A water-type trainer who specializes in dragon-type water.

Beyond the cracks lies the real world.

Without the constant control of the Night Demon, the residents and their Pokémon, corrupted by the ghostly energy and driven to madness, became like puppets with broken strings, their actions increasingly chaotic and disorderly. Some, however, regained some semblance of their senses.

The "crowd" that was originally focused on attacking the escort team has now completely lost its unified objective.

"Ah—! Don't bite me! Pipi, it's me!"

"Mommy! The little horse bumped into me! Waaah..."

"Get out of here! All of you get out of here!"

The residents pushed and shoved each other, their eyes still vacant and rolled back, while unconscious screams or roars escaped their lips.

Their Pokémon went into a complete frenzy, with Ponyta's flames indiscriminately scorching nearby Bellsprouts.

Rattata frantically gnawed at everything that moved, including the trainer's trouser legs;

Bobo and Swan collided haphazardly in the air, feathers and elemental energy flying everywhere.

The scene transformed from an orderly siege into utter chaos, filled with self-harm and accidental injuries.

More residents were scratched, knocked down, or even hit by their own Pokémon's out-of-control moves in the chaos, letting out painful cries.

The elite squad members tried to stop them, but their limited forces were stretched thin in the face of such a chaotic and numerous target.

They had to prevent attacks from the rampaging Pokémon while also trying their best to rescue innocent residents in danger. The team was forced to break up their formation, and everyone's face was filled with anxiety and helplessness.

The flower-themed ring desperately sprayed healing waves, attempting to soothe and heal, but its power was a drop in the ocean compared to such massive chaos.

"Captain! This can't go on! The casualties will only increase!" A team member used his body to block a berserk Growlithe that was charging at an elderly man who had fallen, leaving a bloody gash on his arm.

The squad leader's face was ashen. He knew all too well that communication was completely blocked, making it impossible to call for large-scale support. With only eight people, they simply couldn't control the situation.

at this time--

"Bang!!!"

A loud crash came from behind! The heavy rear door of the specially made prison van was kicked open from the inside by a tremendous force, and the twisted metal door panel flew several meters away with a whoosh before crashing heavily to the ground.

Zhang Heng leaped out of the car and landed steadily. He quickly scanned the hellish scene around him, his brow furrowed.

"Zhang Heng!" The squad leader immediately approached, speaking very quickly.

"The situation is out of control! Residents and Pokémon have gone completely berserk and are killing each other! Communications have been cut off by an unknown electromagnetic interference, and we cannot call for medical assistance or reinforcements! The treatment from the Flower Therapy Ringer is not keeping up!"

Zhang Heng's gaze swept over the figures attacking each other and the painful groans, his eyes sharpening.

"Is there a way to temporarily release them from control or forcibly calm them down? For example, more powerful hypnotic or sedative techniques?"

The squad leader shook his head with a wry smile: "Our squad is primarily configured for offense and defense. The healing and soothing abilities of the Flower Therapy Ring are limited; it's too slow to deal with this kind of large-scale, energy-corroding mental frenzy. And..."

He glanced at the residents rolling their eyes. "They're in a state of indiscriminate attack right now, making it difficult to safely approach and deliver a precise hypnotic treatment."

"Understood." Zhang Heng nodded, his face showing no panic. "Leave it to me. You all immediately retrieve all Pokémon and take precautions."

Before the squad leader could ask any questions, Zhang Heng had already acted swiftly. With a flick of his wrist, two Poké Balls flew out of his hand.

"Boom! Boom!"

A flash of white light appeared, and the elegant and slender Milotic, whose scales shimmered with iridescent light, and the Altaria, with its fluffy feathers and noble posture, appeared at the same time beside Zhang Heng.

Immediately afterwards, the Shiny Swampert that had been guarding the side also let out a low growl and moved closer.

Without pausing, Zhang Heng quickly took out a strangely shaped device from the side pocket of his tactical backpack.

