119: The spiritual sea is the realm of the gods! Here, I am the calamity!

“You… what exactly are you?!”

The Soul named Xiao Jue screamed in terror in this world of thunder and lightning.

“What?”

Lin Yuan, perched on the Throne of Thunderclouds, slowly lowered his head.

His eyes, formed of lightning, looked down at the tiny Soul below.

“On my territory, you ask me what I am?”

Lin Yuan’s voice, laced with amusement and mockery, echoed throughout the world.

“This is my Mental Sea.”

“Here, I am God.”

“God?” Xiao Jue looked as if he had heard the biggest joke, madness surfacing on his face.

“A mere C-Rank! How dare you claim to be God!”

“So what if your Mental Sea is strange?!”

“Die for me! Soul Extinguishing Thorn!”

Xiao Jue’s Soul body ignited, transforming into a sharp thorn, and shot towards the giant on the thundercloud!

This was his last trump card!

It was a forbidden technique secretly passed down by the Apocalypse Society, specifically used to obliterate enemy Souls!

Even if the opponent was a B-rank Expert, caught off guard, their Soul would suffer heavy damage!

However.

Facing this seemingly inevitable strike.

Lin Yuan, the God of Thunder, slowly raised his hand.

He extended a single finger.

“Ding—”

A soft sound.

That Soul Thorn, capable of piercing the Soul of a B-rank Expert, was so easily blocked by a lightning finger.

“Is that all?”

Lin Yuan’s voice was filled with disappointment.

“Too weak.”

He flicked his finger.

“Crack—!”

The Soul Thorn, which had condensed all of Xiao Jue’s power, shattered instantly!

It turned into countless specks of light.

“No… impossible…”

Xiao Jue’s Soul body reappeared, many times more ethereal than before.

He stared blankly at this scene, his last shred of belief collapsing.

“Nothing is impossible.”

Lin Yuan’s voice rang out again.

He extended his hand and gently clenched it downwards.

“Rumble!”

Countless lightning chains rose from the ground, binding Xiao Jue’s Soul tightly.

“Ah ah ah—!”

The intense pain of being scorched by lightning made Xiao Jue scream.

“Now, let’s play a Q&A game.”

Lin Yuan’s voice was like a devil’s whisper.

“I ask, you answer.”

“If your answers satisfy me, I might consider leaving you a complete corpse.”

“You… you wish!” Xiao Jue was still stubborn.

Lin Yuan didn’t speak.

He just squeezed gently.

“Zzzzzzzzz—!”

The lightning chains binding Xiao Jue tightened sharply!

“Ah—! I’ll talk! I’ll talk! Stop the electricity! I’ll tell you everything!”

Xiao Jue’s will instantly crumbled in the face of absolute power and inhuman pain.

“Very good.”

Lin Yuan loosened his grip.

“First question, what is your name? What is your position in the Apocalypse Society?”

“I… my name is Xiao Jue…” Xiao Jue’s voice trembled, “I… I am the ‘Silver Mask Envoy’ of the Apocalypse Society…”

“Silver Mask Envoy?” Lin Yuan showed some interest, “Sounds quite intimidating. How does your Apocalypse Society classify Ranks internally?”

“The lowest level are ordinary members without masks, called ‘Believers’…” Xiao Jue dared not hide anything, spilling it all out like pouring beans from a bamboo tube.

“Above them are ‘Black Mask’ enforcers, responsible for handling specific matters, most of whom are C-Rank.”

“Further up are us ‘Silver Mask Envoys,’ each of us a B-rank Expert, the backbone of the organization, responsible for executing important plans.”

“And above Silver?” Lin Yuan pressed.

“Are… are the ‘Bishops’ who wear ‘Golden Masks’…” Xiao Jue’s voice carried reverence, “Every Bishop is an A-Rank Expert, the true core high-level members of the Apocalypse Society, rarely seen…”

“A-Rank Bishops…” Lin Yuan stroked his chin.

It seemed this Apocalypse Society was much stronger than he had imagined.

“Last question.” Lin Yuan’s tone became serious, “Does your Apocalypse Society have any major operations recently?”

Xiao Jue’s Soul body visibly trembled.

