Reverse flow of the Yellow Springs

Sword King, one of the two human kings within the giant city circle where Bashu Mountain City is located.

He was dressed in a white robe and black armor, and appeared to be an ordinary-looking young man with an extremely calm demeanor, making it difficult for him to leave any impression.

Or rather, it's about returning to simplicity and restraining one's sharpness.

Just like his rise to power, before becoming a king, he remained ordinary and reserved, like a sword yet to be drawn, its sharpness hidden.

This strategy allowed him to successfully evade targeting from the restricted areas, enabling him to accumulate strength in the shadows.

It wasn't until more than sixty years ago, when he ascended to the throne, that he truly revealed his brilliance.

In that instant, his aura was so overwhelming that even the King of the Forbidden Zone turned his head and retreated. It was precisely his promotion that enabled the establishment of this megacity circle.

"Greetings, Sword King!" Li Yelai and the others bowed to him.

Every human ruler deserves their respect and courtesy.

Sword King waved his hand: "No need for formalities. I am a close friend of the second champion, and you are her juniors. Relax."

Then, Sword King looked at Li Yelai: "You are the ninth generation champion?"

Li Yelai nodded.

"Very good. It seems that guy's will has indeed been passed down. That's great." Sword King paused and said, "Are you sure you want to conquer the Calamity Mist? Do you have a specific plan?"

Li Yelai took out Tai Chi Yin and Yang.

He handed the Yang within to the Sword King and explained its effects and uses.

"With these two forbidden items, we can communicate with you even inside the fog of disaster, thereby obtaining artillery support, airdropped aid, and even direct support from you!"

Theoretically, the fog blocked the signal and only allowed entry, not exit.

Those outside cannot know what is happening inside, and those who are swallowed up cannot accurately receive outside assistance.

But Tai Chi Yin and Yang has already proven its capabilities in the No. 71 disaster fog.

It was through this that the old Mad King was summoned to deliver the attack.

“That’s certainly a good method. But it might be discovered by the Terror Demon and disguised. We need a sufficiently novel code.” Sword King added after thinking for a moment, “Are there any other methods?”

"What remains is the restriction on the terror demon."

Li Yelai relayed the plan that Yunyue had told him to Jianfeng Wang.

"We need enough powerful psychics with the Whispering Path, or the corresponding forbidden objects, to alter the fear in all of us."

"As long as we ensure that what we fear is not dangerous or troublesome, we can effectively shorten the gap between ourselves and the terror."

Based on the characteristics of the No. 49 Calamity Fog, one intelligent being gives birth to one Terror Demon. Theoretically, the number of both is the same. There are as many Terror Demons as there are humans.

However, in reality, multiple sub-demons may be born from the demons.

For example, the former champion team encountered an elite company of the Forbidden Zone Legion during the No. 49 Disaster Fog. This was because one of the humans who was devoured by them feared the Forbidden Zone Legion company that had destroyed their team.

Therefore, the number of demons is no less than that of humans.

In the worst-case scenario, even swarms of slaying insects might appear. After all, many of the powerful humans who were devoured came from Border City No. 3 and had experienced those terrifying insect swarms before.

Of course, if there's no Insect Lord, everything is fine. But if there is an Insect Lord, hopefully the other Terror Demons will dislike her and kill her before she matures.

However, if humanity can control what they fear, they can effectively weaken the terror.

This is a long time.

The only problem is that this overly strong suggestion doesn't last long.

Furthermore, due to the inherent strength of the person being suggested to, the strength requirements for the talking path are not low.

For example, with her five senses muttering path, she can give hints to a strong opponent of the same level if the opponent does not resist.

But this kind of suggestive tactic is no match for Li Yelai, who possesses six senses.

"Suggestion?" Sword King pondered. "There was a master of the Path of Whispers in Bashu Mountain City, but unfortunately, he was also swallowed by the calamity mist. Otherwise, he alone could hypnotize and suggest to you. As for forbidden objects, most of our forbidden objects were in the Black Prison of the Giant City, and they were also swallowed up in the same way."

"I can only try my best to gather psionicists from the Whispering Path to assist us. Since the appearance of the Disaster Fog, the Great City and the Forbidden Zone have once again entered a stalemate. Perhaps we can send some manpower to provide support."

"At the same time, the remaining troops from Bashu Mountain City will also come here to join you. They will also enter the fog of disaster with you!"

"This is our hometown, we can't let you fight alone."

