Yu Ming's question carried a deeper meaning, and Zhang Chen naturally caught the peculiarity within it.
"When the dark matter Elizabeth had transformed into drilled into my body, I felt my consciousness being stripped away as darkness descended upon my mind. But I slowly forced that darkness out of my body with my own powerful consciousness, and the mask on my face fell off as a result. This mask doesn't look like much—it's simply incomparably hard. Take a look for yourself."
Zhang Chen directly took the white mask from his Cosmic Bag. Naturally, what he told Yu Ming had been fabricated. In Zhang Chen's view, Yu Ming was acting this way because he knew absolutely nothing about the matter.
As for the memories of the ability users in the psychiatric hospital, Zhang Chen believed they might be connected to the Higher Plane and his own existence.
The clown's private conversation with Zhang Chen at the amusement park had made him somewhat wary of Yu Ming. Some of the clown's words had indeed been correct. Zhang Chen needed to keep certain factors beyond Yu Ming's control in his hands so that he could protect himself should an unexpected change occur at the end. Otherwise, as a chess piece, he might very well be discarded.
An unnatural smile appeared at the corner of Yu Ming's mouth. After taking the mask Zhang Chen handed him, he tossed it into the air.
"Chaos Emperor Finger..."
Fusing Chaos with the Emperor's essence, strands of gray energy speckled with golden light spiraled up Yu Ming's finger. He pointed at the exact center of the white mask. A visible shockwave spread from the back of the mask, producing a tremendous hollow boom within the Sealed Land.
The white mask, having been blasted directly into the wall, remained