Upon seeing that gaping doorway, the sustainer felt as if struck by lightning.

His face turned completely pale in an instant, even paler than the hollow face peering out from behind the curtain, eyes trembling uncontrollably.

"Hungry... hungry..."

From his throat came a broken whimper, but soon, no sound could be made.

Wide-eyed with shock, mute, he struggled in vain, unable to move.

The moment he was seen by that face, it was as if his body had already been controlled by some invisible force, so much so that he couldn't even ask for help from his colleagues a short distance away.

The only thing he could do was shiver, and the only thing that surfaced in his mind was fear.

His gaze was drawn into that deep, dark abyss.

Unable to look away.

"Hungry, so hungry, come in, come in, come in..." the ghastly pale face smiled as tears of blood wove their path, waving a hand, "Hehehehe, come eat, eat, eat, eat... eat, eat, eat, eat..."

Although at such a distant gap, when the figure reached out, his hand seemed to be grasped, gently pulled.

Led by it, step by step, he walked into the darkness behind the curtain.

In the darkness, there was the sound of some viscous liquid dripping onto the ground.

Surrounded by weeping blood and smiles of ghastly pale faces, his body was carefully cradled by two hands so large they were grotesque, like a precious treasure.

Crack.

In the crisp sound, blood rained down.

Pleasantly sweet.

One by one, then the second, the third...

Until the fourth host silently vanished, the Priest only noticed something was amiss amid the violent tremors of the ceremony and secret rituals. He turned his head abruptly, looking around.

Suddenly four people were missing.

Only a pile of cumbersome clothing remained on the ground.

"What's going on?" the Priest bellowed, "Where have those four gone?"

"I don't know."

His subordinate shook his head blankly; then, he saw the Priest's eyes, as if seeing a ghost—on the subordinate's neck, a black handprint had silently crept on.

He still unconsciously raised his hand, scratching an itch, "What's wrong? Why are you looking... looking... looking..."

In his befuddlement, however, he saw—a door, illusion-like, materialized behind the Priest with four familiar, ghastly pale faces smiling from behind the curtains, gazing at him.

It sent chills down his spine.

Doorways, curtains, pale servants...

—Hunger House!!!

"Priest, save, save... save me..."

In the moment before he was completely captured, the subordinate desperately turned his head, looking at the Priest. But the Priest's expression was livid, his hand swatted without a second thought.

Instantly, the subordinate exploded into a mass of blood plasma, causing chaos.

The ritual sustainers of the Evil Cult recoiled in terror, forgetting to maintain the ceremony, bewildered and confused. Then everyone saw within the crushed mass of blood plasma, black handprints started appearing out of nowhere, as if invisible things were crawling about, searching in all directions.

Hundreds, thousands...

Like a flood, a gushing eruption!

Amid the screams, everyone scattered, trying to hide. Had it not been for the strict discipline of their doctrine, they might have already fled in panic!

Disaster, extinction, doom.

This was one of the six Mutants that had wandered in Spring City for decades, voraciously consuming the stain of Evil Foolishness and having just ascended to the "Extreme" level overnight...

—Hunger House!!!

"Why is it here?"

The Priest, drenched in sweat, roared, "Wasn't it in the North District? Who brought its object of possession here?"

No one responded, and amidst the chaos, no one cared for hierarchies. If it weren't for the presence of many worshipped items on the altar suppressing its power allowing the Priest to pen it in, Hunger House might have even swallowed the entire altar by then!

Damn Wulou Temple, why didn't they guard their stuff properly!

No, it must have been the dogs of the Heavenly Heart Society just watching for fun...

But by now, finding someone to blame was pointless. Accompanied by the spread of countless black handprints, the sound of thirsty breaths and laughter strangely emerged from thin air.

Laughter arose, along with cries.

The illusory doorway began to crumble.

In the surging darkness behind the curtain, a skewed, naked, huge figure crouched on the ground, covering its face, and no hand was big enough to hide the gaping lips which partook in a chew, as the viscous blood slowly dripped down.

Behind the fingers, the hollow eyes suddenly moved.

They looked at the Priest!

And at that moment, the seal that shrouded Spring City Bank, unnoticed, cracked open a slit.

In the gloomy alley, a radiant film of light emerged from the void, opening from the center outwards, under the ravaging of two massive metal hounds.

Like unveiling a curtain, pulled to either side.

But even with such a vast tear, not a single alarm was triggered. The entire seal and secret ritual carried on as usual, an eye-opener indeed.

After all, it was Master Kong's treasured artifact acquired through... collecting various expertise.

Truly extraordinary!

No wonder these two dogs look a bit like Huskies...

Upon Ji Jue's swift descent from the high rises on a mercury speed-line and arriving at the rendezvous point, this was the scene he beheld, with admiration writ across his face, yet also with a twinge of pain in his heart.

Who knew how many days had passed since he'd left Brother Qiu.

He missed him.

If Brother Qiu were here, would he still be in this sorry state?

The mobile workshop was equipped with its own defenses and internal space, kitted out with Blessing Cages and a Spiritual Storage, lacking not a single material, and even had a Melting Furnace, which had been personally calibrated and crafted by Professor Ye, allowing one to go anywhere, work anywhere, and refine anywhere.

