66: Chapter 66 Golden Light Spell, Clear the Way!

Hundreds of "clones" surged forward, hissing and roaring like zombies released from a cage.

Although they had no weapons, their bodies, strengthened by evil arts, possessed immense strength, and their fingernails had become as sharp as blades.

"Don't come any closer! If you come any closer, I'll shoot!"

Lin Bing backed against the wall, her hand gripping the gun soaked in cold sweat.

"Roar!"

The woman charging at the very front lunged forward, opening her bloody maw to bite at Lin Bing's neck.

"Ah!"

Lin Bing cried out in alarm and instinctively closed her eyes.

However, the pain she expected did not come.

"Bang!"

A dull thud echoed.

Lin Bing opened her eyes to see that Su Yang had blocked her path at some point.

With one hand, he nonchalantly pressed down on the woman's head, forcing her to a complete stop.

"Is this the elite of the Supernatural Bureau?"

Su Yang turned back and teased, "Why is your courage even smaller than mine?"

"I... I'm administrative staff! Administrative staff!"

Lin Bing's face flushed red as she defended herself in a fit of embarrassment.

"Fine, Young Miss administrative staff, watch closely."

Su Yang applied a slight force, and the woman was sent flying by a gentle burst of energy, knocking down a crowd of people charging from behind.

"There are too many! There's no way to finish them off!"

Lin Bing looked at the sea of black, desperate, and shouted.

"Who said I was going to fight them one by one?"

Su Yang took a deep breath, his gaze instantly turning sharp.

He formed hand seals with both hands, his Golden Core spinning wildly within his body, and a surge of righteous energy shot into the sky.

"Heaven and Earth Profound Sect, the root of all Qi."

"Cultivated through eons, proving my Divine Ability."

"Within and outside the Three Realms, the Dao alone is supreme."

"The body has Golden Light, covering and reflecting upon my form!"

Boom!

As the last word fell.

An incredibly dazzling Golden Light erupted violently from Su Yang's body!

In this dim and eerie gymnasium, it was like a scorching sun rising suddenly, radiating light so bright it made people unable to open their eyes.

"Ah—!!!"

The women around who were controlled by Evil Qi, upon touching this pure Golden Light, reacted like ice meeting boiling water, letting out shrill screams as black smoke rose from their bodies, instinctively retreating.

The once impenetrable wall of people was instantly forced open by this Golden Light, creating a ten-meter diameter vacuum zone!

Lin Bing stood behind Su Yang, bathed in this warm Golden Light, staring at the tall figure in front of her, completely stunned.

Is... is this his strength?

This level of Golden Light Curse, even that Elder who has been in seclusion in the Bureau for years, probably couldn't achieve it, right?

"Follow closely!"

Su Yang shouted lowly, and with the Golden Light shield, he turned into a golden bulldozer, charging straight toward the stage in the center of the stadium.

The women who tried to block his path along the way were instantly repelled the moment they touched the Golden Light.

"Damn it! Damn it!"

On the stage, the young nurse saw Su Yang charging over despite being besieged by hundreds of people, and the expression on her face instantly turned incredibly ferocious.

"Since you can't be stopped, then become nourishment for the Painted Skin Madam!"

She violently plunged the scalpel in her hand into her own heart!

Puchi!

Blood splattered.

But eerily, that blood did not fall to the ground, but rather, as if drawn by some force, all flew towards the ancient bronze mirror behind her.

Hum!

The ancient mirror absorbed the blood, and the surface instantly rippled with blood-colored waves.

Immediately after, countless pale arms reached out from the mirror, as if trying to drag everything in this world inside.

"Painted Skin: Thousand-Face Kill!"

The young nurse roared, and her body began to wither rapidly, as if her flesh and blood were being drained.

And that mirror erupted with a terrifying suction force!

Whoosh!

The hundreds of women who were originally besieging Su Yang suddenly stopped their movements in unison.

The next second.

A hair-raising scene occurred.

Their faces... fell off.

Just like a mask falling off, that layer of "perfect skin" created by plastic surgery automatically peeled off their faces, turning into pale human skin masks that flew towards the mirror in the air!

Hundreds of faces flew in the air; the scene was even more terrifying than Hell!

"Ugh..."

Even though Lin Bing had seen many big scenes, seeing this sky full of flying human skin made her unable to help but feel nauseous.

"Want to run?"

Su Yang looked at the faces flying towards the mirror, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

"Playing such tricks in front of me, did you get my permission?"

Without stopping, he stepped in the Seven-Star pattern and instantly charged onto the stage covered in human skin.

"Palm Thunder! Break!"

Su Yang raised his right hand, lightning surging in his palm.

Five blue-purple electric snakes twisted crazily, emitting crackling explosions.

Boom!

Carrying the force of a thunderbolt.

Su Yang slammed his palm fiercely onto the ancient bronze mirror!

Crack!

A crisp sound rang out.

The originally indestructible ancient mirror was instantly covered in cracks in the face of the extremely rigid and Yang-aligned thunder technique.

"Ah—!!!"

An incredibly shrill scream came from the mirror.

That was not a human voice; it sounded more like the wail of some beast before death.

Immediately after.

Bang!

The ancient mirror shattered!

Countless fragments flew out.

Those hundreds of faces that were originally flying towards the mirror instantly lost their guidance.

They fell down like rain, covering the entire stadium.

Meanwhile.

On the stands, those hundreds of women who had lost their faces went limp, as if their bones had been extracted, and all collapsed in their seats simultaneously.

"Whew..."

Su Yang withdrew his hand, the Palm Thunder light gradually dissipating.

He glanced at the mirror fragments at his feet, then at the young nurse who had turned into a dried corpse, his brows furrowed tightly.

"Is this... the end?"

Lin Bing walked onto the stage, her face pale, her eyes filled with awe as she looked at Su Yang.

The scene just now completely refreshed her worldview.

"The end?"

Su Yang bent down and picked up a piece of the mirror.

The fragment did not reflect Su Yang's face.

Instead, it showed... a blood-colored eye that was slowly opening.

"This is just the beginning."

Su Yang crushed the fragment in his hand, watching that blood-colored eye dissipate at his fingertips, his voice low:

"The real Painted Skin Madam is not here at all."

"What we just smashed was merely a storage locker she placed here to collect faces."