Hesitation and struggle flashed in his eyes.

This involved the core secrets of the Apocalypse Society!

Once revealed… “Hmm?” Lin Yuan sensed his hesitation, and his voice turned cold.

The lightning chains binding him began to flicker with dangerous light again.

“It seems you don’t want to cooperate.”

“No! No! I’ll talk!” The fear of death once again overwhelmed everything.

Xiao Jue let out a wail: “I’ll talk! I’ll talk!”

“Our recent plan… is… is in Jiangcheng!”

Jiangcheng?!!

Lin Yuan’s heart jolted!

The moment his mind wavered!

“Die!!!”

Xiao Jue’s eyes erupted with a final madness!

He actually detonated his remaining Soul Origin, turning into a beam of Soul light, shooting towards Lin Yuan’s glabella!

He deliberately mentioned “Jiangcheng” to make Lin Yuan lose his composure!

However.

That beam of Soul light, just as it was about to touch Lin Yuan’s glabella.

A large hand made of lightning grabbed it.

“Tsk tsk tsk.”

Lin Yuan’s voice rang out.

“Playing mind games? You’re still too green.”

“I’ve been guarding against that move of yours all along.”

“No… you…” Xiao Jue’s last consciousness rapidly dissipated in the lightning, leaving only unwillingness.

“Goodbye, Silver Mask Man.”

Lin Yuan clenched his palm sharply.

“Boom!”

The last wisp of Soul Origin was completely annihilated.

The entire world of thunder and lightning returned to peace.

Lin Yuan dealt with the unwelcome guest, a thought flashing through his mind.

“Jiangcheng, huh…”

“It seems my journey as a Supervising Officer is about to end…”

He shook off that thought, then shifted his attention to examining his “trophy” from this encounter.

That silver mask.

At this moment, it was quietly suspended in the center of his Mental Sea.

Lin Yuan’s System panel automatically provided an analysis.

[Abyssal Mithril Mask (Damaged / Fusion State)]

[Quality: A-Rank (Pseudo)]

[Trait 1: Thousand Illusions. Can simulate any life form’s appearance at or below the user’s Rank, according to the user’s will.]

[Trait 2: Core (Fused). A key used to activate the ‘Land of Gui Xu’, severely depleted of energy, requires specific conditions for replenishment.]

“Land of Gui Xu?”

Lin Yuan frowned, looking at this unfamiliar term.

It sounded like a place name.

And, it was a place name somewhat related to the Southern Border Gui Xu Branch.

“Interesting.”

Lin Yuan’s consciousness slowly withdrew from his Mental Sea… back to the real world.

Lin Yuan opened his eyes.

What met his gaze was Su Wanqing’s face, close by and filled with anxiety.

When she saw Lin Yuan wake up, a look of relief flashed in her eyes.

“You’re awake!”

She stepped back, creating distance, her tone returning to its usual coolness.

“What… what happened just now?”

“Nothing.”

Lin Yuan rubbed his glabella and stood up from the ground.

He looked at Su Wanqing, then suddenly grinned.

“Adjutant Su.”

“What?”

“You were so close to me just now, were you trying to take advantage of me while I was unconscious?”

Su Wanqing’s face turned cold.

“I was just checking if you were still alive.”

“Oh?” Lin Yuan drew out his words, approaching her step by step.

“Then why was your heart beating so fast?”

“I heard it clearly, ‘thump-thump-thump,’ like a drum.”

Lin Yuan said with a playful smile: “Were you mesmerized by my handsome sleeping face?”

A rare blush appeared on Su Wanqing’s cheeks, but her gaze sharpened, and she pushed him away, restoring a safe distance.

“Let’s talk business, where is that silver mask?”

Seeing her actively change the subject, Lin Yuan stopped teasing her, shrugged, and raised his palm.

With a thought, the silver mask, already partially fused with his Mental Sea, appeared in his palm.

“Here, the spoils of war.”

Su Wanqing’s gaze was immediately drawn to the mask, and she examined it carefully for a moment.

Lin Yuan put away the mask and said: “This place is not suitable for prolonged stay, let’s go and rendezvous with the main force first.”

“Understood.” Su Wanqing nodded and turned to walk towards the main force first.