Life Game In Other World
Chapter 1310: Liu Zhengyun

Chapter 1310: Chapter 1310: Liu Zhengyun

A cluster of crimson eyes opened from the sky, resembling countless pearls dangling from the clouds, gathered over the black cloud, observing every corner of the hall.

Gazes swept swiftly across everything beneath the sky, like the scythes of the Grim Reaper.

At the moment those crimson gazes passed, He Ao felt as if his soul was sliced by a cold wind carrying ice crystals. His movements suddenly halted, plunging into a brief paralysis.

He had no doubt; if his soul wasn’t strong enough, these gazes would take away his soul and life the instant they swept over him.

Like the Grim Reaper wandering beneath the night sky, swinging his scythe, reaping life one by one.

So, this is the Night Steward?

He Ao focused his gaze on those crimson eyes, his eyes slightly narrowing.

At this moment, the rapidly expanding black flesh squirmed, enveloping the Shadowless Sword that didn’t have time to fly away, attempting to completely ’seal’ the weapon.

Boom—

And as it squirmed, flickering lightning once again filled the entire hall.

The pervasive electric light resembled a net cast from the sky, tightly wrapping the black cloud.

The gaze, like a scythe, paused. The enormous swelling body froze briefly in the sky.

He Ao raised his hand, and the Shadowless Sword suddenly flew up, tearing the flesh of the black cloud from within, flying towards He Ao’s palm.

And in the sky, the torn wound of the black cloud revealed flesh with a faint purple glow, from which a chilly aura seeped, like polar ice, flowing downwards.

No blood flowed from this flesh, but it squirmed, attempting to reunite once more.

While He Ao gazed at the black cloud in the sky, numerous eyes within the black cloud were also gazing at him.

"Wu—"

The mournful cry echoing through the soul sounded once more in the hall.

He Ao instinctively felt that the state of the ’Night Steward’ was not quite right.

Although he hadn’t truly ’stared’ at the Night Steward before, he heard the Night Steward’s mournful cry more than once. It was a cry tinged with a certain despair, like a wandering spirit wailing in front of an ancient tomb.

But what he witnessed now was the Night Steward, still emitting the same mournful cry, albeit with greater aggression and more terrifying power, yet devoid of that despairing emotion.

Like a puppet using a human’s vocal cords but unable to produce the emotional fluctuation of a human voice.

Recalling the previous ’eye ball’, He Ao gripped the Shadowless Sword in his hand.

Once again, brilliant lightning streaked through the sky, spreading over the black clouds that filled it.

Meanwhile, He Ao leapt up, charging towards the black cloud in the sky.

Having experienced this before, the crimson eyes on the black cloud abruptly shifted their gaze, focusing almost simultaneously on the overwhelming lightning.

Traces of red light emanated from these crimson eyes, growing more intense and powerful.

An intangible pressure spread from the sky, from the earth, from every inch of space.

As though a servant of a great king had brought a royal edict, compelling all ignorant beings to kneel at the king’s feet.

A breath capable of making time and space grow cold spread, causing the light of the lightning in the sky to slow slightly for that instant.

And at the moment the lightning slowed, at the edge of the black cloud, the eyes shifted their gaze towards He Ao below.

The icy chill capable of plundering souls spread over He Ao’s body once more.

This time, under the crimson gazes, the intangible chill seemed to descend from illusion into reality, a bone-chilling cold emerged from the void, enveloping He Ao’s body.

His flesh grew rigid, his consciousness muddled.

The gazes sliced into his body like sharp knives, tearing his flesh, fragmenting his soul.

"Wu—"

The piercing wail echoed through the sky, like the last straw breaking the camel’s back, drifting down, piercing into He Ao’s soul.

The crimson eyes gazed at He Ao, like beasts craving flesh, impatiently waiting.

As if at any moment, He Ao’s body would be torn apart by them, scattered into fragments, becoming their sustenance.

His body appeared to tremble under their manipulation, as if it would be torn apart by this terrifying force.

