TYMIMA Chapter 143

While Lance treated Popov, Benbu’s attacks didn’t stop. Doubled tiny liquid spheres surged toward them.

 

Zhan Pingchuan’s scalp tingled. This time he had to use barriers to enclose them all.

 

BANG…

 

Unprecedented chain explosions made Zhan Pingchuan’s internal organs churn, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

 

The fallen guards fared worse, blown to pieces with flesh and blood flying.

 

“Zhan Pingchuan!” Lance released recovery pheromones while looking worriedly at Zhan Pingchuan.

 

“I’m… fine.” Zhan Pingchuan squeezed out two words through gritted teeth, waving casually at Lance with forced lightness.

 

He clearly felt this explosion was much more intense than the first—several thin cracks appeared on his barrier.

 

He wiped the blood from his lips, struggling to steady his mind.

 

Lance quickly advised: “Can’t trigger more explosions. His black liquid seems like non-Newtonian fluid—the more you hit it, the harder it gets; the more it explodes, the more intense it becomes.”

 

“Got it!”

 

This time, as tens of thousands of liquid spheres attacked, Zhan Pingchuan exerted force with both hands, suddenly tearing space open to reveal a twisted, wind-leaking black hole. The air filled with the strong bitter fragrance of gentian pheromones.

 

Benbu’s face changed in shock as liquid spheres disappeared one by one into the black hole.

 

He quickly tried to recall the spheres, but the lost ones could no longer sense their master’s call, permanently left in space.

 

The black liquid under Benbu’s feet suddenly decreased. He gritted his teeth and retreated several steps.

 

Zhan Pingchuan’s back was soaked with cold sweat, his glands aching with long-absent soreness. Tearing such a huge space-time rift was too heavy a burden on his pheromones. He could feel his fighting strength was nearly depleted—he had to end the battle quickly.

 

But Zhan Pingchuan didn’t show fatigue before Benbu. He swaggered toward Benbu, provocatively raising an eyebrow: “Come on again if you dare. I’ll send you straight to the sun—let you explode to your heart’s content.”

 

Benbu narrowed his eyes, staring at Zhan Pingchuan. Soon he saw sweat trickling down Zhan Pingchuan’s temples and his rapidly rising chest. Judging by time, such a young S-level should be at his limit after such a long battle.

 

Benbu realized Zhan Pingchuan was bluffing, so he showed a mocking sneer: “Overestimating yourself.”

 

He raised both hands again, absorbing liquid spheres and hurling them at Zhan Pingchuan.

 

Zhan Pingchuan pressed his tongue against his upper palate, exerting force again to tear space.

 

But this time the black liquid spheres seemed to sense danger, braking urgently before the rift and hovering in air, pulsing.

 

For a moment, two S-level abilities froze eerily in the explosive wreckage, like the last calm before a storm.

 

Zhan Pingchuan thought this was bad!

 

Sure enough, Benbu unhurriedly recalled the spheres, smiling knowingly: “Seems your space rift can’t move position—it can only wait for prey to walk into the trap.”

 

Zhan Pingchuan closed the rift, forcing composure: “More than enough to deal with you.”

 

Benbu approached step by step, his gaze at Zhan Pingchuan gradually becoming like looking at a dead man.

 

He admitted this young man was strong. Having third-tier abilities at this age was heaven’s favor—even in the expert-filled restricted zone, he’d be among the few at the pyramid’s peak.

 

But that was it. Today would be this person’s death day.

 

A mere S-level couldn’t break through restrictions to fight him.

 

“How many more times can you open rifts? How much longer can your pheromones last? You’re at your limit.” Benbu stopped, his wrinkled eyes gradually lifting. Black liquid seeped into his eyeballs, swaying beneath his pupils. His eyes looked like two water-filled glass marbles, having lost human warmth and expression—eerie and terrifying.

 

“Before you die, you’ll know that above S-level, there are still insurmountable peaks.”

 

“Are you from drama school? Such strong acting addiction.” Zhan Pingchuan was too lazy for more words, summoning two silver threads in midair, shooting straight for Benbu’s throat!

 

White light flashed as the threads instantly reached Benbu, but he didn’t dodge, only glancing coldly.

 

The threads passed through his neck as his skin and bones seemed to open a circular passage for them.

 

Zhan Pingchuan was shocked to see that Benbu’s flesh wasn’t red but black—black liquid flowed in his body, and Benbu himself was like some container holding black liquid.

 

Soon, the hole closed, and Benbu was completely unharmed.

