Chapter 500 – Psychic “Domain”

Amidst the wild grass, Zhen Zhiyuan closed his eyes tightly and suddenly smiled confidently, “Done. With my perceptive ability, I can complete the entrapment before he reacts. Now, no matter how much he struggles, it’s already too late. The outcome was decided at this moment, hahaha…”

“That’s amazing!”

Liu Baodong stared at the grass in front of him, his eyes wide open.

Although he didn’t understand what had happened, it seemed that Ling Mo and his group were really trapped!

Just a few seconds ago, Liu Baodong found the smug face of this sleazy man somewhat annoying, but now, he was utterly stunned.

This guy dared to arrogantly declare himself an absolute master in the use of psychic power, and he indeed had some skills to back it up!

At this moment, looking toward the wilderness ahead, although it seemed like nothing had changed, an eerie feeling uncontrollably rose from the bottom of Liu Baodong’s heart.

There must be something there that he couldn’t see, but was extremely dangerous…

“Although it’s unlikely anything will happen, you still need to keep an eye on him,” Loong said excitedly, rubbing his hands together.

Liu Baodong gripped his gun tightly and nodded, “Okay!”

If there’s any weakness… it’s that Zhen Zhiyuan can’t move while using his superpower. That’s his biggest issue.

Moreover, he temporarily loses control over his body. Talking and blinking are fine, but any larger movements are impossible.

Usually, such an obvious and significant weakness would be fatal.

But Zhen Zhiyuan didn’t care. According to him, from the moment the prey was caught by him, they were as good as dead.

Whether he could move or not, they couldn’t touch a single hair on his body.

Black Cat giggled and had already dashed into the wilderness.

“They’re dead meat.”

Loong also let out a sinister laugh and followed swiftly.

Zhen Zhiyuan had already spread his domain, trapping the prey within it.

And they were the frenzied hunters, who would hunt down each of these inescapable prey one by one!

This mode of cooperation was perfect!

“In my ‘domain,’ struggling is useless…”

Zhen Zhiyuan chuckled, his tightly closed eyes rapidly moving beneath his black-rimmed glasses…

“To be able to use the psychic realm directly as an illusion…”

Ling Mo glanced around and suddenly extended a psychic tentacle.

However, to his surprise, the tentacle dissipated as soon as it emerged.

“Absorb?”

This psychic realm could actually absorb the psychic power he emitted!

It was similar to his “Devour,” but the difference was that the absorb here was passive, whereas his Devour was active.

“This is troublesome…”

Ling Mo immediately frowned, pinching his chin.

Since the opponent’s psychic realm could absorb psychic power, his Devour was temporarily useless.

The original plan to directly break this illusion with brute force naturally had to be shelved.

The “straw” dissipated as soon as it appeared, so how could he Devour?

Moreover, Ling Mo also realized that the harder he tried to release psychic power, the more of it would be absorbed by the opponent.

At this moment, he keenly noticed that the small amount of psychic power that had just been absorbed caused a subtle change in the “ground” beneath his feet…

“Hah… Absorbing the psychic power of those trapped, and using it to further strengthen the illusion, really creates a vicious cycle… Wait, this isn’t right…”

Ling Mo squatted down to take a closer look and was stunned, “What the hell!”

No wonder this “ground” looked familiar it was the floor of his own home!

What was going on?

“Right, although this illusion absorbed some psychic power, it wasn’t directly Devoured by this superhuman…” Ling Mo looked around and found that only this piece of the floor was different. “The absorbed psychic power retains its original memory and will, directly becoming part of the illusion?” He rubbed his forehead, thinking, “So, we are also integrated into this illusion… or rather, the psychic realm?”

This realization made Ling Mo frown even more, and he began to feel a headache coming on.

As long as the psychic power wasn’t completely drained and turned into a mindless zombie, even those zombies that hadn’t regained consciousness still retained some amount of psychic power.

Within this psychic realm, besides Ling Mo and the mastermind behind this, there were also Xia Na and Black Silk, both with astonishing psychic power.

Once they used their psychic power, that portion of energy would become part of the illusion, making it even harder for them to escape.

Moreover, the mental energy they released could transform into all sorts of chaotic things based on their subconscious…

Black Silk aside, Ling Mo had already witnessed how bizarre Xia Na’s psychic realm could be!

Who knew what this psychic realm would turn into…

“This is a complete mess.”

Ling Mo gloomily slapped his forehead and sighed.

Additionally, maintaining the psychic link with the female zombies now required more psychic power.

Fortunately, this consumption was still manageable for Ling Mo.

Even after extensive usage of his psychic power, his total psychic power was still unmatched by ordinary mental ability superhumans.

This small amount of psychic power absorption wouldn’t lead to any severe consequences and could be temporarily ignored.

“This superhuman is a perfect counter to mental abilities!”

The people from Falcon Camp clearly hadn’t arrived yet, and even if they did, they wouldn’t attack him. The Air Force Corps was too busy to launch a surprise attack here…

“F Team?”

Although a bit puzzled, this seemed like the closest answer for now.

Ling Mo’s mind raced through all possibilities within a second, finally concluding with this deduction.

“No matter who he is, as long as he has a superpower, he must have a weakness.”

Ling Mo stood up and glanced around: “This psychic realm isn’t something that exists without a source. That superhuman must be in here too.”

Although this superpower seemed overwhelmingly powerful, Ling Mo had already grasped its core.

No matter how difficult it was to break this illusion, it didn’t matter. As long as he could find that superhuman, everything would be resolved.

In this regard, it was just like his role as a Puppeteer.

Both he and this superhuman relied on external forces.

For instance, the Zombie Puppets Ling Mo controlled, and the external psychic power this superhuman absorbed.

Luckily, the superhuman hadn’t mastered the ability to directly seize others’ psychic power.

At best, he could only use borrowed strength, rather than truly holding all the power in his hands.

“But in terms of innate talent, this guy’s abilities are several times stronger than mine…”

Ling Mo sighed, then walked out of the alley.

The moment he stepped out, Ling Mo was dumbfounded.

He almost instinctively wanted to release a psychic tentacle, but fortunately, he restrained himself at the crucial moment.

“Although I hate to admit it… this is really impressive!”

When he was still in the alley, Ling Mo thought the “environment” here was probably similar to Xia Na’s psychic realm.

Existing in the subconscious, based on a certain memory from the real world…

But stepping out, he realized…

“Where the hell is this?!”

A long path wound up the mountain, leading to the top.

On the mountaintop, amidst the shaded trees, a crooked and extremely eerie medieval castle could be seen.

On either side of the path were dark forests, with graveyards scattered everywhere, the crosses sticking out of the ground giving Ling Mo a strong sense of déjà vu.

The entire scene looked oppressive and filled with an eerie atmosphere.

If anyone else suddenly found themselves in such a place, panic would be inevitable.

Moreover, what Ling Mo had just emerged from wasn’t an alley but a section of crumbling ruins.

Looking back nearly made him freeze on the spot.

“Caw! Caw!”

A black crow suddenly flapped its wings and flew over Ling Mo’s head, and behind it was a dilapidated and eerie-looking church.

“Clang.”

Under Ling Mo’s gaze, a piece of stained glass fell and shattered on the ground.

“Xia Na… check out this imagination…”

The first thought that popped into Ling Mo’s head was this sentence.