Holy Fist
Chapter 531 - 266 Divine Arts, Pseudo Core_2

Chapter 531: 266 Divine Arts, Pseudo Core_2

He turned around, but suddenly he stopped in his tracks.

Ahead, at the dimly lit street corner, a figure in a black robe stood silently. The figure was tall and lean, wearing a purple, ferocious mask. His gaze was dark and chaotic, like a slowly swirling vortex.

In his right hand, he held a staff, a black wooden wand that twisted into a bizarre, delicate spiral. At the gripping area, astonishingly, was a human skull.

Within the skull, in the eye sockets, two tufts of eerie green ghostly fire burned.

Eternal Sleep Sect, a specialist Hypnotist.

"Hehehe, kill at will!"

"We have as many of these lowest-ranked Cult Members as needed, a batch can be trained in a year or two. These wastes, combined with the mask, could actually affect beings of our level, which is unexpected! However, the gap is too huge, hoping to take you down with them is simply unrealistic. Next, let me deal with you ..."

The figure in the black robe walked forward slowly, his voice husky and quietly chuckling.

"Bang!"

The Mecha belted out a punch like a cannonball, sending dust flying. However, only a deep pit was left behind, the figure in the black robe had already disappeared. Yue Yang frowned tightly, he knew he had been tricked.

It was just an illusion.

"Tap!"

Another black-robed figure reappeared on the adjacent street.

He slowly raised his right hand.

"Hypnotic props, Dream Staff!"

Immediately, a powerful, invisible mental fluctuation descended, and became even more surge-like through the amplification of the purple mask.

The person in the black robe swung the top of the staff.

Instantly, the two tufts of Netherworld green fire in the skull’s sockets transformed into colorful pythons five or six meters long and leaped out at a speed as fast as lightning. Yue Yang dodged swiftly, but the Fire Python followed like a shadow, its three figures leaping back and forth rapidly on the street. Ultimately, the Fire Python failed to catch up and exploded on impact with the ground.

Leaving two smoking craters several meters in diameter.

"Whoosh!"

A fiery red afterimage suddenly approached, punching the black-robed figure to pieces. However, Iron Claw swung past, directly tearing the wall behind into shreds.

Still an illusion, not the real body.

"Clap clap clap..."

Another black-robed figure walked out from the darkness of the surrounding street.

He clapped his hands, his eyes seemingly filled with mockery.

"I will wear you down here until you’re exhausted! Don’t think about escaping!"

The black-robed figure raised the Dream Staff and swung it gently in the air. Behind him, another identical black-robed figure stepped out, their movements and demeanor identical. Both figures raised their staffs and swung them again. From the shadows behind, two more figures stepped out. This process repeated in a cycle.

In just a few seconds.

On the surrounding streets, there were suddenly nearly a hundred black-robed figures, completely surrounding the Mecha. They swung their staves simultaneously, and hundreds of green fire pythons burst out of the skull sockets toward Yue Yang.

"Boom boom boom boom boom..."

This scene unfolded in every corner of Sleep Sea Resort.

The team leaders of the corporate battle groups encountered numerous black-robed figures wearing purple masks, special Death Sleep Masters as they rushed into battle. They wielded hypnotic props, which were extremely effective.

Some were huge conch shells with a missing section.

Suddenly blown.

The Biological Mecha Masters in the vicinity stiffened, their faces showing confusion. It was as if sailors on merchant ships listening to the Siren’s dreamy enchanting melody in the middle of the ocean, dying amidst the wonderful temptation. Blood flowed from their seven orifices.

Some were plastic-like yellow flowers.

With a gentle wave.

The light yellow pollen blended into the wind, making the airflow traceable. Inhaling this sickly sweet fragrance instantly induced hallucinations, countless Flower Elves appeared around and rushed suicidally towards you. Touching them would trigger a pollen explosion, with a shocking force. If a Biological Mecha Master died in the hallucination, a yellow flower would immediately sprout on their head, transforming them into senseless Flower Demons, manipulated by the Death Sleep Masters to kill their own teammates.