 

“You’re an elemental-type Awakened.” Zhan Pingchuan felt this was bad. The biggest bug with elemental Awakened was that their bodies could become incorporeal—they were completely immune to physical attacks.

 

This meant Zhan Pingchuan’s first and second-tier abilities couldn’t harm Benbu at all.

 

He had to think of something… otherwise this person would become the biggest obstacle on their jailbreak path!

 

“Your understanding ends here. I’ll send you on your way now.” As soon as Benbu finished speaking, the black liquid swaying in his eyes suddenly stopped. These eyes divided by black revealed venomous killing intent like a snake’s. Then the liquid churning under his feet suddenly stopped, becoming seeping water that spread toward Zhan Pingchuan.

 

As more black liquid seeped out, Benbu’s body under the white robe became increasingly shriveled. Soon his cheekbones protruded high, his cheeks sank in, and his skin developed elderly wrinkles. He looked like crumpled paper or a deflated swimming ring—his entire person became a nearly transparent, wrinkled membrane.

 

The black liquid first contacted the fallen guards, quickly drilling into their bulletproof vests. The guards felt bone-deep cold.

 

“Lord… Lord Benbu.” He trembled as he called Benbu’s name, but couldn’t earn even a glance.

 

After a while, the guard felt no pain, as if the black liquid had only dampened his body. So he squeezed out a naive, lucky smile and told his watching colleagues: “Haha, I’m fine, I’m fine!”

 

But he soon couldn’t smile anymore. The black liquid drilled through his pores into his skin barrier. His hands swelled up, his face enlarged by a full circle. Then the black liquid penetrated his mucous membranes—his eyeballs gradually swelled, protruding like a fly’s.

 

“Ugh… ugh…” His throat could only make such muffled sounds. His throat mucosa had completely swollen, finally blocking his airway entirely.

 

Soon his breathing became weak too. The black liquid penetrated every opening into his organs, filling his alveoli. His lungs became like two swollen water balloons, no longer able to carry a trace of oxygen.

 

Then black blood vessels crawled across his protruding eyeballs, his pupils showing final terror. Finally, black liquid filled all his blood vessels, and his body exploded like a balloon unable to withstand pressure!

 

The entire process took just a few seconds. Black liquid flowed out from his disintegrated body, steadily flowing forward.

 

“What is this thing!”

 

“Run… run!”

 

“My leg is broken, someone pull me up, I don’t want to die!”

 

“Aren’t we brothers? Don’t leave, save me, please save me!”

 

“Rare lead ore! Right, rare lead ore is immune to all abilities! Everyone put rare lead ore on yourselves!”

 

“Haha I have handcuffs, I cuffed myself!”

 

The guards were in chaos. Some desperately crawled backward, some grabbed bars trying to climb to the sixth floor to escape the black liquid’s attack, some locked themselves completely with rare lead ore shackles, waiting hopefully for the black liquid to pass by.

 

But the black liquid seemed unaffected by gravity—it climbed along walls and bars, dragging down climbing guards who exploded into fragments in midair.

 

The guards wearing rare lead ore also saw their smiles gradually freeze. They watched the black liquid like a bottomless sponge, absorbing water vapor from the air. Gradually, their skin, mucous membranes, blood vessels, and cells began to shrivel…

 

“No… no no no no! I don’t want to—”

 

Crack!

 

The guard fell backward, becoming a mummy-like corpse, with rare lead ore handcuffs still hanging on him.

 

Zhan Pingchuan was completely horrified, frozen in place.

 

Benbu’s ability could actually bypass rare lead ore’s nullification?!

 

The black liquid’s spread grew wider and wider—walls, bars, lampshades, floor tiles. It advanced inch by inch, but left no residue where it passed, as if it had no adhesiveness at all.

 

Zhan Pingchuan was certain that if it continued spreading, no one in the AGW Special Dangerous Death Row Prison would survive.

 

He might be able to use space-time rifts to take himself and Lance away, but what about the others? They were scattered throughout the prison—he couldn’t find them at all.

 

Lance was still healing Popov. This recovery pheromone vial probably came from a C-level Awakened, so Popov still hadn’t woken up.

 

Though unable to move, he saw everything and said softly: “This is… superfluid!”

 

Lily’s face was pale, her two blue braids drooping, looking somewhat pitiful.

 

“What’s superfluid?”

 

“A substance that can flow endlessly without any friction or viscosity—it can even flow into human capillaries,” Lance answered.

