"Everyone, this old man cannot be persuaded. If you want to do something, you can start now."
Wen Rui looked at the grey-robed man beside Professor Ma and said with a helpless tone.
"I am the leader this time to capture you. What is the use of you talking to them?" Professor Ma asked in confusion. Sudan Novel Network
But as soon as he finished speaking, all his subordinates surrounded him.
Professor Ma instinctively felt uneasy and wanted to unleash his power to push everyone else away.
But he suddenly found that his power was locked!
To suddenly strip the Professor of his power could only be done by a Great Sage, so these people suddenly surrounding him was the will of the Great Sage!
As Wen Rui said, there was indeed another hidden agenda here!
It was a pity that Professor Ma understood too late.
The expressions of all the grey-robed men suddenly became distorted, and blue-purple tentacles appeared on their bodies. These blue-purple tentacles invaded Professor Ma's body.
A moment later, the grey-robed men separated, and Professor Ma became no different from them.
Wen Rui's mouth twitched. No matter when he saw this scene, it made his scalp tingle.
Then he gave a self-deprecating laugh. The reason why these so-called professors could possess true-order level power and manage powerful artifacts was all a gift from the Great Sage.
Once the Great Sage was displeased, everything he gave could be easily taken back.
Therefore, after discovering the problem, Wen Rui immediately abandoned his professorial identity and most of his power.
As for this Professor Ma, after trying to persuade Wen Rui to surrender, even if he had always cooperated with the Great Sage, he would eventually become suspicious. Therefore, regardless of whether his persuasion was successful or not, his end would be to be devoured by these fellows.
The only way to survive was to stand with Wen Rui, but unfortunately, he did not choose that path, and Wen Rui's intention to persuade him was not that firm.
After Professor Ma died, Wen Rui held the ancient spear in his hand horizontally and said to the grey-robed men, "Now you don't need to hide anymore. Come at me together and see if you can take me away."
The spear Wen Rui held was the most powerful artifact in the Museum of Mysteries.
It was the Holy Spear that had killed the Saint Son!
It was an item of higher grade than the Chalice of Divine Blood, possessing extreme lethality. With this spear, Wen Rui could reach a strength close to the peak below Cataclysm.
It was a pity that after Wen Rui escaped a few times using the Museum of Mysteries, the Museum of Mysteries' abilities were locked by the Great Sage. Otherwise, with the Museum of Mysteries' abilities, these fellows would not have been Wen Rui's match at all.
All the grey-robed men, along with Professor Ma, rushed forward.
Their bodies emanated blue-purple power. This power was highly polluting. Even a small amount of contact would be difficult to shake off. At the same time, they retained their pre-mortem strength, making them extremely difficult to deal with.
Wen Rui guarded the entrance of the Museum of Mysteries, continuously swinging the Holy Spear in his hand.
For battles below Cataclysm, the power of the Holy Spear was extremely strong, basically ignoring defense, and touch meant death.
With every swing of his spear, a beam of light flew out. The body of a grey-robed man was hit, and like paper burned by fire, it turned into ashes that scattered on the ground.
Finally, Wen Rui thrust the spear into Professor Ma's chest. The blue-purple tentacles on his body receded, and his own consciousness gained the upper hand.
Now he finally understood what Wen Rui's words had meant.
After being controlled by the blue-purple tentacles, the endless fear was about to devour Professor Ma. Now that he was about to die, it felt more comfortable.
The blue-purple tentacles were merely the surface; within them was something extremely terrifying.
That was definitely not a power that the League of Truth should possess, nor was it related to the divine power of the Almighty God. That power itself seemed to exist to destroy everything.
"Thank you..."
Professor Ma said with difficulty, then closed his eyes and turned into ashes, disappearing from the world.
Wen Rui himself was not doing well either. He was covered in injuries, having endured quite a few attacks to defeat these fellows.
However, he did not relax at all, because he knew that he had only defeated one pursuit party.
Others would come to hunt him, and perhaps the next wave of pursuers would be enemies he could not resist.
"I called him for help. He should come."
"According to my investigation, my son is now formidable. Perhaps my only chance of survival lies with him."
Wen Rui sat in front of the Museum of Mysteries, squinting at the orange sunset, waiting for the next wave of enemies.
The Museum of Mysteries could no longer move, the Holy Spear could not leave the museum too far, and the Great Sage could locate Wen Rui at any time.
Without the Holy Spear before the next wave of enemies arrived, he was doomed. Therefore, Wen Rui could only choose to wait here.
A colossal beast strolled along, but Wen Rui was not worried at all.
This beast could not damage the museum. Its immense size and crude moves meant that it was incapable of attacking Wen Rui, who was sitting at the entrance.
However, as soon as the beast reached the front of the Museum of Mysteries, it suddenly paused, its body wriggled irregularly twice, and then the entire beast turned into a rain of blood, dyeing everything around it red.
A majestic figure descended from the sky. His body was covered in scales, and he had deer-like antlers on his head, with two dragon whiskers gently swaying.
He was the president of the Hunter Association of the Capital City region... Ye Haimo!
Wen Rui spat out some phlegm and sighed, "It seems my luck is very bad."
Upon seeing Wen Rui, a fierce glint flashed in Ye Haimo's eyes: "You are from the League of Truth, aren't you?"
"Yes, what if I surrender? As long as you don't kill me, I'll do anything," Wen Rui said, raising his hands.
Ye Haimo shook his head; he did not want to accept the surrender of this person.
He slightly bent his knees and instantly rushed in front of Wen Rui, slamming a fist down at him. Wen Rui didn't even have time to raise the Holy Spear to defend himself.
At the critical moment, a black crescent moon blocked between the two. Ye Haimo cautiously retreated a distance.
Wen Wen sat on the black moon, looked at Wen Rui, and said in a calm voice, "It was you who called for help, as expected."
Wen Rui relaxed and let out a comfortable sigh, "It seems my investigation was correct. Then I'll leave it to you. By the way, don't trust this guy too much."
Wen Wen frowned: "What do you mean? I think he is much more trustworthy than you."
Wen Rui said weakly, "It's too troublesome to explain. You inherited abilities similar to mine. Use that ability on your eyes, and you'll know what I mean."
"I'm too tired. I'm going to sleep for a while..."
"Don't let me die."
After saying that, Wen Rui fell into a deep sleep. After several battles, he was actually at his limit.