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Chapter 529 Even Death himself can't do it!
As is well known, the altitude of satellite orbits is generally classified into three levels.

Low Earth orbit is approximately 150 to 2000 kilometers above the Earth's surface, and objects such as the International Space Station and remote sensing satellites are deployed within this range.

Due to atmospheric drag, low-Earth orbit satellites require regular orbit maintenance and satellite upkeep.

Otherwise, the satellite's lifespan would be greatly shortened, which could easily lead to significant losses.

Without a doubt, the satellite affected by Death was a military satellite located in low Earth orbit, responsible for carrying out a certain tactical reconnaissance mission.

Satellites like these typically have a lifespan of only seven to twenty-one days.

Therefore, even if an accident occurs, it will still be within a reasonable range of fluctuations.

Death chose the maximum value from this range, leading to the worst possible outcome, which is why the unexpected event that Su Haoming just witnessed occurred.

However, compared to the Grim Reaper's ingenious maneuver, Su Haoming was more concerned about the satellite's altitude.

Admittedly, low-Earth orbit satellites are more likely to experience accidents than high-Earth orbit satellites.

But in the face of the mighty Grim Reaper, there is no difference between the two; adjusting atmospheric factors and summoning meteorite impacts should be the same to Him.

But why does it have to be a low-orbit satellite?

A guess arose in Su Haoming's mind, so he immediately rushed into the sky, wanting to verify it.

With the full speed of the Primordial Golden Elixir, it wasn't long before he left Earth and arrived in space, about several hundred kilometers above the Earth's surface.

At this altitude, the surroundings are already littered with various rocks, metals, and space debris.

However, these objects are not large enough and their structure is not strong enough. If they were turned into meteorites, they would burn up completely due to atmospheric friction before they fell to the ground.

But in the space where Su Haoming is currently located, Death doesn't need to worry too much.

Soon, many meteoroids that could not become meteorites collided with each other, and in a series of chain reactions, they turned into streaks of light that crashed into Su Haoming in space.

However, the speed of these meteoroids was far slower than Su Haoming's Golden Core escape speed.

He confirmed that this altitude was still within Death's control, so he continued to fly outwards.

But even after leaving the Earth's surface at a distance of 1,500 kilometers, the surrounding meteoroids will still undergo complex and bizarre chain reactions.

"...Could I have guessed wrong?"

"Death's gaze has no limits. The reason for deorbiting the satellite is simply because it's more reasonable for an accident to occur on a low-orbit satellite?"

Su Haoming frowned, a hint of doubt creeping into his mind about his own guess.

But since things have come to this, it's somewhat unwilling to go back like this.

With the mindset of "since I'm already here," Su Haoming simply cast aside all distractions and continued his journey into even more distant space.

After some time, he finally arrived at a place about two thousand kilometers above the Earth's surface.

Just as he rushed out of the two thousand-kilometer range, the invisible shadow that had been following him like a leech, shrouding his mind, suddenly receded like flowing water.

Su Haoming's mind stirred, and he immediately stopped in space, looking down at the blue planet.

As expected, the meteoroid that had been able to accurately pursue him just moments before was now completely lost.

Even though many meteoroids exceeded the range of two thousand kilometers, they still could not find Su Haoming's whereabouts and could only pass by him like normal meteoroids.

"Hahaha!"

"It was actually two thousand kilometers!"

Su Haoming grinned, looking around at the meteoroids with immense joy.

"The mighty Grim Reaper can only influence a range with a diameter of about 16,000 kilometers, which is even smaller than the territory of a single holy land in the world of Shrouding the Heavens. You are disgracing the Grim Reaper!"

"Trash! Useless! Idiot! Scum! Fool!"

Su Haoming hovered in the deep and dark space, his divine sense surging and undulating. He cursed the Grim Reaper for a full ten minutes before finally stopping, feeling refreshed and still wanting more.

Unfortunately, this so-called Grim Reaper can only see space up to 2,000 kilometers away.

Death is probably not fortunate enough to receive such heartfelt praise from Su Haoming...

But that's okay, as long as he's having fun!

But after the initial excitement, a serious problem arose before Su Haoming—

Death's vision does have its limits, but if he wants to continue investigating this world, he must return to Earth and re-enter Death's field of vision.

Su Haoming frowned, gazing at the azure Earth in front of him, lost in thought.

Soon, he had an idea, so he decisively sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and began to practice his internal energy.

"Om-"

In an instant, the flesh and blood body transformed into countless rapidly rotating pale blue streams of air.

Streams of energy surged forth and recombine beside this energy body to form an identical figure!

Since the Grim Reaper's gaze cannot penetrate a height of two thousand kilometers, wouldn't it be enough for Su Haoming to simply leave his main body behind and send only his energy clones to travel on Earth?
If Death sees his clone as another person, that would be best.

If not, it doesn't matter. Anyway, his true form is outside the Grim Reaper's sight, so no matter what he does, he won't be under the Grim Reaper's constant gaze like before.