Then, nothing happened; He Ao’s body continued to tremble, reaching beneath the black cloud, before those dense eyes, yet remained unbroken.

At this moment, silence engulfed the world.

The massive black cloud began quivering violently. The crimson eyes finally realized they had been ’deceived’.

The opponent feigned being shattered, merely to draw their concentrated attention.

However, it was too late for the eyes to change their actions now.

Brilliant lightning suddenly converged, like a raging flood, descending from the sky, crashing upon the black cloud.

"Wu—"

The sharp wail resounded once more.

Illusionary shadows emerged above the black cloud.

Among them are lizards, rabbits, fierce tigers, and indistinct human silhouettes.

He Ao could easily discern these were illusionary spiritual bodies.

Or, rather, souls held captive by the black cloud through some means.

Yet, these souls were evidently no match for the intense and fierce lightning.

Just as they were torn from the black cloud, they were swept away by the fierce lightning, shredding the intangible force binding them.

As the soul spirits lost their constraints, they quickly dispersed, and the brilliant lightning further pressed down, penetrating the black cloud with even greater force than before.

The surging electric light plunged the black cloud into a peculiar paralysis.

At this point, He Ao who had been ’trembling’ as he charged towards the black cloud, finally raised the Shadowless Sword in his hand.

The invisible blade departed from He Ao’s palm, instantly transforming into a sword light piercing the darkness, slashing through the sky.

Under the gaze of the crimson eyes, the twisted black cloud was split in two at that moment.

Squirming flesh extended countless tendrils, trying to reach beyond the sword-split wound and entwine once more.

A faint red glow emerged from between the flesh, like some dreadful catalyst accelerating the tendril growth tenfold.

But ultimately these tendrils failed to entwine as, in the moment the wound was slashed by the Shadowless Sword, endless lightning surged down the wound, encircling and scorching most of the tendrils.

At the same time, He Ao raised his hand, swinging the Shadowless Sword that had returned to his palm.

Brilliant sword lights streaked across the sky, and in an instant, sliced through the black cloud’s body.

Terrifying wounds crisscrossed, each sword cutting the massive black cloud into numerous scattered fragments.

And each time a sword light cut open a wound, pervasive lightning would spread over, filling the gaps and scorching the freshly sprouted tendrils.

The crimson glow on the black cloud grew increasingly intense and fierce, yet couldn’t change the fact that wounds were multiplying across the black cloud.

Eventually, with He Ao’s last sword swing, the cloud, already divided into hundreds of pieces, lost its control over its body, beginning to quiver violently.

"Wu—"

The painful, desperate wails once again echoed in He Ao’s ears, and those eyes scattered across the black clouds seemed to recall something, slightly lifting their gaze.

Bang—

Accompanied by a crisp sound, the countless fragments of black clouds finally reached their limit, shattering with a roar, transforming into pieces of flesh scattered across the sky.

At this moment, the permeating electric light rose between Heaven and Earth, acting upon these pieces of flesh, tearing them apart completely to prevent the pollution from spreading again.

When all the flesh was torn apart, the brilliant Thunder gradually quieted down.

The radiant glimmer that filled the hall faded away bit by bit, engulfing the entire hall in silent darkness once more.

He Ao glanced around, noticing that all the remaining flesh had been shredded, yet the Talent Sequences or Transcendent Prop of the ’Night Steward’ did not drop.

Did someone ’take it’?

So were they all along fighting a ’Night Steward’ whose core power had been taken away?

No, the re-implanted core power should be even stronger than the Night Steward’s own core power.

"The situation seems a bit special."

The misty darkness was illuminated by electric light as Li Cheng, holding Andaville’s Spear, slowly emerged from the shadows, looking toward He Ao.

"How is your condition?" He Ao asked softly, observing Liu Zhengyun’s pale cheeks.

"No major issues," Li Cheng shook his head, "That red light was too strong, I had to mobilize some higher-tier power."

The red light Li Cheng referred to was the glow that had just emanated from the Night Steward, using its assistance to even momentarily slow down Li Cheng’s electric light.

