232: Pictures of the future!

"Stop, don't fight anymore."

Wang Mian's sudden voice made the four people in the center of the battlefield pause.

Song Zhong smiled, looking at Wang Mian who had suddenly entered the battlefield.

Haha, this is truly too much fun.

Zhou Ping looked at Old Wang Mian, then at the current Wang Mian. Although he appeared calm, his heart was somewhat at a loss.

Alas, he was already socially anxious, and now he saw two identical people.

Ye Fan had returned to his original appearance. He now had a new idea: this battle could not continue, no matter what.

Among those present, only Old Wang Mian's expression was somewhat unsightly.

He looked at his younger self, and for some reason, suddenly felt a bit embarrassed.

Yes, it must be because of that clumsy line.

Old Wang Mian gently raised his palm, and a magnificent silver Time River directly struck Wang Mian.

Ye Fan was stunned. What was wrong with this guy? Attacking himself directly? That's too ruthless.

Wang Mian also hadn't expected that Old Wang Mian would attack him directly without even a greeting?

Isn't there an old saying, 'one's own people don't fight their own people'?

Moreover, we are our own people, from the same father and mother.

Facing this terrifying Aura, Wang Mian dared not be negligent in the slightest.

Although he knew he was not his opponent, he could not just sit there and wait for death.

Wang Mian desperately squeezed his Mental Energy; he wanted to rewind his time, not too far, just back to ten seconds ago.

Ten seconds ago, he hadn't said that embarrassing line yet.

However, just as Wang Mian's time rewind started, that terrifying Time River had already arrived before him.

Boom!

The endless Time River washed over Wang Mian's body. His time rewind was stopped.

There was no way; when playing with time in front of the Time God, one must be prepared to be played with.

Wang Mian seemed to have been paused; he stood frozen in place, unable to move.

He could only silently endure the washing of that Time River.

Countless fragments of time, like film reels, flew past Wang Mian's eyes.

He saw the future.

It turned out that Old Wang Mian's attack was not to kill Wang Mian; he was merely using this method to transmit information.

However, to others, Old Wang Mian's attack seemed utterly inexplicable.

Countless wounds burst open on Wang Mian's body, and soon Wang Mian became a man of blood.

"Captain!"

The Mask Squad saw Wang Mian's tragic state from the other side. They were eager to rush over but were stopped by Zuo Qing.

"Commander Ye is on the other side. If he can't save Wang Mian, there's no meaning in you going over either."

Zuo Qing's voice was cold, but it was the truth.

Ye Fan narrowed his eyes. Although he didn't understand the Law of Time very well, he could see some clues.

Although Wang Mian looked riddled with wounds, his eyes were shining.

"Why help Song Zhong?" Wang Mian asked in his mind.

"Why help him, don't you know?" Old Wang Mian's voice held some annoyance.

Immediately, a time-lapse of Fengdu appeared in Wang Mian's mind.

"I... agree!"

The scene shown was precisely when Wang Mian, in order to obtain information from the outside world, was forced to agree to Song Zhong's request.

"This is..." Wang Mian was speechless.

"Understood now? I've already repaid the promise you owe," Old Wang Mian said indifferently.

"Uh... I'm sorry."

Wang Mian never expected that the instigator of this bizarre situation was actually himself.

"My time is running out. Next, you must watch carefully."

After Old Wang Mian finished speaking, countless fragments of time flowed like a flood.

Wang Mian quickly concentrated, searching for information among the countless time fragments.

He saw a corner of the future.

He saw that Great Xia had become a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

He saw countless mad gods first slaughtering all living beings, then killing each other.

He saw groups of unspeakable monsters flying in the sky, as if it were the end of the world.

He saw familiar people dying one by one.

Had the future of Great Xia already reached such a state?

"This is why I came back. Do you understand?"

Wang Mian's heart was filled with shock.

"But, if the future is already so difficult, why did you, back in Fengdu, just watch as Fengdu Great Emperor was... killed?"

Wang Mian asked the biggest question in his heart.

"He did not die; he merely exists in a different way. His timeline has not been severed."

Wang Mian was greatly astonished. What? Fengdu Great Emperor isn't dead?

But he clearly saw his heart being crushed by Song Zhong.

"Is this also why you chose Song Zhong?" Wang Mian asked in his mind.

"Exactly. The Time River cannot affect Song Zhong. Only such a person can influence the direction of time without reservations."

Old Wang Mian paused, then said, "He is the most suitable candidate. If possible, I hope to join the New Ancient God Church."

"Of course, this is just my suggestion to you."

"What if you're wrong?" Wang Mian couldn't accept such a situation for a moment.

"Haven't you seen the future? I have no choice."

"You..." Wang Mian was somewhat unwilling. "Didn't you leave any contingencies by rewinding time?"

"Haha, worthy of being me." Old Wang Mian smiled and said, "I've already entrusted that matter to Song Zhong."

...

With a thud, the exhausted Wang Mian had fallen to the ground.

From his entrance to his unconsciousness, only ten seconds had passed.

Wang Mian was indeed very fast.

"What did you do?" Ye Fan asked.

"Are we still going to fight?" Old Wang Mian did not answer Ye Fan's question. His current identity was Song Zhong's thug.

Ye Fan's expression darkened. He looked at the dying Wang Mian and made a certain decision in his heart.

"Forget it, no more fighting."

After hearing Ye Fan's words, Old Wang Mian looked at Song Zhong.

Song Zhong was also somewhat surprised that the other party had given up so easily.

"Hehehe, then Anta County, I'll take it."

Ye Fan suddenly felt a sense of exhaustion in his heart.

"Please treat the people here well," Ye Fan requested.

"Don't worry, I won't allow anyone to harm my believers," Song Zhong said with a smile.

Power Of Faith was very important to him.

"As for you, after returning to Shangjing, the Night Watcher high-ups probably won't let you off, will they?" Song Zhong said with a hint of schadenfreude.

"They can't stir up too much trouble."

"Is that so? I hope you can really control the situation. Oh, and one more thing."

Song Zhong said seriously, "The doors of the New Ancient God Church are always open to the Night Watcher."

Ye Fan's face turned green. "What do you mean by that? Are you saying that some people in my Night Watcher will change their allegiance?"