Akarou looked at his fists, which were crisscrossed with fine cuts from the sharp wings. He shook his hand dismissively, and the wounds instantly healed.
In this space, his strength was virtually limitless. No matter what kind of damage he sustained, he could heal.
The appearance of X-Wing surprised Akarou, but only for a moment. Even with it, Wenwen would only last a few more punches.
Like a cannonball, he shot to Wenwen's side and hammered down on the iron ball formed by X-Wing. Each punch drove the iron ball further into the ground.
Hidden inside the iron ball, Wenwen's skin bled from the immense force, and the muscles in his back were already a bloody mess. Yet, the smile on Wenwen's lips was uncontrollable.
"Hit me, hit me! Victory belongs to me!"
After taking the first punch, Wenwen realized that he could not defeat Akarou through normal combat.
Hiding in the containment facility, then transferring out with another monster and escaping was the wise course of action.
But Wenwen was unwilling to retreat so ignominiously. He hadn't suffered such a significant loss in a long time. How could he not retaliate?
What's more, if Wenwen disappeared, the citizens of Bao Ya City, and even Gong Bao Ding, might face this fellow's revenge.
The only method he could think of was to use the puppet mice to unleash disaster-level power to attack Akarou.
Thus, in the ruins of the subway station, Wenwen had already released more than a dozen puppet mice, keeping only one for himself.
While Wenwen used X-Wing to hold Akarou, those mice had reached the positions Wenwen had designated. Wenwen's counterattack was about to begin!
At this moment, the ground where Wenwen was being pummeled had already sunk more than ten meters. Akarou was about to deliver another punch when the iron ball formed by X-Wing vanished into thin air.
All that remained in its place was a mouse, looking at Akarou with curious eyes.
The mouse's eyes flashed with an eerie black light, which began to seep out beyond its pupils. Then, a black energy erupted, forming a massive black cross that swept across everything in its path.
Dozens of meters away, Akarou landed softly, unharmed.
From the moment the mouse's abnormality was discovered to the release of energy, Akarou had enough time to move out of the blast radius.
Looking at the colossal black cross, Akarou sneered:
"How foolish. To possess such a tool housing disaster-level power and waste it so easily. If used precisely, it might have injured me… but where did the person go?"
Suddenly, Akarou's expression turned grave. He felt the presence of danger but couldn't pinpoint its direction!
Inside the containment facility, Wenwen's lips curled upwards. His goal was not to injure Akarou with the power of that mouse; whether the mouse succeeded or failed had no impact on Wenwen's plan.
Even if Akarou didn't possess true-order level strength, he was close. Corrupted blood users could withstand disaster-level power released remotely, and Akarou likely could too.
Therefore, what Wenwen intended to destroy was not Akarou, but the entire black space!
Wenwen had observed that Akarou's unreasonably potent strength originated from this spherical space with a diameter of a thousand meters. If this space were completely destroyed, it would be equivalent to destroying Akarou.
And he had already evenly distributed more than a dozen mice around this space. If these mice were detonated simultaneously, it would be enough to inflict severe damage on the space!
Within this mysterious space, the bodies of more than a dozen tiny mice simultaneously ruptured, and black crosses emerged from the ground, making the massive spherical space seem crowded.
Cracks began to appear on the indestructible barrier of the space. Streams of distorted black energy flowed within the space, completely destroying everything they touched.
After about ten minutes, Wenwen, clad in black and wearing a black robe, cautiously emerged from the containment facility.
The space, ravaged by the attack, was in ruins, with extremely destructive energy lingering everywhere. Upon seeing this scene, Wenwen's first instinct was to return to the containment facility, as he had suffered a great loss from such residual energy during his first experiment with disaster-level power.
However, Wenwen soon discovered that this disaster energy did not harm him. Instead, it faintly emitted a sense of kinship, possibly due to the black robe he was wearing.
This space had not yet completely collapsed, but it no longer harbored any life. All the otherworldly flowers had been destroyed, and the corrosive blood underground had vanished. Akarou's trace was nowhere to be found, and it was unknown whether he was dead or had escaped.
Before Wenwen could investigate further, he entered a state of weightlessness again and reappeared on the train.
"This was not controlled by Akarou. The space itself ejected me. It can no longer support any living beings…"
"I was hoping to capture Akarou and interrogate him. It seems that's no longer possible…"
…
In the subway tunnel, a thin, red-haired man in a white robe stood, casting a hateful glance at the departing train before leaving without looking back.
This man was Akarou in disguise. He had escaped his space before Wenwen and left the train.
Before the dozen mice detonated, he had used his abilities to destroy two of them, preventing the space from being completely destroyed and saving himself from death.
However, this also caused the space to lose at least a century of accumulation, and it would be unusable for at least fifty years, which only fueled Akarou's hatred for the containment facility.
Suddenly, Akarou's phone rang. He fumbled to open it and answer. The voice on the other end belonged to a gentle-looking man who said to Akarou, "A group of mutated tigers has appeared around the base. I suspect someone is targeting us, so if you're not busy, it would be best to return and support headquarters."
Akarou immediately replied, "Lord Afonso, you don't need to suspect. It's definitely a deliberate attack. I suggest we call everyone back and convene a full meeting?"
"You seem to know something," Afonso asked in surprise.
Akarou said grimly, "The Disaster Containment Facility has reappeared. I just encountered a containment officer from the facility, and that guy destroyed my space!"
Afonso was silent for a moment, then sighed, "Then everyone shall gather. Even after a thousand years, what is meant to come will eventually come…"