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Chapter 340. The Wind of the End (2)

"boom----"

The giant wave formed from golden spiritual energy collided violently with the howling gale, tearing and devouring each other before finally collapsing and dissipating into countless points of light.

Feng Shiman felt a sharp pain in her head, as if countless nerves had been instantly stretched taut and almost snapped.

Although towering pillars of wind still swirled and howled around him, forming a seemingly solid barrier, the attack from the mental level carried astonishing penetrating power, and the materialized gale could hardly block it.

He clutched his forehead in pain, his consciousness blurring with each wave of shock, his vision swaying.

Amidst this chaos and disorientation, a long and heavy hum echoed once more from afar—

“Buzz————————”

Feng Shiman suddenly looked up, her pupils trembling.

He was horrified to see that layers upon layers of mental energy fluctuations were once again surging from the distant horizon, like waves rising one after another, so dense that it made his scalp tingle.

They surge forward, pushing against each other, each golden wave a tangible manifestation of boundless spiritual power.

This power, which should have been the result of years of painstaking cultivation by the giants of light, now seemed inexhaustible, flowing one after another into a magnificent yet oppressive golden canopy.

This golden wave, carrying an almost destructive force, effortlessly pierced through the howling wind vortex on the outside, and with unstoppable momentum, it swept straight towards Feng Shiman.

What does it feel like to have your brain overwhelmed by mental power?

It wasn't physical pressure, but a more cruel and painful suppression of mental strength.

When the first wave of golden light arrived, Feng Shiman's thoughts froze instantly, like a flying insect thrown into amber, all his thoughts nailed to the spot.

Following closely behind were countless fragments of external thoughts, carrying a cold will, forcibly flooding in like a red-hot iron plow, ruthlessly churning his memories, emotions, and cognition.

His sense of self began to blur, and his boundaries were dissolving. He "saw" his tragically murdered parents crumble in the golden light, and "heard" his cherished childhood memories being crushed into pieces.

The intense pain does not come from the flesh, but from the fear that the mind is being forcibly dismantled, read, and covered.

Even more devastating was the accompanying profound sense of despair. Faced with this immense spiritual power, as vast as the heavens and earth, he was as insignificant as a ripple on a wave, and all his resentment and unwillingness seemed laughable.

At that moment, though a thousand winds were howling around me, I felt as if the world was empty and dead.

A distant voice resounded directly from the depths of his shattered mind, carrying a seductive calm:
"Give up... merge into this gold, and you will be freed from this pain..."

"Do not--!"

Feng Shiman clutched his head in anguish, his knuckles turning white from the effort. On the verge of losing all consciousness, he forced open his heavy, blurry eyelids. What came into view was an even larger, more solid golden light amidst the waves, sweeping towards him with the force to annihilate everything.

This is Black Eye Pharmaceuticals' ultimate weapon, "His Majesty," lurking deep within the Second Mental Hospital.

She is the world's top mental attacker. Even though she has been fighting against more than a thousand signal towers of television stations all over the mainland all by herself, she can still expend such seemingly inexhaustible mental power at this moment.

In the face of such a being, the mindset of war is as fragile as an ant.

Feng Shiman had no doubt that if he were struck head-on by that extremely concentrated golden light, his consciousness would completely disintegrate in an instant—the most common fate for those who lost on a spiritual level.

Brain death.

Now, all he is enduring is the aftershock of that destructive torrent, yet it is already causing him unbearable pain.

He lowered his hand with trembling hands, and could clearly feel the muscles in his entire body shaking uncontrollably.

In this chaotic abyss where consciousness was about to be completely swallowed up, he resolutely activated his last trump card—

Blood Sacrifice

"The great sovereign who holds the power of ending above truth..."

Feng Shiman felt his blood boiling. The moment he uttered those words, it was as if a pair of eyes had silently opened behind him. That gaze was cold and viscous, like a leech, carrying the chilling pressure unique to the Throne of Death, and it locked onto him firmly.

"I am willing to offer you my flesh and soul, please grant me... strength!"

"Om————"

An even denser and darker power erupted from him, and the swirling wind that pierced the sky was instantly mixed with a thick ink color. At the same moment that ink color spread, the gale seemed to have gained the ability to resist mental attacks, and began to twist and devour the mental erosion that came from the surrounding area.

Feng Shiman felt the blood in his veins burning and boiling, a scorching power surging endlessly, yet a bone-chilling coldness emanated from his limbs and bones—this was the blood sacrifice devouring his body.

"A thousand winds are gone!"

Feng Shiman's lips trembled as she gritted her teeth and uttered those words.

"boom------"

The pitch-black wind, covering the sky and the earth, collided instantly with the golden waves. This time, the blackness completely obscured him and the golden light.

Two forces powerful enough to change the world were locked in a fierce struggle high in the sky, tearing the firmament into two completely different halves: one half was as dark as eternal night, deathly silent and profound; the other half was as bright as dawn, radiant with boundless light.

One inch... two inches...

Having worked at Black Pupil Pharmaceuticals for many years, the feeling of helplessness—being unable to resist mental attacks and always missing the mark—has disappeared for the first time. His wind, carrying the most primal aura of destruction, is roaring, and that deep black color is advancing towards the golden end in a slow but unstoppable manner.

Standing in the eye of the storm, Feng Shiman felt for the first time so clearly that the force surging in his palm was the oldest and purest power of annihilation, capable of overturning heaven and earth and slaughtering all living beings.

……

Meanwhile, high in the sky not far from Black Eye Pharmaceuticals.

Jiang Jianxin squatted on his longsword, carefully holding something in his hands, his expression blank and his movements stiff.

She lowered her head and fiddled with the tiny, gleaming needle in her palm, her mind practically leaping with rage:

[My intuition tells me something's going on.]

My scythe... how did it turn into a needle?

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line before a somewhat vague response came:

[Um... someone just used their strength to pull your scythe thinner.]

Jiang Jianxin could hardly believe his ears:

"How is that possible? My once majestic sickle is now almost invisible in my hand."

Who did this?! Where did all the energy I painstakingly saved up go?!

Intuition paused for a moment before slowly speaking:
Look back at the sky.

Jiang Jianxin subconsciously turned around and looked up—

In the distance, a thick, inky black wind was swirling and churning the clouds, exuding a chilling sense of oppression.

See that?

A voice of intuition faintly sounded.

That big black blob is your power.

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