Sword King has provided Li Yelai with great assistance, and more human combat power will join Li Yelai's strategy.

The penalty area side, however, scoffed at this.

If it were any other type of disaster fog, it wouldn't matter, but for Disaster Fog No. 49, the more combat power is deployed, the stronger the disaster fog becomes.

Having instilled fear in millions of humans, the 49th Disaster Fog has become an invincible force. Even forbidden zones dare not approach it. In their eyes, humanity is courting death.

Of course, they're also happy to see humans courting death.

On the other hand, humanity must also consider the dangers of the forbidden zone and control the number of powerful individuals entering the disaster fog.

As a result, the population of the abandoned town where the champion team was located gradually increased.

Teams, united by their determination to save their hometowns, walked and converged under the cover of night.

During this time, Li Yelai went to the Ark again and obtained more mimicry heavenly soldiers from Jing Lin.

Meanwhile, at this very moment, in a building that had been severed, within the No. 49 Disaster Fog.

The doll, located in a dimly lit room, is biting a towel and trembling as it takes off its clothes.

As her clothes slipped down, her beautiful, fair upper body was revealed.

Similarly, the penetrating wound in his abdomen was also exposed.

It seems to be a betrayal from a traitor.

The wound had already begun to heal.

But at that moment, the doll tore open its wound, and the intense pain caused her forehead to be covered in cold sweat.

She struggled to steady her arm and stretched out her fingers to loosely grasp the wound on her abdomen.

A few seconds later, a blade was pulled out of the wound.

The excruciating pain turned the girl's face pale, and she even bit the towel in her mouth until it was almost crushed. Her eyes were filled with tears.

She swallowed the extraordinary potion with trembling hands and bandaged her wounds.

"Ouch!" The doll wiped away the tears on its face.

Because of the curse of fear, no one could perform surgery on her.

Even with his exceptional medical skills, the plague doctor could sometimes bring back the beheaded. He was hailed as a miracle doctor!

But she was helpless in the face of fear. How could she perform surgery if she couldn't see or hear?

So, from a very young age, the dolls learned to bandage their own wounds and tried their best to avoid injuries that required surgery.

But what she could recall was the scene in her mind when Li Yelai carefully bandaged her wounds during the No. 71 disaster fog.

This caused her tears, which she had just wiped away, to well up again.

She really wanted to be able to act cute with Li Ye again, but she also knew that they would rarely see each other again. After taking a few deep breaths, the doll wiped away her tears and put on new clothes.

They wiped away the bloodstains at the scene, trying to leave no trace of fear, so as not to affect their teammates.

After leaving the room, she saw the plague doctor waiting outside.

The doctor, who looked somewhat haggard, seemed to perk up when he saw the doll, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Have you followed all the steps I told you to take?"

[Hmm ψ(*｀ー)ψ] The doll responded by raising the billboard.

The doctor examined her through her clothes and then breathed a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, the knife didn't hit any vital areas. Otherwise, you would have had a hard time dealing with it yourself."

The doll nodded slightly.

"Did that person really betray us? Although I've always been wary of her because of the curse of suspicion, this doesn't make sense." The Plague Doctor frowned deeply.

[That's not Xiao Jiang Ling ╮(╯﹏╰）╭]
"Isn't that right? Three people witnessed it firsthand! Their abilities, even their psionic fluctuations, are identical!" The Plague Doctor gritted his teeth: "Captain Blazing Sun fought her; she wouldn't mistake him, would she?"

A few hours earlier, a sharp blade pierced the doll's body from behind in the shadows.

If the doll hadn't reacted so quickly that it shattered the blade, she would have suffered an even more terrifying blow.

The one who made the move was none other than Little Mad King.

Her first attack failed, so she tried to disappear again. Captain Lieyang, however, immediately launched a counterattack, and the two clashed.

Afterwards, the Little Mad King reappeared, but did not approach.

Rather, it means that the one who just made the move was not himself, but some kind of terrifying demon.

But with suspicions about the curse influencing them, how could anyone trust her?
Afterwards, Little Mad King left behind the words, "I will deal with her," and then disappeared without a trace.

Faced with a master assassin suspected of betraying his cause, the human warriors dared not pursue him rashly.

That's why the doll was tending to its own wounds just now.

[It really wasn't her. If she had attacked, my injuries would have been much worse 〒▽〒]
The doll and Little Mad King have cooperated many times, so it knows Little Mad King's strength all too well.

If it were truly a case of backstabbing, the doll would inevitably be seriously injured as well.

