AnalogHorror: Rule Kaidan 4016
Chapter 752 - 347 "Surfing"_2

Chapter 752: Chapter 347 "Surfing"_2

And around that lightning, Lin Yi observed some figures illuminated in white!

These figures floated in the sky like wraiths, dressed in Hima Chun, with a pair of pure white ethereal wings spread wide, some holding hourglasses, others with empty hands, gliding in the wind on that side.

"Sneering Angels!"

Lin Yi was secretly shocked in his heart, then he discovered, besides the area lit by lightning, in the dark and dull sky, in places that vision could not clearly observe, there were Sneering Angels one after another!

These Sneering Angels were innumerable, much like a swarm of dragonflies flying low over the field before a storm arrives, continuously circling around the Art Building, occasionally launching wave-like assaults against the Art Building.

However, the fortress-like exterior of the Art Building seemingly exhibited an invisible barrier, just like the kind of light shield one often sees in an animated series set in the Underwater Dragon Palace.

That "shield" was illusionary, ordinarily imperceptible, but where it bordered, the speed of the raging storm showed a slight disparity, and under such relative speeds, the invisible barrier was outlined, observed by Lin Yi in a faint notion.

And those Sneering Angels continually collided with that barrier, creating one dent after another on its surface, like poking at a balloon.

There were also some Sneering Angels who had breached that barrier, squeezing through.

The situation inside, Lin Yi couldn’t see clearly, that barrier seemed to be like the plastic wind curtains in the Cafeteria, apparently dividing certain Layers, making it difficult to observe everything from the outside in.

In contrast to the Sneering Angels fluttering in the air, it was the ground that truly faced the pressing pressure from the Night Species Crowd.

On the cliff in front of the Art Building, countless Purebred Nightwalkers could be seen!

These Purebred Nightwalkers appeared as Lin Yi had seen in Phantom Vision, pushed onto dark rocks by a black surge, then they emerged one after another, continuously invading the cliffs where the Art Building stood, like a horrifying insect tide, climbing the nearly smooth rock walls covered in Moss.

Not only were the cliff faces covered with Purebred Nightwalkers, but just below the Stone Bridge that led from the Art Teacher’s Watchtower to the main structure of the Art Building, its thick pillars were also crawling with Purebred Nightwalkers, emerging from the sea, desperately grabbing onto that pillar, and climbing upwards like ants bit by bit.

Nevertheless, those Purebred Nightwalkers, despite continuously swarming the Stone Bridge, didn’t dare to climb onto it, only daring to crawl in the shadowed, jagged space behind the bridge.

Just their numbers were truly overwhelming, from afar looking like a massive group of geckos hanging upside down from the ceiling, wriggling towards the Art Building and Watchtower.

The storm enveloped the entire castle, with raindrops the size of soybeans ceaselessly pounding on those weathered rock brick walls, bursting countless water splashes.

"Whoosh—"

Old Mo carrying Lin Yi shot towards the Art Building like Gang Ge Ni’er, even creating a meteor-like trail in the vast night...

They quickly entered the range of the Art Building but did not collide with the barrier like the Sneering Angels; instead, they headed directly for the Watchtower where the Art Office was located.

In such a Vision, the Art Building still looked exaggerated like a cartoon, Lin Yi could clearly see droplets of water nearly frozen in the air, lined up like pearls, with each reflecting his smooth, "Faceless" visage.

As they continued to approach the Watchtower, those droplets gradually resumed their motion, the wild wind and rain again began to flow, the twisted Time seemed to be smoothed out, the dim environment started gradually to recover, and the surrounding torrential rain began pouring over his body.

Eventually, Old Mo precisely landed Lin Yi in front of the Watchtower.

Just the moment before their landing, the powerful inertia of the "wave" washed over like a long river of time, a fearsome torrent coming head-on like a steam-powered train.

Old Mo drew his sword slightly, tearing through the wave as easily as ripping a piece of paper, taking Lin Yi out of the path of the storm, landing on the ancient and uneven stone steps in front of the Watchtower.

"Hum—"

A terrifying soundwave swept over from between the layers, as if all the howling winds of the entire journey had been compressed into this brief strand, sharp and piercing in a way that did not resemble any natural sound. Yet, when it reached Lin Yi, it seemed as unable to affect him as if it had been blocked by glass.

That was because Old Mo had already carried Lin Yi rushing out of the "waves" to the shore, leaving that layer.

Feeling the long-missed sense of solidity under his feet, Lin Yi took a deep breath.

But before he could catch his breath, his vision became blank, his eyes briefly went blind, and his ears lost the ability to hear; he felt as if all his five senses had suddenly been peeled away, and he was thrown into a white wasteland.

At the same time, a strong sense of weakness surged from deep within him, as if squeezing out every bit of strength in his body.

He had a deep feeling of suffocation, his mouth wide open but unable to breathe, only able to whimper mute-like.

This moment seemed to last for who knows how long, perhaps only a fleeting instant, yet for him, it felt as long as an entire century...

He gradually recovered some of his senses, but there were no natural sounds in his ears, only a monotonous, dull, emotionless call echoing in the boundless void—

[Lin Yi... Lin Yi... Lin Yi...]

Soon, this voice was drowned out by the rushing wind, and his five senses began to return... as if data reading had lagged and failed to load, and only after a while did it begin to "sync."

However, his vision had barely recovered when he saw something being torn from in front of his eyes, accompanied by a gust of wind and some sharp, shrill noises.

He was stunned again, filled with some confusion, but after all, he couldn’t see clearly, and with Old Mo by his side, he still felt quite assured overall.

With the return of his senses, the feeling of suffocation he had felt all along also vanished, and then he gulped down air like a dehydrated person embracing sweet spring water.

"Huff, huff, huff..."

He breathed heavily, even slumping down on the ground without any regard for his image.

The storm poured down, and Lin Yi’s body was immediately drenched. Compared to that, the puddles on the uneven stone steps seemed trivial.

At this point, Old Mo’s voice sounded in his ears: "This is the aftermath of drawing power from your body. Under the time scale just now, this ’aftereffect’ hadn’t caught up with us when we landed, until just now... You’re still alive, right?"

Lin Yi didn’t have the energy to make any sarcastic retorts, only bitterly curling the corner of his mouth in his heart, knowing that Boss had nearly made him dehydrated...

But it was just like that, the effects of Boss’s training were evident. Lin Yi’s body "drank" in all the breath around him at a terrifying rate. Then, instinctively transforming it within him, he filled his emptiness with the pure sky blue aura rapidly.

Yet, even so, his body still experienced a strong sensation of hunger.

While resting, he suddenly noticed a peculiar noise nearby and hurriedly looked over. What he saw shocked him immensely.

He saw Old Mo stepping on a translucent creature at the edge of the Watchtower not far away, grabbing a pair of wings and forcefully tearing at them.

"Huff, huff... Sneering Angel...?!" Despite his extreme weakness, Lin Yi exclaimed in shock.