Various hypnotic props with shocking power.

Combined with the spiritual amplification of the Netherworld Mask, they were unprecedentedly formidable.

"Indeed."

"Netherworld didn’t deceive us, even for a specialist Hypnotist, under the augmentation of a purple-level mask, the power of their Death Eye technique could also be enhanced by at least half. This effect is not inferior to having an additional hypnotic prop..."

"As for the lowest-level cult members, their telekinetic powers are weak, even a super-diluted version of the standard white mask can double their amplification..."

In the center of Sleep Sea Resort, on the balcony of a tall building.

A figure in a golden robe, silently witnessed the whole process. On his face, he wears a ferocious red mask, and his hands are clad in white silk gloves.

He looks majestic and dignified.

This person is the planner of today’s attack, one of the four bishops of the Eternal Sleep Sect. The pattern on the sleeve of his golden robe exudes a sense of nobility and purity.

His gaze is deep, staring into the distance, his pupils slightly flickering.

"The Netherworld Mask test is almost complete."

"Next, we can start experimenting with Divine Arts."

"A synthetic Death Sleep Core! That should only be possessed by Dead Core Level!"

The bishop’s pupils gleamed with excitement. At this moment, he looked down upon the entire Sleep Sea Resort, flashing with lights and gunfire, feeling as if everything was under his control. Before him was the perfect testing ground.

The bishop looked up at the pitch-black sky, then immediately spoke into his headset: "In two more minutes, everyone use the Eternal Sleep Divine Skill!"

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

From the headset, several special-grade Death Sleep Masters responded.

However, two voices were suddenly missing!

Originally, there were five special-grade participants, but only three responded in the headset. The golden-robed bishop’s face changed, and he rebuked sternly.

"Qiu Xing, Xiao Bei, respond!"

With a gentle wave.

Pale-yellow pollen blended into the wind, making the airflow traceable. Smelling this overwhelmingly sweet fragrance immediately creates illusions of countless Flower Elves launching suicide attacks towards you. Upon contact, the pollen explodes with astonishing power. If a Biological Mecha Master dies in the illusion, a yellow flower immediately grows on their head, turning them into a mindless Flower Demon controlled by a Death Sleep Master, attacking their own teammates.

The array of hypnotic props is astonishingly powerful.

Coupled with the spiritual amplification of the Netherworld Mask, it is unprecedentedly formidable.

"Indeed so."

"Netherworld has not deceived us. Even special-grade Hypnotists, under the amplification of the purple-level masks, can enhance the power of their Death Gaze by at least one-half. This effect is equivalent to having an additional hypnotic prop..."

"As for the lowest-level those cult members, their telekinetic powers are weak, even a super-diluted version of the standard white mask can double their amplification..."

In the center of Sleep Sea Resort, on the balcony of a tall building.

A figure in a golden robe, silently witnessed the whole process. On his face, he wears a ferocious red mask, and his hands are clad in white silk gloves.

He looks majestic and dignified.

This person is the planner of today’s attack, one of the four bishops of the Eternal Sleep Sect. The pattern on the sleeve of his golden robe exudes a sense of nobility and purity.

His gaze is deep, staring into the distance, his pupils slightly flickering.

"The Netherworld Mask test is almost complete."

"Next, we can start experimenting with Divine Arts."

"A synthetic Death Sleep Core! That should only be possessed by Dead Core Level!"

The bishop’s pupils gleamed with excitement. At this moment, he looked down upon the entire Sleep Sea Resort, flashing with lights and gunfire, feeling as if everything was under his control. Before him was the perfect testing ground.

The bishop looked up at the pitch-black sky, then immediately spoke into his headset: "In two more minutes, everyone use the Eternal Sleep Divine Skill!"

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

From the headset, several special-grade Death Sleep Masters responded.

However, two voices were suddenly missing!

Originally, there were five special-grade participants, but only three responded in the headset. The golden-robed bishop’s face changed, and he rebuked sternly.

"Qiu Xing, Xiao Bei, respond!"