118: They've even managed to possess the patriarch's body!

Su Wanqing looked at the silver mask, which remained largely intact amidst the thunder, her brows tightly furrowed.

"What is this?"

Lin Yuan didn't answer.

His Electromagnetic Induction had already covered that area.

Inside the cracked mask, he "saw" a faint Soul signal.

Oh, ho.

There's actually a survivor?

And one hiding in a turtle shell.

Lin Yuan slowly walked towards the mask.

"Don't touch it!"

Su Wanqing immediately warned.

"This thing is very strange, there might be a trick!"

"It's fine."

Lin Yuan waved his hand, looking utterly unconcerned.

"I'm just going to take a look and study its material."

"Maybe I can sell it for a good price."

Su Wanqing: "..."

At a time like this! This guy is still thinking about money!

She saw Lin Yuan reach out, genuinely about to pick up the mask, and her heart leaped into her throat.

"Lin Yuan!"

Lin Yuan's hand stopped just a few centimeters from the mask.

He turned his head and quickly winked at Su Wanqing.

The meaning in his eyes was clear.

Watch the show.

Su Wanqing was slightly startled. Although she didn't understand what he was up to, she suppressed the urge to speak out and stop him again.

Lin Yuan turned back and tentatively pointed a finger towards the mask.

"Zzzzzzt—!"

A wisp of black-purple electric arc leaped from his fingertip and landed on a crack in the mask.

Inside the mask.

The Soul, which had just recovered from the heavenly thunder strike, trembled violently!

"Ah—!"

A silent scream exploded within his Soul!

Pain!

Excruciating pain!

This power... it's that man's power!

He found me?!

Impossible! My Qi concealment technique is a core secret art of the Apocalypse Society. As long as I don't expose myself, even an A-level expert might not detect me!

He must have guessed!

It must be a coincidence!

Lin Yuan seemed to have been shocked, and he quickly pulled his hand back.

He shook his finger, a look of "surprise" on his face.

"Hmph, it even has static electricity?"

As he spoke, he seemed to disbelieve it and extended his finger once more.

Again, he gently pointed down.

"Zzzzzzt—!"

Another faint electric arc.

"Ah ah ah—!"

The Soul inside the mask roared again.

Again?!

This devil! He's absolutely doing it on purpose!

He must have already found me!

He's playing! He's tormenting me!

Endless malice and fear filled the consciousness of this Soul.

To think that he, Xiao Jue, the dignified Silver Mask Envoy of the Apocalypse Society...

If this plan had succeeded, he would have gained control of the Core and become an influential figure in the organization!

But what happened?

Before the plan even began, this madman's single heavenly thunder strike sent everything out of control!

The Core's energy ran wild!

It forcibly fused his Physical Body, Soul, and this Spiritual Artifact together!

Now!

The culprit who ruined everything for him still wouldn't let him go!

He even wanted to humiliate him in this way!

"Tsk."

Lin Yuan looked at his finger, then at the mask, appearing utterly "perplexed."

"This static electricity is quite strong."

Then, he extended his finger a third time.

"Zzzzzzt—!"

"..."

The Soul inside the mask no longer had the strength to even scream.

Just destroy me.

Quickly.

I'm tired.

Su Wanqing stood by, watching Lin Yuan, like a curious child, "poke, retract, poke again, retract again" at the strange mask, thoroughly enjoying himself.

Her brain was somewhat frozen.

What exactly is this guy doing?

Finally, Lin Yuan seemed to have grown tired of playing.

He no longer poked with his finger but instead picked up the mask from the ground.

He turned it over and over, examining it.

"Don't tell me, the craftsmanship is quite unique."

"Later, I'll take it to Lin Family Garden. Maybe I can trick some unsuspecting rich idiot."

Su Wanqing watched his money-grubbing look, a vein throbbing in her temple.

"What exactly do you want to do?"

Lin Yuan didn't answer her.

He held the mask and brought it close to his face.

A look of shock flashed in Su Wanqing's eyes!

"You're crazy! Take it off quickly!"

Without thinking, she flashed forward, intending to rush over and stop him!

However, it was too late.

A chill touched Lin Yuan's face.

He put on the mask.

The moment the mask touched his skin!

A surge of intent erupted from the mask!

This idiot!

Did he think he had won?

Did he think he had me cornered?

"Hehehehe..."

"Die!!!"

"Your body! Your power! Everything about you! Will be mine!!!"

A Soul body, filled with malice and greed, surged into Lin Yuan's glabella through the contact point between the mask and his skin!

Its target was Lin Yuan's Sea of Consciousness!

It wanted to occupy this body with infinite potential, along with that strange lightning power, and claim them all as its own!

Then.

It froze.

The fragile Sea of Consciousness it imagined did not appear.

Here... there was no gentle breeze and sunny skies.

No pavilions or towers.

Nor any scenery belonging to a normal human consciousness.

Here was... an boundless Sea of Thunderstorms!

The sky was suffocatingly heavy dark clouds, and within the cloud layers, thunder surged!

The earth was parched and cracked scorched land, and in every crack, destructive electric light flickered!

In the air, the Law of lightning permeated!

The Soul that rushed in floated dazedly in the center of this world.

It was stunned.

"This... what is this place?"

"How could a human's Sea of Consciousness... be like this?"

"Did I get it wrong?"

Just as it fell into a daze and fear.

A familiar voice resonated in this world of lightning, carrying the majesty of a Nine Heavens divine oracle.

"Don't blame me for not giving you a chance."

The Soul suddenly looked up.

It saw.

At the highest point of the infinite thunderclouds.

A towering giant, composed of black-purple lightning, slowly opened his eyes.

That face was unmistakably Lin Yuan's!

The giant, clad in divine armor condensed from lightning, held a lightning spear, looking down at the tiny Soul below.

"Now."

The voice of Thunder God Lin Yuan, filled with playful mockery, resounded throughout the entire spiritual world.

"You want to try?"