192: Nine-turn Resurrection Method

The searchlights from the five military bases illuminated the night sky with a pale green hue.

On the steel plaza, dense formations of soldiers stood in silent rows.

A fluorescent warning circle was drawn at everyone's feet, serving as the last line of defense against a parasitic outbreak.

"Seventh case! B3 Zone!"

As the supervisor shrieked, a second lieutenant suddenly convulsed violently.

His eyeballs spun wildly in their sockets, finally bursting with a 'pop' and releasing countless black threadworms.

A Grandmaster from the Martial Alliance instantly stepped forward, a greenish-grey Protective Aura coalescing into a vortex in his palm.

He pressed down from the air, suppressing it!

The disturbance spread like a plague.

A certain formation suddenly erupted, with over thirty Martial Artist soldiers simultaneously tearing open their uniforms, revealing black substances wriggling beneath their skin.

"Execute purification protocol."

Wang Qingtian's voice on the broadcast was as cold as ice.

Buzz—!

The energy turrets on the high towers rotated simultaneously, emitting a mechanical hum.

Blinding blue light illuminated the inside of the cannon barrels, and the air warped from the high temperature.

The next moment, brilliant energy beams pierced the twilight, accurately striking the foreheads of the mutated soldiers,

incinerating them and the black threadworms into ash... Top floor of the Command Center.

Su Lei sat cross-legged, sky prison resting across his lap.

The dark red patterns on the blade flickered with his breathing, coating his silhouette with a bloody halo.

The Mental Energy emanating from him was like an invisible spider web, covering every corner of the five bases.

Every disturbance, every scream, was clearly reflected in his Sea of Consciousness.

When the last disturbance subsided, he suddenly turned towards the main control room, his brow furrowing almost imperceptibly... The red alarm light in the main control room suddenly lit up.

"Professor!" a female researcher rushed over to report, "The fourth set of coordinate parameters for the spacetime anchor point is automatically correcting!"

Dean Li strode to the instrument screen, his glasses reflecting wildly flashing code.

The coordinates, which had been calibrated countless times, were now shifting at a rate of 0.003 degrees per second—

This minute change, imperceptible to humans, was enough to cause the teleportation landing point to deviate by three hundred meters.

"Lock down the modification source!" Dean Li's gaze darkened, "Pull up the surveillance from the last half hour!"

In the surveillance footage, a blurry figure seemed to be operating something in front of a terminal.

Then it suddenly flickered a few times, and a frame showed static noise.

"Electromagnetic interference?" Dean Li's pupils contracted sharply, and he spun around abruptly.

"Go! Report to Commander Wang immediately!"

The female researcher was about to pick up the communicator,

but a young researcher wearing black-rimmed glasses silently blocked her way.

This expert from the Northern Theater Command was usually taciturn, but now he wore a strange smile.

Dean Li frowned deeply, speaking with displeasure: "Xiao Lin, what are you doing?"

This was an expert from the original Northern Theater Command.

Considering his familiarity with the geography of the northern border, he was involved in anchoring the teleportation point coordinates,

and he had indeed played an indispensable role.

The other party did not answer.

The next second, all the lights in the main control room went out.

In the last instant before darkness fell,

everyone saw 'Xiao Lin's' mouth split to his ears, revealing dense black tentacles inside.

Those slender tentacles wriggled like living things, with viscous liquid dripping from their tips... Despair weighed heavily on everyone's hearts, like a tangible entity.

Countless experimental instruments and tools were knocked to the ground by the panicked crowd,

and screams and cries echoed in the darkness.

The next moment, soft white light suddenly appeared around them.

The monster seemed to be gripped by an invisible large hand, instantly crushed!

Su Lei silently withdrew his gaze from a thousand meters away, his Mental Energy also receding like a tide.

The rest could be left to Wang Qingtian and the others.

He had more important matters now.

—A long-awaited System mission.

[The Host has just begun Cultivating Martial Dao, yet dares to venture onto the battlefield, overestimating himself.]

[To survive in war, the key is to perceive danger in advance and grasp the situation on the battlefield.]

[Please, Host, practice Mental Energy scanning.]

Su Lei felt a bit speechless at the System's evaluation.

But Mental Energy Cultivation was as easy as turning over his hand for him.

The moment the mission was issued, his Mental Energy had already spread out like a tide, covering the five military bases and even extending to the entire border defense line.

Every inch of land, every building, every living creature, was perfectly clear in his perception.

—On a certain high tower, a sniper's finger gently caressed the trigger;

In the underground laboratory, a researcher stared at the boiling black liquid in a test tube, cold sweat beading on his forehead;

Inside the Command Center, Wang Qingtian stood with his back to the surveillance screen, his fists clenching with a creaking sound... All details were within his grasp.

As his Mental Energy receded, the System's prompt sounded again.

[Mission complete!]

[Reward: Nine Revolutions Soul Return Method]

"Hmm?" Su Lei's eyes narrowed.

The next moment, countless obscure and profound knowledge poured into his mind like a torrent.

Ancient runes flashed in the depths of his consciousness, transforming into golden chains, link by link, branded into his memory.

His pupils suddenly contracted, and a faint golden light appeared in his eyes.

"This is... a forbidden technique to reverse life and death?!"

Su Lei suddenly opened his eyes, his breathing uncontrollably quickening.

This secret method could capture scattered Soul fragments and reshape the Soul of a dying person within the range of Mental Energy!

Those soldiers blasted into charcoal by energy cannons, those researchers whose chests were pierced by tentacles... As long as the death time did not exceed fifteen minutes and the Soul had not completely annihilated, he could forcibly pull them back to the human world!

"It's simply... Heaven-Defying."

Su Lei murmured softly, rapidly digesting the key points of the Cultivation Technique in his mind.

Just as he was about to try operating the Nine Revolutions Soul Return Method, the communicator on the table suddenly vibrated.

"Su Lei, please come to the Command Center."

After connecting, Wang Qingtian's voice came through.

In the background, intense arguments and the thud of files being slammed onto a table could vaguely be heard.

The Commander's voice carried a rare hesitation.

"Regarding the next course of action... we need to consult your opinion."

It seemed the situation was worse than expected... Su Lei silently got up and went to the Command Center conference room.

The moment he pushed open the door, the arguments of more than twenty Advanced military officers abruptly ceased, and everyone turned in unison.

Wang Qingtian immediately rose from his seat and nodded in greeting.

"Dean Li was just attacked. Was it you who saved them?"

"That's right." Su Lei's gaze swept to the corner.

Dean Li was slumped in an armchair, his face pale, his eyes behind his glasses still showing the dazed look of someone shaken.

He cast a grateful look.

"I didn't expect these Demonic Beasts to have infiltrated so deeply... even the research team has been parasitized."