As soon as the Human Emperor Banner came out, I became the Lord of the Old Ones

Chapter 260 Locking on the Commander

These attackers are more than twice as adept at sensing danger as the ancient monsters.

Even before the steel bars pierced through the wall panel, they sensed an astonishing murderous intent.

Amidst the black tidal wave, a pair of wings, seemingly formed from lightning, suddenly opened, or like giant, clasped hands, firmly pressing the rapidly spinning steel bars into the middle.

Immediately afterwards, a low roar was heard, and the lightning wings suddenly twisted, causing the steel bars to reverse direction, carrying the force of wind and thunder, and return along the original path, stabbing fiercely towards Xu Yan's face.

Xu Yan tilted his head, and the steel bar, rotating twice as fast, whistled past, severing several strands of his hair and leaving a shocking abrasion on his cheek, before heading straight for the building behind him.

"boom!"

The building behind Xu Yan collapsed as if it had been hit by a cannon, sending up clouds of dust.

In this round of confrontation, the two sides were evenly matched.

However, while the other side firmly locked onto Xu Yan, the loud commotion also drew the attention of the Security Bureau agents who arrived at the scene, making them notice the unusual situation.

There are no fools in the Security Bureau.

It's not that they were completely unaware of the situation in the underground arena.

If it were an accident, it would be understandable if one or two ancient monsters escaped, or if a terminally ill patient with milder symptoms could disguise themselves as a normal person.

But the fact that all the monsters escaped must have been caused by human intervention.

"over there!"

The Spirit Masters of Dawn City, including agents from the Security Bureau and the heavy security forces of Dawn Heavy Industries, quickly discovered the presence of the Black Dream Organization's attack team.

The other party also realized that they had been exposed.

Seven or eight malevolent guardian spirits soared into the sky.

All the fierce and malevolent beings activated to their limits immediately, launching a breakout attempt at any cost.

The ruthless bandit with lightning-like wings on his back glared fiercely in Xu Yan's direction.

Before they could even make a move, they were surrounded and attacked by several security agents and patrol members.

Xu Yan smiled slightly and disappeared into the depths of the smoke and dust before more eyes could notice him.

No, his target wasn't these thugs.

Even the famous "Thunder Claw" mentioned by Long Jianhuan, in Xu Yan's view, is no different from "Festering Quirk," the leader of the Swamp Gang. They are definitely not core members of the Black Dream Organization and could not possibly know too many organizational secrets.

They are merely collaborators of the Black Dream organization, or even simply tools to be used; they are not worth wasting too much effort on.

What Xu Yan is really looking for is...

"found it!"

Soon, on the edge of the increasingly chaotic battlefield, Xu Yan locked onto his prey.

His method of hunting prey was unconventional.

It doesn't use its eyes, nor a thermal imaging system, nor does it release easily startled and fragile guardian spirits like "Phantom Bees" to run around on the battlefield amidst flashing swords and flying bullets.

Instead, they relied on the Emperor's Banner to sense the most subtle, profound, and sinister aura within the Black Dream Squad.

He soon discovered that when the bandits, including "Thunder Claw," went berserk like ancient monsters and fiercely clashed with the spirit masters in Dawn City...

However, a petite figure, still wrapped in a hooded cloak with built-in shielding, camouflage, and even invisibility functions, moved silently towards the outer edge of the battlefield under the cover of her companions, like a shadow lurking in the darkness.

If I'm not mistaken, this guy is the commander of the Black Dream Squad.

Xu Yan's mind raced.

All the data from the surrounding battlefield—from the positions of the Spirit Masters to the distribution of the ancient monsters, from the different types of weapons and ammunition represented by all the gunshots, to the abilities of each terminally ill Spirit Corruption patient, and to the core skills of all the Guardian Spirits used by both sides—all transformed into a surging stream of information, churning and churning in his mind, creating waves of excitement. Three seconds later, Xu Yan took a deep breath and emerged from the depths of the smoke-filled ruins.

They ran head-on into a terminal patient with spiritual erosion.

This guy must have been corrupted by the remnant soul of a powerful being from a super-powerful civilization's magnetic field.

Moreover, the remnant soul cultivates a certain domineering and unparalleled fist technique.

His arms had swelled to their maximum size, with an arm circumference more than twice that of his waist. At first glance, they looked like two elephant legs with a pitifully small head sandwiched between them, making him even more deformed than the mechanical gorilla that had just been torn apart by "Golden Boy" Carlos.

However, his enormous fists were even more deformed than his deformed arms.

Each fist has seven fingers, and when clenched into a ball, lumpy bone tumors bulge out on the fingers and the back of the hand. The bone tumors are surrounded by crisscrossing blue veins, and there is a huge amount of blood with terrifying power inside, which surges and churns non-stop, releasing a shocking wave of energy symbolizing destruction to the outside world through 36,000 pores.

Xu Yan had no idea what kind of being from the Second Era had invaded this guy's body.

But one thing is for sure.

He would rather face a main battle tank from the Fourth Age.

No one wanted to face the roar of those iron fists.

The other party also noticed his presence.

However, it did not launch an attack.

The magnetic field experts of the super-martial civilization are mostly extremely proud beings.

They disdain to take action against ordinary, weak people.

However, when Xu Yan took the initiative to provoke him by throwing a pebble at the guy's head, the situation changed.

Veins like venomous snakes bulged from his temples, meeting at his brow, giving him a mask of uncontrollable rage.

Simply swinging his fists like a warhammer seemed to suck all the air out of the surroundings, making one feel suffocated.

When the enormous iron fist, like a roaring meteorite, slammed into Xu Yan's face, it formed an invisible vortex, seemingly stripping Xu Yan of his five senses, causing the surrounding world to disappear, leaving only the ever-growing and heavier fist in the entire world.

"boom!"

Xu Yan crossed his arms and took a solid punch.

It flew out like a cannonball.

It struck precisely in the path of the Black Dream Squad commander.

"boom!"

Like a cannonball hitting the ground, it created a powerful shockwave that slammed the ground into a crater more than two meters in diameter. The gust of wind it generated carried sharp pebbles, glass, and broken steel bars, and also tore a corner of the hooded cloak on the Black Dream Squad commander's body, which had optical camouflage and aura-shielding functions.

The commander of the Black Dream Squad was startled.

I'm not sure if it was an accident or if I've already been exposed.

"Ouch!"

A terminally ill patient with spiritual erosion, suspected to be possessed by a powerful magnetic field, swung his grotesque arm, longer than his torso, and charged forward like a furious gorilla.

Ignoring Xu Yan, who was curled up in the crater, barely alive and covered in blood.

Through the torn hooded cloak.

The nose of the terminally ill Spirit Erosion Patient twitched as he caught a whiff of the powerful aura that inexplicably excited the remnant soul of the Magnetic Field Warrior.

(End of this chapter)