It was beautifully dreamlike.

Just thinking about it made one want to shed "Little Pearls." When could he ever have such an awesome mobile workshop?

In the brief silence, no one spoke.

"Is everyone clear on the plan?" Tong Shan asked last, extending his hand and drawing Ji Jue's reforged and barely functioning flag from his storage ring.

He had forcibly connected what was once a shattered Spiritual Circuit, barely restoring its function—it was just adequate for use.

It was like his current condition.

The fingers on his newly grown right hand were still stiff, difficult to move, only manageable through forced control by telekinesis, but fortunately, it wasn't too much of a hindrance.

Everyone nodded silently.

"Let's go over it one last time."

Over the comms, Tong Shan continued, "Apart from immediately destroying the ritual site, I will monitor the overall situation and provide support.

Once inside, everyone must cooperate with the repair crew to capture central control and avoid triggering alarms or reinforcements, with Xiao Mei responsible for protection. Big Brother and Tie Nan will handle the cleanup, taking the repair crew's vehicle along with them.

All the people inside must be killed. No survivors are to be left.

Agu and Shuihou will stay on the outside, maintaining communication and support, and when necessary, I will issue the retreat command. No hesitation from anyone, understood?"

In silence, everyone nodded in unison.

And so, Tong Shan seemed to smile.

There was nothing more to say.

The sound of excess gear hitting the ground rang out as Ji Xue dropped her pack, shedding Ji Jue's specially designed external equipment, revealing the slim protective suit underneath, which hugged her curves beautifully.

She took a deep breath, stretched, and warmed up with a twist and a wave of her hand before placing it on Ji Jue's shoulder. Sensing his tense muscles underneath the respirator mask, her eyes narrowed, "Don't worry, if you lack experience, just leave it to me later."

"It's not a problem to leave it to you, but could you not say something so easy to misunderstand?" Ji Jue sighed, "By the way, does our team have rules against sexual harassment?"

"Sorry, no."

A low chuckle rose among them.

In Ji Xue's pupils, amid the slow warm-up, a burning light began to emerge, radiating so brightly, the Spiritual Fluctuation within her gradually intensified.

Like a massive beast awakening, veins crept up her cheeks, casting her naturally beautiful expression into something fierce.

"It's about time."

She forced words through her teeth, "Ten times speed, can only maintain for six seconds."

"That'll be enough."

Tong Shan nodded, giving her shoulder one last pat.

Upon the flag in his hand, countless scenes flickered, eventually coalescing into a swirl!

In that moment, as the tip of the flagpole was brandished, an invisible torrential storm enveloped the entire bank. Amid the violent quaking, countless pieces of glass shattered instantly, yet no sound could be heard.

Instantaneously, the pressure transitioned from the crushing depths of the sea to the pure vacuum of nothingness. Massive volumes of air, both compressed and expanded, formed a terrifying explosion that, directed by telekinesis, raged wildly.

It was a rampage.

Even the roar of the blasts was utterly suppressed, as streaks of scarlet mist burst forth from every corner of the bank. Fragile bodies were mauled under such fierce changes, leaving them broken and torn.

Mercilessly.

Almost simultaneously, except for Xu Guan and Lou Feng, everyone's figures vanished on the spot.

Ji Jue barely managed to react.

Even with the Transcendent Vision activated through his ring…

"Go!"

In that moment, when the world seemed to halt abruptly, Ji Xue grabbed his hand, and from within the slowed-down flow of time, sped up by tenfold, she ran, chasing the others ahead and plunging into the darkness inside the bank!

Leading the charge was Ji Liu, enveloped in silent, bloodshot laughter.

Activating the blessing "Wind Sweeping Cloud," and with two comically oversized weapons in hand, he rushed to the front, where people didn't even have the chance to scream, creating a crimson storm.

But even the elder brother felt a flicker of envy and longing as he glanced back at his sister close on his heels.

The Path of the crowd was indeed terrifying in its Destructive Power, but it was an inevitable choice.

Their lineage, which Ji Jue had once heard about from Lou Feng, was none other than the Central City Mountain Returning Hall Ji Family, rooted in the Federation's capital, Central City—a place teeming with the strong. The foundation, cunning, and power of the Ji Family required no further evidence.

They bore the legacy of a rather rare compound Matrix·Daylight, among all Matrix classifications, usable by those with an excellent affinity for the Superior.

It pointed to Tian Yuan, the best at control among all the Superior, and to the mysterious and rare Gate of Eternity!

Should a user awaken through the arduous process of Upper-level Summoning, the power they could wield would be one and only — control over time!

Not just their own time, but the time within a range, even others' time...

With the intervention of the Heavenly Origin Path, the family's strong could even multiply the time of hundreds or thousands of people simultaneously by dozens to hundreds of times!

Unlike Transcendent Vision, which only enhances soul perception, it was genuine time acceleration that ignored air resistance, inertia, acceleration, and all side effects!

However, for a Transformation like Ji Xue, such a realm was exceedingly Gao Yuan.

For now, just sustaining a tenfold speed increase for five people was pushing her to her limits...

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