"But now, we can't distinguish between the real and the fake." The plague doctor sighed after thinking for a moment, "The terror is more troublesome than we imagined."

The doll nodded silently, but then it sensed a strange shift in the airflow outside.

At the same time, the powerful human warriors stationed nearby also rushed out of the building.

This is the ground defense line of a large refuge in the mountain city of Bashu. The strong humans have already repelled several waves of attacks from the terrifying demons. Perhaps sensing the sheer number of powerful humans, and recognizing them as a tough nut to crack, the demons have ceased their attacks.

"Damn it, you dare to come back?"

"Do you really think we're easy to bully?"

"Kill, kill, kill!"

The powerful humans roared, but the next second, they were forced back by the extreme fear.

That unrestrained laughter terrified everyone.

When the doll steps out of the building, what you see is a graceful figure floating high in the sky.

She wore a long black dress, the hem flowing like the night sky, shimmering with a faint starlight-like luster; it was unclear from which cabinet she had taken it. Her breathtakingly beautiful face appeared noble and unrestrained in the eerie moonlight.

Beautiful yet arrogant, she inspires both longing and an indescribable fear.

Every subtle movement of hers seemed to whisper silently, revealing an indescribable eeriness.

She looked down at the human safety zone below, and finally her gaze settled on the doll.

"Finally found you. Still all covered up? Why don't you learn from me?" The girl chuckled, her long dress revealing her slender legs as she floated high in the air.

But no one dared to look upon her beauty, nor dared to listen to her voice. This wasn't a matter of overwhelming strength, but rather the power contained within her laughter. It dragged all the powerful humans into endless fear.

The doll looked up at the girl's face, at that face that was exactly the same as its own.

That was an expression she had never shown before, an arrogant and willful air of self-importance.

"A doll. That's..." The plague doctor, influenced by the power of fear, was forced back into the building, unable to look directly at the figure.

[Yes, it's me.] The doll put down the billboard in her hand, and then a strong gust of air rose up from around her, pushing her into the air.

The doll knew that it was her demon of terror. It was also the future she feared—a future where she would be utterly transformed into an Empress of Hatred or a Queen of Fear!

Now, her fear has transformed into a demon of terror, and it has appeared before her.

It descended upon the safe zone of humanity, carrying with it an eerie sense of fear.

'Ha! How outrageous!'

'A mere demon dares to be arrogant before the true master?'

'Come on, Xinhe, let's make this fake.'

The voice in my mind gradually grew louder and angrier; it was bewitching, it was singing, it was chanting.

The doll's helmet fell off, and its long, unbound hair swayed without wind, like an indescribable, eerie shadow.

The voice she uttered also contained extreme fear; the doll didn't know if it was its own voice or the voice of that monstrous corpse.

"I pay my respects to the true Empress!"

The next moment, the surging power collided high in the sky, and the resulting impact drew the attention of countless terrifying demons.

The insect master, thriving underground, silently gazed at the surface. Its compound eyes were filled with apprehension.

The figure, which had been devouring flesh and blood in the shadows, stopped what it was doing and looked up at the sky.

"What a monster. Aren't you afraid of being attacked by it when you create something like this?"

They commented on it, and then began to grow and develop even faster.

Ten hours later.

The sky should have been brightening, but thick black clouds shrouded the heavens, keeping the ground still dark.

Even if a psychic uses their abilities to disperse the dark clouds, they will gather again.

It was like a persistent shadow, looming over everyone's hearts.

But more and more people are gathering around Li Yelai.

Those powerful humans from the great cities of Sichuan and Chongqing, those surviving legions that were not swallowed by the calamity fog.

At this moment, they all gathered around Li Yelai.

With the assistance of numerous psionicists using the Whispering Path, all soldiers and the vast majority of powerful individuals had their fears temporarily mitigated. The remaining powerful individuals, due to their own strength, experienced varying degrees of change in the effects of the suggestion.

"There are nearly 30,000 of them, but more than 80% of them are soldiers from the giant city. We will operate the artillery outside the fog of disaster and provide you with remote assistance based on the messages you send."

"Another team is on its way. Should we wait a little longer?" said the Azure-Red Supreme.

"No, let's go in first. You can enter as you see fit after we relay the message. The restricted area is watching you too, so we can't commit too much of our forces there." Li Yelai, clad in armor and wielding a halberd, his champion's cloak billowing behind him without wind.

"Gentlemen, follow me to vanquish the calamity!" (End of Chapter)