Abundant Martial Arts Virtue
Chapter 149 - 121 Symmetrical World_2

Chapter 149: Chapter 121 Symmetrical World_2

Wu Xiaode waited until the door of the laboratory closed before the smile on his face gradually faded away.

Zhao Zhibing was a Taoist, proficient in talismanic magic for concealing one’s tracks.

If even Zhao Zhibing was in danger, it was probably already too dangerous to stay in that world.

Wu Xiaode took out his phone and said, "Your Majesty, send me up."

"No problem."

Twenty minutes later.

A plane roared into the sky.

At an altitude of fifteen thousand meters.

The cabin opened.

Wu Xiaode, wearing a Mobile Battle Armor, jumped out.

Boom—

The power system of the Mecha activated, propelling him relentlessly upward.

Twenty thousand meters!

Wu Xiaode looked down for a moment.

Everything in the Capital down below looked as small as cubes of tofu.

He then looked upwards.

—To his astonishment, he saw the same scene!

Deep in the sky, another Capital appeared before his eyes!

Only this Capital seemed somewhat dilapidated.

Wu Xiaode could even see several giant Demons rampaging through the Capital.

If this world were to fall...

The consequences were unthinkable.

"Go!"

He pressed the acceleration button on the Mecha forcefully.

The Mobile Battle Armor burst into a roar, accelerating upwards once again.

Suddenly.

Wu Xiaode felt as if he had penetrated through something that had resistance.

The speed of the Mobile Battle Armor drastically increased!

Now, it was no longer a matter of breaking free from gravity to ascend; he was plummeting towards the ground of a parallel world!

Wu Xiaode controlled the Mobile Battle Armor to flip in mid-air, gradually slowing its descent.

Several Demons approached from all sides.

Indeed, the roaring of the Mobile Battle Armor had attracted the attention of a few bat-shaped Demons.

Wu Xiaode cursed under his breath and accelerated the Mecha again, heading straight for the ground.

—He certainly couldn’t fly!

In the sky, more and more monsters appeared, swiftly chasing after the Mecha.

He was surrounded!

Realizing that he couldn’t go on like this, Wu Xiaode immediately pulled hard on a red handle on the Mecha.

Click!

The cockpit of the Mecha opened, and he was catapulted out of the Mobile Battle Armor.

"Fog!"

Wu Xiaode shouted lowly.

Thick fog instantly emerged all around him, enveloping him and rendering him invisible to those flying monsters in the sky.

Winds howled.

He plummeted to the ground like a meteor.

The Mobile Battle Armor continued to roar in midair, soon grabbed by Demons and torn apart, scattering its components.

Once Wu Xiaode was on his own, he made no noise at all.

Demon Mist shrouded him continuously.

His fall accelerated.

One thousand meters.

Eight hundred meters.

Two hundred meters.

Fifty meters!

His speed was near its maximum, and given his current physical condition, he would definitely smash into a pile of flesh!

At the moment of collision with the ground, Wu Xiaode suddenly turned into a cloud of fog.

—Fog Shadow!

Using the powerful impact, the cloud of fog dispersed across the ground and then slowly gathered again, re-forming into Wu Xiaode.

Standing amidst the dense fog, he couldn’t help but wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.

It was thanks to his newly mastered ability that he had survived.

Upon his return, he must make it clear to the Emperor.

No one else should be sent to do this task.

—Anyone else would have been torn to shreds by Demons in midair.

The Book of the Dead opened automatically, floating in front of him, revealing a line of ice crystal small characters:

"You triggered Fog Shadow for 2 seconds, consuming two points of Soul Power."

"Current Soul Power: 9/19."

Good.

I just arrived and already spent two points of Soul Power.

It would be a joke if I ended up needing to be saved myself.

Wu Xiaode surveyed his surroundings only to find that he had landed two blocks from the Royal Science Academy.

The Palace wasn’t far from here either.

——Zhao Zhibing should still be at the Palace compiling data!

Wu Xiaode released a dense fog, completely enveloping himself, and then headed toward the Palace.

He had not walked far when he suddenly saw a person.

It was a professional in police uniform.

He appeared to be in his thirties, hiding on the second floor of a supermarket, holding a firearm and carefully observing his surroundings.

Not far away, the corpses of five monsters lay motionless on the ground.

This guy was not bad!

Now that one in ten professionals survives, wouldn’t it be great to get to know this guy and bring him into the S-Class Club to strengthen our numbers?

Wu Xiaode lightly jumped, landing on the second floor of the supermarket, intending to greet the professional.

He suddenly stopped.

——Don’t startle him.

If he panicked and shot me, I would have to dodge and waste my energy. If his strength was considerable, I might even have to activate "Evasive Escape" or "Fog Shadow."

It would not be worth it.

Thinking it over, Wu Xiaode decided to let the professional know someone was nearby, then show himself and say hello.

As he was about to manipulate the Demon Mist to form a few words, his gaze shifted momentarily, and out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a small blood hole on the professional’s shoulder.

Blood was gushing out of it.

"He’s tough, enduring such a wound and still holding up in battle——"

Wu Xiaode’s thoughts abruptly halted.

Wait a moment.

Something was not right.

He felt like he had seen this situation somewhere before.

Where had he seen it?

Unexpectedly, a chill ran down Wu Xiaode’s back.

He remembered now.

Those marked by the Death God would have a wound that constantly bled, but they wouldn’t be aware of it.

Wu Xiaode froze in place, watching the professional quietly.

He seemed completely oblivious to the blood hole on his shoulder, focusing only on vigilantly scanning the surroundings, constantly reloading his magazine.

Even after filling all the bullets, he didn’t tend to the wound on his shoulder!

He couldn’t see it!!!

Wu Xiaode felt his heart sink slowly.

The Death God was in this city.

Wasn’t it supposed to be near the underground tunnels in the mountains?

Why would it come to Fu Xi Capital?

Wu Xiaode thought of the terrifying form of the Death God and felt a tightness in his chest.

At that very moment.

No more blood flowed from the blood hole on the professional’s shoulder.

——His blood had run dry.

Realizing the danger, Wu Xiaode suddenly turned into a wisp of fog and drifted out of the supermarket.

Boom!

A horrific maw rose from the ground, biting away a large chunk of the second floor of the supermarket as if it were not made of brick but of soft cake.

The professional’s scream was very brief.

After a few chews, the noise from that gaping maw ceased.

Wu Xiaode landed far away on the ground.

Looking back.

He saw a giant black snake, rearing its body high, the corners of its mouth dripping with crushed brick and stone.

After devouring the professional, its massive body slowly sank, retracting back into the ground.

Wu Xiaode held his breath, stealthily retreated, and hid behind a tree.

This was not yet over——

As expected.

The professional’s soul appeared in mid-air, his face showing a bewildered expression.

The Void stirred.

A long tentacle whipped over from afar, piercing straight through the soul, and retracted instantly, taking the soul with it.

Wu Xiaode watched the scene, his face suddenly changing.

The direction from which the tentacle retracted seemed to be that of the Palace...