Thinking of this, Su Haoming had an idea and immediately began to modify his energy clone, trying his best to weaken the connection with his main body and make it become another person in various senses.

About ten hours later, a total of twenty-eight figures suddenly appeared in space.

Apart from Su Haoming in the very center, the other twenty-seven people all had different appearances and auras.

Su Haoming smiled warmly, his gaze slowly sweeping over the twenty-seven people. He then cupped his hands in a salute and transmitted his thoughts telepathically:
"In that case, I entrust the Earth to you fellow Daoists!"

"good!"

The twenty-seven clones laughed and agreed, then turned their gaze to the distant blue planet.

……

...At the same time, New York City had already fallen into the night of the second day.

The demons and monsters hidden in the city have reappeared, starting a nighttime revelry in every street and alley.

But this time, also appearing in the night were several Su Haomings, each with a different appearance and a different aura...

Under the dim streetlights, three young men, reeking of alcohol, walked arm in arm, laughing heartily, and staggering toward the residential area ahead.

Suddenly, a tall figure appeared behind the slender streetlight.

The three drunken youths were startled. When they came to their senses, the youth on the left was furious and instinctively clenched his fist, wanting to smash it at the person blocking his way.

But before he could make a move, an extremely sinister clown mask came into view.

The young man on the left was startled and quickly stopped punching, looking at the person in front of him with suspicion.

He was wearing a clown mask with a sinister grin, an expensive orange suit, and a top black hat. He looked like a character straight out of a horror movie, both terrifying and eerie.

"……what's the situation?"

The young man on the left couldn't help but blurt it out.

Is today Halloween?

"Of course not, you idiot!"

The tattooed youth in the middle glared at him, then glanced at the clown in the suit a few times before looking around with a smile.

"I've seen people like you before—is this a prank video?"

"Where are your accomplices? Where are the cameras?"

"Do you really think this level of prank can scare us?"

"Hmph, let me tell you, you've messed with the wrong person!"

As he finished speaking, the tattooed youth let out a sharp shout, decisively drew a pistol from his waist with his right hand, and pointed it at the clown in the suit's head with a sinister grin.

The clown was startled and quickly raised his hands to indicate that he meant no harm.

Then, with a flick of his right hand, he conjured a deck of cards out of thin air and skillfully began to cut them into flower shapes.

In just a few seconds, the playing cards flew up and down, dazzling the three drunken youths.

The tattooed youth holding the pistol's eyes lit up; he finally realized who the clown was.

"Are you a magician?"

The clown nodded repeatedly, indicating that he was the magician.

"That's great!"

The three young men exchanged smiles. The tattooed youth brandished his pistol and said with a grin, "Come on, show me a few moves. If you do well, you can keep this expensive suit. If you don't..."

A fierce glint flashed in the tattooed youth's eyes, and he lightly tapped the hammer with his thumb.

The clown was terrified and quickly took out a pair of handcuffs. He first tapped them twice on a street lamp to show that they were real handcuffs, and then handcuffed himself and showed them to the three of them.

"and then?"

The three young people watched the performance with great interest.

The clown raised a finger to indicate that he should calm down, then gently shook his arms and suddenly lifted them upwards, actually breaking free of the handcuffs and freeing his arms.

"Amazing!"

The young man in black on the right exclaimed, "Where are the handcuffs?"

The clown crossed his arms, leaned against the streetlight, and tilted his head.

The next second, a scream came from the tattooed youth next to him. The youth in black quickly turned his head and saw that his two companions had been handcuffed together at some point and were now trying to break free in a panic.

"Damn it—how did you do that?!"

"Quickly untie us!"

Unable to break free, the tattooed youth angrily pointed his gun at the clown.

The clown shrugged, indicating that he couldn't help.

Enraged, the tattooed youth pulled the trigger hard.

However, when the trigger was pulled, no bullet was fired. Instead, a sharp pain shot through his left hand, causing the tattooed youth to scream and drop the pistol.

The young man in black was shocked and quickly looked at his companion's left hand.

The once intact hand was now a bloody mess, with all five fingers missing.

The clown tilted his head, then suddenly raised a finger as if he had an idea, and bent down to pick up the blood-stained pistol from the ground.

After removing the magazines, the three were horrified to find that the place where bullets should have been loaded had been replaced by bloody fingers!
Haha, here it is!

The clown used exaggerated gestures to proudly show the magazine to the three men.

After the three people had finished watching, he even bowed, as if he were giving his final curtain call and waiting for the three audience members to applaud him.

However, at this moment, the three young men were filled with shock and fear.

Their bodies trembled, their teeth chattered, as if they were about to turn and flee at any moment.

But before they could turn around, a slow, steady clapping sound suddenly came from behind them.

The three young men instinctively looked in the direction of the voice and saw a strange young Chinese man walking slowly towards them, clapping and smiling at the clown in the suit, saying:
"Fantastic! Fantastic!"

"I haven't seen such amazing magic in ages!"

"If you don't mind, how about you perform one more for me?"

(End of this chapter)