364: Chapter 364 Then help her!

Team Leader Liu slumped in his chair, murmuring unconsciously.

The world before his eyes had completely transformed into a storm of data. Every instrument was emitting a shrill alarm, the screens were a sea of red, and countless "WARNING" and "OVERLOAD" signs flashed frantically. Finally, after a burst of ear-piercing static, the screens went completely black.

The equipment, once again struck by an energy surge far exceeding its limits, had burned out.

But this time, no one cared about the equipment.

Everyone was standing, or rather, stiffly maintaining a standing posture, witnessing that mythic scene with their naked eyes through the one-way observation window.

Wen Yan's body was trembling uncontrollably.

As an elite of the Fangs Special Operations Team, he had experienced countless life-and-death situations and encountered all sorts of bizarre enemies.

But everything before him had exceeded the scope of a "battle."

That was not an army, nor was it magic.

That was the concept of "infinity" itself, forged into a weapon.

Lin Yao had done it.

This seemingly harmless young girl had, in the most insane, obsessive, and resolute manner, forced her own brother into a desperate situation.

A... desperate situation composed of countless versions of "himself."

Lin Yao's face was already as pale as a sheet, and fresh red blood seeped from her seven orifices.

Forcibly wielding "infinity" placed an unimaginably heavy burden on her.

But her eyes were startlingly bright.

She had won.

At least, in terms of momentum, she had already won.

However, as the focus of all this, Lin Yu's reaction was eerily calm.

He looked at that starry sky converged from countless possibilities, watching the "selves" walking out from it—each powerful enough to make the world tremble—without a hint of surprise or gravity on his face.

So that's how it is.

He finally understood the true logic behind this incredible scene.

This wasn't a forced summoning, much less a simple crushing of power.

This was an "invitation" based on concept and existence.

And the only prerequisite for this spell to work was that the invitee would not refuse.

Across infinite time and space, no matter which Zhao Tianyang it was, he would not refuse Lin Yao's request.

And no matter which time and space, or which version of himself from any possibility, they wouldn't either.

This girl Lin Yao had actually turned this bond into her weapon.

It was a purely shameless way to play.

Lin Yu even felt a bit like laughing.

However, something even more shameless was yet to come.

He could clearly sense what Lin Yao was trying to do.

She was constructing a cycle.

A terrifying cycle that used these projections as an energy source to feed back into herself, thereby achieving infinite endurance.

Simply put, she consumed energy to summon partners, the partners helped her recover her energy, and she continued to summon.

As long as this cycle could be successfully established, she could truly command this "Infinite Legion" and turn this duel into a never-ending war of attrition.

It was a beautiful idea.

Unfortunately, the Little Girl's ambition was too great.

Her ambition far exceeded the limits of what she could currently endure.

The base of "infinity" was too large; the initial consumption of filtering and summoning "powerful individuals" was like a black hole, instantly draining all her power.

She wouldn't last until the moment the cycle was established.

Lin Yu's gaze fell upon his sister's pale little face.

Those seven streaks of blood were particularly jarring in his vision.

He looked toward the other side.

Zhao Tianyang's tower-like body showed a slight, almost imperceptible tremor for the first time.

As the other core of the summoning, he was also sharing that terrifying pressure from infinite time and space for Lin Yao.

His loyalty made him endure all this without hesitation.

But enduring didn't mean there was no cost.

Inside the Duel Arena, the atmosphere had solidified to the extreme.

That blood-colored Shura ocean, that brilliant magical torrent, that deep starry sky of the powerful.

Three forces capable of overturning the world had turned the small Duel Arena into a coliseum of myth.

Lin Yao gritted her teeth, her mouth filled with a metallic sweetness; her consciousness began to blur, and the whole world was spinning.

No... just a little more... just a little bit more, and the cycle will be complete!

Wen Yan's gaze pierced through that distorted space, locking onto Lin Yao's pale little face.

The blood seeping from her seven orifices was no longer just streaks but had converged into small streams, dripping down her smooth chin.

Her body was becoming gaunt at a visible rate.

Her life force was draining away.

If this continued, within ten seconds, this girl who had created a miracle would be completely sucked dry into a withered corpse by the very miracle she had created.

"We must stop her!" a young researcher shouted out.

"How do we stop her?" The Old Analyst's voice was incredibly hoarse. "Forced interruption? What do you think the consequences of interrupting a spell that is pulling 'infinity' would be? That out-of-control power would instantly tear her to shreds, along with the entire Duel Arena!"

In an instant, a deathly silence fell over the control room.

Indeed, how to stop it?

This was an unsolvable deadlock.

Leave it alone, and Lin Yao would be sucked dry alive.

Forcibly intervene, and Lin Yao would instantly explode.

"A deadlock."

Wen Yan's lips moved, spitting out those two words.

His body was as tense as a fully drawn bow, every inch of muscle screaming in protest.

As a bystander, even he could feel how terrifying the pulling force from infinite time and space was.

And Lin Yao, at the center of the storm, was enduring a lingering torture beyond ordinary imagination.

To leave it be was death.

To intervene was also death.

Inside the observation deck, everyone was pinned in place by this conclusion, unable to move.

Despair, like a thick swamp, submerged everyone's nose and mouth.

Wen Yan's gaze was fixed firmly on the swaying, slender figure in the center of the Duel Arena.

A crazy thought sprang from the deepest part of Wen Yan's heart without warning, instantly occupying all his thoughts.

Since going forward is death and going backward is also death... then the only way is up!

If we can't make her stop, then help her complete it!

But if she completes it, what about her opponent?

Wen Yan's gaze instinctively turned toward the other end of the Duel Arena.

That man, Lin Yu.

From beginning to end, he had just been standing there quietly, watching everything calmly.

In the face of that starry sky composed of countless versions of "himself"—enough to make any god despair—there wasn't even a ripple on his face.

Wen Yan had seen this expression many times on Qin Zhan's face; it was a confidence that everything was under control.

He didn't know where it came from, but Wen Yan chose to believe.