 

Zhan Pingchuan summoned barriers to block the black liquid, but it actually seeped through the barriers as if they weren’t S-level protective tools but hole-riddled broken nets.

 

Zhan Pingchuan quickly retreated several steps, his expression grave.

 

Benbu dragged his completely shriveled body, showing Zhan Pingchuan a twisted smile. His transparent skin membrane wrapped around throat bones—when he opened his mouth, the bones writhed under the membrane.

 

“You didn’t think all my black liquid was visible to the naked eye, did you?” Benbu asked leisurely.

 

But his muscles and skin had completely shriveled, making sounds like rough stones scraping on the ground.

 

Zhan Pingchuan suddenly awakened, finally feeling that the surrounding temperature seemed to have dropped. His clothes were dampened with moisture, becoming sticky and clingy.

 

He was like being in a cold sauna room—every breath was heavy with water vapor.

 

The vapor grew thicker. His skin gradually became wrinkle-free, his cracked lips slowly moistened, then his eyeballs began feeling pressure as black gradually merged into his blood vessels.

 

His joints no longer obeyed, every cell in his body on the verge of collapse.

 

Finally, he could no longer support himself and fell to the ground with a thud, burst blood patterns appearing on the back of his hands.

 

Breathing became increasingly difficult, his eardrums swelling ready to burst. He was like a drowning person, slowly awaiting death’s arrival.

 

Lance, I…

 

Sorry, I don’t think I can beat him…

 

Actually never really planned to settle accounts with you. No matter who you are—White Pharaoh or poor student—I just wanted to hold you, kiss you…

 

We never had a lifelong mark, such regret. Next life I definitely won’t be human so early…

 

He saw Lance’s eyes bloodshot, body trembling, seemingly shouting something at him, but he could no longer hear.

 

Benbu laughed maniacally: “See? This is a miracle! I’m favored by the gods—you humans can never kill me!”

 

Like a mummy shrunk in robes, he swayed his limbs, coming to harvest today’s greatest trophy—Black Lantern Society’s strongest fighter.

 

“Zhan Pingchuan! Zhan Pingchuan!” Lance watched Zhan Pingchuan’s bleeding features, gradually losing emotional control. Even he didn’t notice his body trembling violently, towering rage swallowing him like an abyss.

 

Death… let everyone who hurt Zhan Pingchuan die…

 

His eyeballs flickered with pale silver light, his reddish-brown hair slowly losing color. He looked down from above, no longer caring about Popov’s injuries, slowly raising his hand.

 

Just then—

 

“Una hofu…” (You are angry)

 

“Kwa nini hivi…” (Why so?)

 

“Yeye ni mwani mwa na ana mjiza niloitoa mweewe…” (He is a devout believer, possessing miracles I personally bestowed)

 

At some point, the Outer God had opened its eyes in chaos, looking out through Lance’s gaze.

 

It had long seen that Benbu bore another deity’s mark, but this need not be worrying.

 

Its passage was always so fragile, like a brittle asteroid.

 

Zhan Pingchuan completely fell into darkness, pain attacking from every nerve.

 

He was probably going to die—what a miserable death, not even leaving a complete corpse for the little fox to stitch together.

 

By then they could only erect a cenotaph, and during festivals, the little fox would cry before his memorial tablet.

 

As he thought this, his consciousness was suddenly pulled into the Spirit Realm system.

 

It was still all red—mountains crisscrossed, cracks everywhere, a blood sun illuminating the sparkling red sea.

 

Only this time, he wasn’t standing on a reef but soaking in the red sea.

 

He didn’t sink down, but the waves gradually became turbulent and surging.

 

They churned around him, crashing into towering waves as if to swallow the blood sun along with everything else.

 

His Spirit Realm system had never been so manic, as if brewing a massive underwater volcanic eruption that shook the jagged cliffs.

 

In the seawater, a scorching energy was merging into his body, filling his limbs and bones.

 

His lost stamina and pheromones were recovering at an incredible speed. He seemed to be soaking in an endless source of power—inexhaustible and infinite.

 

Suddenly, waves rolled overhead, blotting out the sky!

 

Zhan Pingchuan suddenly looked up to see a strange totem emerging in the center of the giant wave. The totem reflected in his eyes, instantly bursting with terrifying red light.

 

Drip—

 

An ethereal sound rang in his ears. He seemed to have heard this sound somewhere before.

 

The seabed, underground city, depths of corridors, fallen miracles, carved totems.

 

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