The Power of the King of Fantasy Nation

When ordinary pollution logic chains began to lose their effect, there was only one way left to continue polluting.

A clash of true mental power.

In other words, this was also the most powerful form of pollution beyond logic chains. Aside from specific Pollution Sources, only monsters that had surpassed the Third Step could use it—a method of polluting through the "field" of mental power.

Just like the interrogation of the Midnight Court.

Aside from making someone confess voluntarily, there was another way to make him confess: forcefully convict him.

Beyond the wilderness, the Crimson Moon appeared exceptionally bright at that moment.

Hanging high in the sky, it illuminated the earth. Even the pair of "eyes" in the sky had dimmed somewhat.

Above the heads of countless executioners, the enormous statue that seemed both real and illusory pulled the heavy rusted sword from the ground. It gripped the sword in one hand and pointed it from afar at Qinggang Satellite City No. 2—and also at Lu Xin, Teacher Lu, and Number Eight at Crimson Moon Elementary School.

With that motion, the surrounding air seemed to suddenly gain dozens of times its weight.

Fine ripples rose and trembled, surging forward layer by layer.

"Clatter, clatter..."

From Lu Xin's perspective, the moment that rusted sword pointed at him,

the earth suddenly began to churn, and black wooden frames broke through the soil one after another.

Each of these wooden frames was over a hundred meters tall, abruptly appearing across the wilderness.

Countless ropes hung from every wooden frame, and countless densely packed "people" dangled from them.

Like fruit hanging from tree branches, they swayed helplessly in the air.

The wooden frames continued to emerge from underground, stretching into a long, towering wall that pointed straight toward Satellite City No. 2.