New Chapter: Hell Riot

(Correction: the black-clothed woman photographed in the previous chapter should have been Shaohua.)

The ripple formed from that wisp of light possessed astonishing destructive power. Wherever Wang Xuan's gaze fell, that aberrant monster—the tongue—shattered and vanished.

Standing amid the mist, Wang Xuan was somewhat dazed. He savored the sensation from just now and experienced it anew. Next time, he should still be able to use it.

"Turning reality into nothingness, an attempt and application expressed through techniques." He summed it up.

He felt mentally exhausted. That strike had looked casual, but its consumption had been immense, chiefly because the Dao charm it involved was somewhat beyond the syllabus.

This page of withered yellow paper was exceedingly mysterious. For now, he could not probe its roots or determine its origin.

"Hmm?" He tried to recreate that technique, only to discover that his spiritual power was insufficient to form another "ripple of light."

Though he had not yet fully tested that strike, he was certain it was a trump card. It was simply impossible to unleash it repeatedly within a short time.

He stood in the thick fog, looking at that ethereal, hazy, distant light ahead, a light detached from the Current World. He knew he could not approach it for now.

"How do you feel?" Wang Xuan asked the Mysterious Mobile Phone. Within the mist, he seemed to have broken free from the Current World, which was filled with decaying dust and felt somewhat false.

"It's far from simple," the Mysterious Mobile Phone replied. It floated beside him, its screen glowing with dim dark light like an eye as it scanned the surrounding environment.

"What exactly was that cluster of light in the depths of the mist?" Faced with mystery and uncertainty, he asked the phone directly. It might have an