seized the opportunity and punched Golo in the head. The force of the punch was not light, and it was combined with the speed of Golo's flight.

All I can say is that Golo flew at a fast speed, but he flew backwards at an even faster speed, knocking over several soldiers along the way like a bowling ball.

"Phew~" Yang Le let out a long breath, with wisps of blue smoke rising from his body, making it easy to guess that his body temperature was not low.

"Master Golo!" the soldier who was still standing exclaimed, and quickly took out the controller and pressed it on Yang Le.

The next second, a tremendous force came from Yang Le's wrist, causing his hand to slam into the middle. With a bang, the two bracelets came together and became shackles.

Immediately afterwards, a current no weaker than the output of Golo's electric whip emanated from his shoulder. This time, Yang Le didn't cause any trouble and immediately lay down on the ground.

"Spike!" Leonardo tried to get up from the ground, but the tattoo on his shoulder also emitted an electric current, as did the other three turtles.

"Never mind those prisoners for now," the soldier beside Golo called out. "Get Master Golo to the infirmary first!"

Upon hearing this, the soldiers stopped the electric shocks but did not remove the shackles. They then carried Golo out with the other soldiers, and with a swish, the door closed, and the noisy room returned to silence.

"Oh my god." Michelangelo struggled to his feet. "This experience might give me an allergy to electrical appliances; anything with an electric current will trigger my allergy."

Unlike his brother, Leonardo didn't waste his breath. The first thing he did after standing up was run towards Raphael and Yang Le.

"Raphael! Spike!"

Leonardo ran towards Raphael, and Donatello naturally ran towards Yang Le. However, because their hands were cuffed, they couldn't easily help the two up.

"Let's do it."

Leonardo was just having a hard time when a voice came from the shadows. It was Casimos and a group of prisoners. Unlike Yang Le, they didn't have the courage to face the consequences and had been watching the show from the shadows.

"Who are you?" Leonardo asked warily.

“I know Spike about the gladiators here,” Casimos explained. “Never mind that, treating the wounded is the priority.”

(End of this chapter)