The Post Sky Tipping Era
Chapter 333 - 228: The Trapped People_2

Chapter 333: Chapter 228: The Trapped People_2

That was not fire, it was pure energy condensed, possessing unimaginable destructive power.

Even a Cultivator who came into contact with those pure energy flames would suffer severe injuries, it was unknown what method Qin Bing used to control such a mass of energy flames.

However, nobody would ask, because what Cross-border didn’t harbor their own secrets?

Qin Bing’s burning palm struck the old theatrical costume in an instant.

His seemingly light blow was enough to destroy everything in front of him, even a fierce ghost would be burned to ashes instantly upon touching these energy flames, leaving not even a trace of ash behind.

"Useless?"

Yet, the old theatrical costume remained intact, undestroyed. Instead, at the moment Qin Bing touched the old costume, a cold, bluish-black hand suddenly reached out from an indelible shadow within the costume and grasped Qin Bing’s wrist.

This attack came abruptly, without any warning, and Qin Bing didn’t even have time to react.

No one could have expected that something would still be hidden inside the clothing, though it had already been searched more than once and nothing was found inside it.

A chilling aura spread all the way through his arm to his whole body, making Qin Bing feel an inexplicable sense of crisis. Even though his Spiritual Sense did not issue a warning, he knew that if he did not break free soon, he might be in danger.

"Get off."

Qin Bing roared, and energy flames burst from his arm, trying to force back the cold hand, but it was ineffective.

This energy flame, which would normally easily destroy a fierce ghost in their world, was useless here against that non-living hand.

Realizing this, Qin Bing exerted force violently once more, trying to throw off the restraint with his powerful physical strength.

However, it still proved useless.

One after another, dense bluish-black eerie hands emerged from the theatrical costume, spreading along Qin Bing’s arm at an unimaginable speed, as if only a few seconds were needed to completely devour him.

Just at that moment,

Li Yi’s towering figure soared through the air. His pupils shining, he delivered a punch and unleashed Fist Gang, striking directly on Qin Bing’s arm.

Bang!

Blood and shattered bones splattered.

Qin Bing’s arm was severed instantly, and he quickly retreated, seizing the opportunity while an involuntary look of panic and unease flashed across his eyes.

"Li Yi, what are you doing?" Zhang Jing asked in shock, hurrying to speak.

"Losing an arm is better than losing a life, wouldn’t you agree, Qin Bing?" Li Yi quickly retreated again, widening the gap between himself and the old theatrical costume.

"Right, losing an arm is better than losing a life." Qin Bing’s severed limb bled profusely, his complexion somewhat pale, yet he didn’t blame Li Yi.

In that situation, severing the arm was the best choice.

"Be careful, this thing is very strange. The methods we used to deal with fierce ghosts are completely ineffective here, and brute force alone cannot deal with this thing... It looks very weak, but once entangled, there’s no escaping. I now suspect that team leader Zhang Xun might have been killed by this piece of clothing."

While tending to his wounds, Qin Bing made this terrifying conjecture.

If even a powerhouse like Zhang Xun of the Soul Realm could die under this strange piece of clothing, then they were even less likely to stand a chance.

"Leave this place, don’t force it." Xu Qiumei had already decided to retreat, she looked around and immediately rushed toward the room’s only window.

Her long, tense legs kicked fiercely, trying to smash the window.

However, the strange situation occurred again.

Despite her impressive strength, the seemingly fragile glass remained utterly still, just like when Li Yi had dealt with the door earlier, completely ineffective.

"How is this possible..." Xu Qiumei was stunned.

"Are you kidding me, five of us, four Spiritual Realm experts, can’t even break a door, a window?" Zhang Jing refused to believe it, she used her Guiding Skill, her finger glowing brightly, resplendent, and then she pointed at the window.

This strike, powerful enough to destroy walls, also failed to cause even a ripple.

The window remained intact.

"Just as I thought, whether it’s pure strength or cosmic energy, none can deal with the ghosts of this world..." Li Yi’s expression turned grim.

His earlier effort to shake the door with Fist Gang had been useless, so Martial Arts Qi-Blood was of no use either.

Strength, cosmic energy, Qi-Blood, all have been tried; what remained was a soul attack.

"Let’s all try Eye Witnessing the window together," Li Yi suggested now, "Perhaps an attack by our soul consciousness could work."

"Okay!"

Without any hesitation, pairs of eyes suddenly lit up in the dark.

Their focus was not on attacking the bizarre costume but simply on breaking the window to escape, because if they couldn’t even break a window, it was truly a cause for despair.

As the Eye Witnessing took place, the dark room suddenly brightened.

But the window remained intact.

Clearly, the soul consciousness attack had also failed.

"It still didn’t work?" Qin Bing’s pale face looked even more distressed now.

At that moment, everyone else also fell silent, sensing that something was amiss.

Perhaps this world was not as safe as they had initially imagined; it might be very dangerous, extremely dangerous, only that these dangers were concealed by the superficial prosperity on the surface. They hadn’t noticed at first when they entered this world, but now that they were deliberately exploring this supernatural strangeness, they understood.

What do we do now?

At this moment, nobody had any ideas, and the atmosphere in the room instantly became oppressive and suffocating, with despair and panic beginning to grow in everyone’s heart.

Because that old, oversized costume was continually approaching them, and from within that costume, not only blackish-green, bizarre hands were reaching out, but also a pair of dead legs without shoes protruded.

It was as if some long-dormant terrifying entity was awakening.

The five of them were trapped in the room, unable to escape, nor able to destroy the costume, and their formidable strength was completely useless, just like ordinary people, they could only submit.

"Could it be that on our first day crossing borders, we are all going to be wiped out here?" Zhang Jing retreated continuously, her slender body and the fear on her face growing even more apparent: "What exactly are the ghosts of this world? Why can none of our methods handle them? If that’s the case, then why are there still people alive in this world? Shouldn’t the ghosts have killed everyone already?"