Just like Li Cheng’s Andaville’s Spear, it was a higher-tier power.

The current Night Steward was much stronger than when He Ao first encountered it, both in Position and in strength.

It could even force Li Cheng to use Angel Designation power.

In the previous battle, Li Cheng was assisting while He Ao attacked, not because Li Cheng couldn’t output, but because, as the owner of Andaville’s Spear, He Ao needed him to conserve energy.

For a mortal to control Angel Tier power, a price must be paid.

And their future enemies would only grow stronger, He Ao needed Li Cheng to preserve enough power to handle the stronger foes ahead.

So in the earlier battle, it was always Li Cheng assisting, He Ao attacking, to conserve more of Li Cheng’s strength.

However, they didn’t expect that just this one eyeball, a seemingly contaminated Night Steward, could force them to employ a portion of Angel Tier power.

If this continued, they might not even make it to the end, exhausted by these ’eyeballs’ carrying Angel power en route.

Li Cheng sighed softly, "We’re depleting our control of power further."

Bang—

But as soon as Li Cheng sighed, the enormous spherical hall they were in began shaking violently.

"Is the hall going to collapse?"

Li Cheng was slightly stunned.

"I don’t know."

He Ao shook his head, his gaze falling in the deepest part of the hall, in front of the tightly closed door.

"Shall we head straight there?"

Li Cheng shouted, looking toward the door where He Ao’s gaze was fixed.

"Okay."

He Ao responded.

The two moved swiftly toward the closed door, one in front of the other.

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Main World

He Ao came to a halt in the forest, looking up at the surrounding dim forest, frowning slightly.

At this moment, they had already moved away from the airport location, venturing westward into the forest.

"Lost the clue?" Ming Guang, following behind him, asked in a low voice.

"Perhaps the situation is worse."

He Ao glanced at the black night above, speaking softly.

In his field of view, the traces left by the Eye of the World Fragment had completely disappeared, the entire night was pitch-black, leaving no trace.

This was unreasonable.

Under normal circumstances, even if traces vanished, there would be at least some remnants, a gradual transition, instead of nothing.

A complete absence of traces, stopping abruptly, likely meant one thing.

These ’traces’ were Liu Zhengyun’s illusions.

The Eye of the World Fragment itself was capable of erasing marks from the World Bottom Layer.

Liu Zhengyun deliberately left traces of moving westward, guiding the subsequent investigators to pursue them.

Misleading their investigation direction.

"Were we misled?"

Although Ming Guang didn’t know exactly what He Ao saw, from He Ao’s expression and his understanding of Liu Zhengyun, he could roughly guess what had just happened.

"Yes."

He Ao nodded gently.

"I always thought, Old Liu probably wouldn’t head west," Ming Guang pondered, gazing at the night sky, "He surely made arrangements elsewhere, but with such a tactic, we’re completely clueless about his whereabouts now."

"Every flight path is planned, an unexpected plane appearance would stand out," He Ao retracted his gaze, speaking softly, "Let’s ask air traffic control first to see if it’s possible to locate Director Liu’s plane."

"Yes."

Ming Guang also agreed with He Ao’s line of thinking, nodding softly.

The two retracted their gaze and turned back towards where they came from.

While walking, He Ao glanced back to the west, looked at the place where the traces vanished, and frowned slightly.

He withdrew his gaze, looking at Ming Guang, speaking softly, "Is there anything Director Liu paid special attention to, something he couldn’t forget?"

"Do you want to use this as a breakthrough point? Let me think,"

Ming Guang listened to He Ao’s words, pondering for a moment, then looked up at He Ao, shaking his head, "Old Liu is too cautious, I can’t think of anything he was particularly attentive about right now."

He suggested softly, "Perhaps you could look into Old Liu’s records, with your current access, you should be able to find some clues."

"Alright."

He Ao nodded slightly.

He looked up at the clear moon in the sky.

What exactly did Liu Zhengyun encounter?