That black long spike was a containment, named the Withered Nail.
It showed no regard for friend or foe, nor for species. Anyone wounded by it would find their body withering into dust!
Perhaps more powerful beings could resist the nail's properties, but they would have to be exceptionally strong.
Therefore, as long as this thing pierced the burly man, victory was assured!
But before Gao Fang could approach, the burly man directly slapped in his direction. The air pressure generated by the slap sent Gao Fang flying!
It was important to note that Gao Fang was not a soul entity like Wen Wen!
The burly man stood in place, calmly looking at Gao Fang and saying, "It's better if you don't bring such dangerous things near me."
"You recognize this thing?" Gao Fang asked in surprise.
Gao Fang wasn't in a hurry anymore. As long as this burly man was present, he couldn't go to aid Yan Biqing. He could only hope the latter had good luck and managed to escape.
The game was about the process; winning or losing was not important. He would come back to find Wen Wen later anyway.
"You're not the only one well-informed."
The burly man clenched his fist and aimed it in Gao Fang's direction. He was preparing to fight!
...
Ding Mingguang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and staggered to his feet, his eyes widening with slight worry as he looked at Ding Mingguang: "Uncle Gong&"
However, it wasn't necessary for him to go to such lengths now. Ding Mingguang's programmer abilities had been eliminated by him, so Ding Mingguang's abilities were temporarily nullified.
This meant he only needed to find a functioning communication device nearby to escape!
Gong Bao Ding's gaze sharpened. When Yan Biqing entered the imaginary space, even the most intense flames could not harm him.
Fortunately, Yan Biqing had chosen this place, which was almost insulated from electronic products, to evade Ding Mingguang's abilities. In that short period, it was unlikely he could find a communication device...
Suddenly, Gong Bao Ding spotted a strangely modified mini-computer, with an open walkie-talkie connected to its rear!
"Not good!"
Gong Bao Ding quickly tried to destroy the computer, only to find that Yan Biqing had already transformed into a data stream and entered the computer. It was now impossible to stop him.
He could only stop his efforts dejectedly. He hadn't expected that even after successfully advancing, he still let Yan Biqing escape. In the electronic age, Yan Biqing's abilities were too well-suited for escape.
Initially, Yan Biqing hadn't held much hope, but upon suddenly discovering a powerful walkie-talkie's signal, believing it to be Gao Fang's assistance, his heart leaped with joy.
He quickly burrowed into the machine emitting the signal.
But after burrowing in, he found the situation somewhat unsettling.
Before him stood a man wearing coarse cloth and with a long braid, walking down the street. A strange narration drifted from an unknown source:
'If the little dog is injured, you choose to rescue it; your rank is promoted by three levels; if Sima Guang smashes the jar, you acquit him, and he becomes a first-rank official; if someone borrows money and you refuse, this is a test of character by the retainers; your rank is reduced to that of a commoner!'
'Come to ****, experience the most realistic official simulation game...'
Yan Biqing was completely bewildered. The channel he had traversed using the communication device shouldn't be like this!
After a moment of thought, he realized he had fallen into a trap. The previous menacing spirit-like entity possessed the ability to interfere with senses, and this must be his doing.
However, the way he set this trap was quite perversely ingenious...
Yan Biqing placed his hand on his forehead, a green light flashed, and he muttered, "Disperse!"
He could not change the illusion, but he could see through it!
The scene of the advertisement gradually faded, replaced by a small patch of withered trees, and within the withered forest, an ancient well...