Boom—!!
Dozens of orderlies shot out at once, colliding with the successive waves of Mysteries. A world-shaking brawl among Mysteries erupted.
Lin Qiye stood beneath his cloak, silently watching the battlefield. At that moment, he no longer seemed like the director of a psychiatric hospital, but rather a mob boss who had brought a gang of thugs out for a street fight.
"Instructor Lin!"
"Lord Qi Ye!"
The moment they saw him, Li Zhenzhen and Fang Mo's eyes lit up, and they called out excitedly.
Lin Qiye gave a soft grunt, his gaze falling on the wound Fang Mo was having bandaged. The bleeding had already lessened considerably. Given a little more time, it should stop completely.
Lin Qiye opened his mouth, about to say something, when his eyes suddenly narrowed. He snatched up the white cat Fang Mo and rapidly retreated!
Above the forest, a pencil instantly pierced through several kilometers of empty space. Moving too fast for the naked eye to follow, it passed through the spot where Fang Mo had been lying. Several seconds after the body of the pencil had swept past, a piercing sonic boom finally exploded through the air.
Had Lin Qiye moved even a fraction slower, Fang Mo would likely have become a dead cat torn to pieces.
The airwave raised by the pencil sent Li Zhenzhen and Lu Baoyou flying. Lin Qiye held the white cat Fang Mo in one hand, his Crimson Cloak whipping wildly in the wind as his gaze fixed on the pencil hovering in the void above him.
That was...
"Smells so good... I want to eat it... Seems so good... I want to eat it..."
A scalp-numbing whisper came from beside the pencil, and the pressure of the Klein realm abruptly descended.
Lin Qiye's expression visibly turned