It was a cylinder about the length of a palm, with a silver-white metal shell. One end had a delicate spray nozzle, and the other end had a transparent observation window through which a clear, sky-blue liquid could be seen sloshing inside.

The outer shell is printed with a composite pattern of musical notes and sound waves—Throat Relief Spray, a special item designed to enhance sound-based moves.

In the game, a Pokémon holding this item will have its Special Attack increased by one level after using a sound-based move.

In the real world, it involves using special energy particles contained in the spray to expand the Pokémon's vocal organs in a very short time, giving its voice stronger penetration and energy resonance, essentially acting as a one-time sound enhancer.

"Swamp Monster, open your mouth." Zhang Heng went to his companion first. Swamp Monster opened its mouth trustingly.

Zhang Heng aimed the spray nozzle at the depths of its throat and decisively pressed the button.

"Hiss—" A stream of light blue mist carrying a cool scent was precisely sprayed into the Swamp Monster's mouth.

Swampert's throat bobbed, emitting a comfortable snort. It felt as if its vocal cords were being cleansed and enveloped by a clear spring, filled with power.

Next came Milotic and Altaria. Zhang Heng also had them tilt their heads back slightly and sprayed the mist evenly onto their throats.

Milotic let out a clear, melodious cry, its voice seemingly carrying shimmering light; Altaria shook its fluffy feathers with delight, the blue stripes on its throat glowing slightly.

Having completed the preparations, Zhang Heng turned to the elite team and quickly said, "Cover your ears, preferably with soundproofing equipment."

The squad leader immediately understood and gave the order without hesitation: "Everyone, take note! Recall your Pokémon immediately! Put on the highest level of earplugs! Now!"

The team members were highly efficient, quickly recalling their Arcanine, Xeno'jiiva, and other Pokémon with Poké Balls, and then taking out specially made black earplugs from their shirt pockets and inserting them into their ears.

These earplugs can effectively reduce the impact of high-intensity sound-based skills.

Zhang Heng also took a deep breath and covered his ears with both hands.

Although, given his gradually awakening nascent superhuman strength and mental power, this range of song-induced hypnosis had little effect on him, at most making him feel slightly drowsy.

However, since he is going to enter the spirit world to support his father, he must maintain an absolutely abundant and concentrated mental energy, and any unnecessary consumption should be avoided.

"Milky Way, Altaria—sing!"

Swamp Monster—Yawn!

The instructions were clearly given.

"Meow~~~~~~~"

Milotic raised its long neck, like a swan under the moonlight, and a beautiful, ethereal song, as if from the depths of the sea or the starry sky, flowed out.

The simple melody contains a soothing power like gentle waves, gently washing away the restlessness and unease in the air.

"Chirp~~~~~~~"

The Tanabata Bird followed closely behind, its clear, high-pitched yet equally melodious song joining in, intertwining and resonating with Milotic's song.

The fusion of the two vocal styles creates a more three-dimensional and wider-ranging hypnotic sound wave, which also incorporates a touch of the majesty unique to Dragon-type Pokémon, making the sound wave more penetrating and forceful.

In this harmonious and melodious duet, a highly discordant, heavy, and dull voice forcibly inserts itself—

"Roar...whoosh...ZZzz..."

It was the Swampert's yawn! Its mouth was wide open, and what it emitted was not an aggressive roar, but a heavy breathing sound with a strange rhythm, like a giant beast snoring from exhaustion.

The peculiar "lullaby" composed of three sounds, amplified by the throat-soothing spray, has its volume and mental influence multiplied, surging and spreading in all directions like an invisible tide!

Where the sound waves passed, miracles occurred.

The residents who were wrestling and yelling at each other suddenly froze.

The white light in his eyes dissipated rapidly like the receding tide, and his violent expression was replaced by bewilderment and extreme weariness.

They swayed a few times, as if all their strength had been drained, and one by one, like cut wheat, they collapsed softly to the ground and fell into a deep sleep.

The same was true for those Pokémon that were attacking wildly. The flames on Ponyta's body went out, its eyes returned to clear, it snorted, and then knelt down.

The little Rattata stopped biting, rubbed its eyes with its little paws, and curled up next to its sleeping trainer;

Bobo and Aoguyan, like kites with broken strings, drifted down from the sky and nestled close to their owner as they drifted off to sleep...

In just over ten seconds, the battlefield, which had been as chaotic as boiling porridge, fell completely silent.

All that remained were the residents and Pokémon lying scattered on the ground, fast asleep, and the sound of their steady breathing.

The night breeze brought a touch of coolness and dispelled the lingering, restless energy in the air.

Zhang Heng lowered his hands from his ears and rushed forward. He quickly approached the nearest residents, squatted down, and precisely pressed his fingers on their carotid arteries—the pulses were steady and strong, only slightly slow.

He carefully lifted one of the people's eyelids; the pupils reacted to the light, but the person was deep in thought.

Most people only suffer from mental exhaustion and minor injuries, and their vital signs remain stable.

"Call for rescue immediately!" Zhang Heng said to the squad leader who rushed over without turning his head. "Most of them are mentally exhausted and have external injuries. They need medical treatment and follow-up psychological intervention as soon as possible."

"Understood!" The squad leader nodded emphatically, then turned to his two team members and ordered, "Fire the emergency assembly and medical assistance signal flare! Quickly!"

"Yes!" The two team members immediately took two specially made signal guns from their tactical vests and aimed them at different angles in the night sky.

"Bang! Bang!"

Two dazzling red signal flares, trailing long plumes of flame, soared into the sky and exploded into two striking red umbrellas against the night sky of Shanghai, clearly visible even from afar.

This is the highest-level emergency distress signal from the Public Security Bureau, indicating that a large-scale medical and support force is needed here.

The light from the signal flare illuminated Zhang Heng's calm face.

The squad leader hesitated for a moment, then asked in a low voice, "Comrade Zhang Heng, the situation inside the Spirit Realm is unclear, and the Champion is fighting alone... Should we immediately contact the strongest Heavenly King in East China for support? They should be waiting near Shanghai."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Heng slowly shook his head. His father had explicitly rejected this suggestion when formulating the plan.

His gaze fell upon the faintly glowing rift in the spirit world, locked in place by the stabilizer, as if he could see through space to witness the fierce battle within.

“No need.” Zhang Heng’s voice was calm, yet it carried complete trust and understanding of his father’s decision.

Those top-tier Heavenly Kings were all tough fighters who rose through the ranks in the official Heavenly King Challenge, their strength was beyond doubt, but because of this, they each had their own arrogance and factions.

Not long after their father was parachuted into East China, they outwardly obeyed the champion's orders, but in reality, they mostly followed orders without taking orders. Whether they could unite at crucial moments and whether they would truly give their all were all unknowns.

The father did not have the time, nor did he want to risk entrusting his back to a power that he had not yet fully subdued.

He paused, then continued, "Execute according to the original highest-level contingency plan. Once the reinforcements arrive, designate a one-kilometer radius around this location as a military control zone, completely sealing it off. No one may enter, only leave. Await the champion's instructions."

The squad leader straightened up and solemnly replied, "Yes, sir!"

Zhang Heng said no more and glanced at the time displayed on the multi-functional tactical atlas.

There are less than two hours left until the system notification that "the fusion of super-force is complete".

It seems that we cannot use the newly awakened and still unstable Overpower as our trump card in this battle of the spirit world.

Zhang Heng thought to himself, his eyes growing even more determined. His father was fighting; he had to go in.

Even without the power to overcome all obstacles, they still have other trump cards.

He took one last look at the sleeping residents on the ground and the squads that were rapidly deploying defenses.

He took a deep breath, turned around, and strode towards the spirit realm rift that was firmly locked by a pale blue halo without hesitation.