Blood Brake Squad

Bai Yang quickly searched through the man's memories to the end: more than thirty people were gathered across from him.

Among them were over twenty Advanced War Generals, as well as a Primary War God named An Zhengxin.

If they all attacked at once, they would probably have the strength of three or four War Gods.

They had all come for him, but he had taken a wrong turn as soon as he left.

The group couldn't find him, so they had no choice but to join forces and search the entire area.

The man gradually regained consciousness and called out to Bai Yang on the mental plane. "Master!"

Bai Yang sensed that the man had become his slave completely. He would obey any order without hesitation.

Just like with mental soul control, a slave could retain his own memories and consciousness.

However, their mental strengths couldn't differ too greatly, or something might go wrong.

But with Bai Yang's current strength, there wouldn't be any problems with anyone below the Advanced War God level.

He just needed to be mindful of the number of slaves and avoid putting too much strain on his mind.

The man's memories were like a series of closed folders before him.

He could open and view them at will, but he couldn't gain any insights from them. He was still a long way from reaching the level of a clone.

Bai Yang glanced around, then released his first slave.

He secretly directed him to walk in one direction, while he himself slipped off in the opposite direction.

After the slave had gone some distance, his teammates were still wondering why he had suddenly abandoned formation.

The slave, an Advanced War General, suddenly shouted, "He's here! He's trying to escape!"

Then he sprinted off in a direction, running as fast as he could.

His five teammates immediately followed, chasing after "Bai Yang."

Their actions set things in motion, and the temporary alliance of four squads instantly fell apart.

The other three squads couldn't care less about the search zones they had agreed on beforehand.

They all charged off in the direction the slave had gone.

As a War God, An Zhengxin belonged to the Blood Brake Squad, whose average strength was the highest.

How could they be willing to fall behind?

Even though they were the farthest from the slave, they still planned to catch up.

They had only taken a few steps when their long-forged battle instincts told them something was wrong.

"Stop! Stay alert!" An Zhengxin had just shouted a warning.

Bai Yang had already burst out of the bushes, closing in on them at an alarming distance!

He flung a cloud of dust at the nine of them with his right hand.

He immediately activated Psychokinesis, forcing the particles of dust—tiny enough to be true motes—to shoot straight into several enemies' eyes!

"My eyes!"

"A Spirit Reader! He's a Spirit Reader! Aah!"

The group cried out in pain. Several battle-hardened Advanced War Generals instantly lost their vision and were temporarily unable to fight.

The members of the Blood Brake Squad hadn't expected Bai Yang to be a rare Spirit Reader.

What they hadn't expected was that a Spirit Reader, who usually attacked from a distance, could approach them silently and engage them in close combat!

He was practically throwing his life away!

As a War God, An Zhengxin naturally reacted much faster than his subordinates.

He had managed to shut his eyes in time and block the dust. When he heard his teammates screaming,

anger surged in his heart. He swore he would torture Bai Yang, make him suffer terribly, and only then kill him to silence him.

But before he could move, Bai Yang was already coming for him!

They were only three meters apart. Against a War General-level fighter, that distance was practically nothing.

Bai Yang drew the Mount Hua Sword and thrust it fiercely at An Zhengxin's throat.

It was one of the thirty-six moves from the seventh layer of Mist Sword!

An Zhengxin was overjoyed!

An Advanced War General wants to trade blows with me? He must be tired of living!

He swung his long saber upward at the sword.

He planned to knock Bai Yang's weapon away in one strike, then capture him alive.

The saber and sword collided. An Zhengxin's hand shook violently, and he instantly lost his grip on his usual weapon!

The web of his right hand split open, blood spurting out, and his long saber was sent flying far away!

How is this possible? How can he hit so hard?!

An Zhengxin could hardly believe what was happening before his eyes. His strength was actually inferior to his opponent's!

Internal force! This is clearly internal force!

After landing a successful blow, Bai Yang thrust again, aiming for An Zhengxin's left shoulder.

An Zhengxin dodged frantically, barely avoiding the attack.

Bai Yang didn't care. He launched one thrust after another, unleashing all thirty-six moves in an instant.

An Zhengxin was a War God, and his movements could reach the speed of sound. But after forcibly dodging two strikes,

the remaining thirty-four all hit him. The final strike sent him flying backward a long distance.

He was in such agony that he couldn't even straighten his back.

As it turned out, Bai Yang's sword had never left its scabbard. He had been fighting with the scabbard the entire time.

He strode forward, took out the Monster Cell he had prepared beforehand, and forcibly fed it to An Zhengxin.

Then, without waiting to see what happened, he turned to deal with An Zhengxin's eight teammates.

The men had only just begun to recover their vision. Bai Yang jabbed with the scabbard, and one of them fell, groaning and rolling on the ground.

Then he fed each of them a Monster Cell, brainwashing them all into slaves.

A few minutes later, the entire Blood Brake Squad—

one War God and eight Advanced War Generals—had fallen neatly into his hands.

Bai Yang was pleased. This squad truly had been led by a War God; they were far stronger than the Tiger Tooth Squad.

They were a crack team, daring to fight in the heart of Magic City for years on end!

With the help of the Monster Cells, the Advanced War Generals not only recovered from their injuries but also grew stronger to varying degrees.

The nine of them were used to working together, and their combat strength was nothing like that of groups hastily thrown together.

Bai Yang sensed the location of his first slave. At that moment, the man was still leading the other three squads around in circles several miles away.

He sent an order to the eight men mentally, telling them to take Monster Cells and reinforce the first slave, then defeat the twenty-odd War Generals one by one and capture them.

The eight men immediately bowed and accepted the order. This task was hardly difficult, and they needed no further instructions from their master.

Bai Yang and An Zhengxin stayed behind alone and began to take stock of what they had gained.

As a War God who had fought for many years, An Zhengxin possessed considerable wealth.

The very first time Bai Yang searched through his memories, he discovered the first four layers of Nine-Layer Thunder Blade!

An Zhengxin had actually scrimped and saved to buy them himself!

An Zhengxin asked eagerly, "Master! I'm currently at the third layer of Nine-Layer Thunder Blade, with a force amplification of 2.8 times.

"But I'm no match for you at all! Your force amplification must be at least six times, right?"

There was no harm in telling a completely loyal slave.

Bai Yang smiled and said, "Not quite. Mist Sword can only amplify force by up to three times.

"I'm strong in part because of my monster transformation. Once I advance, the cells in your body will be able to strengthen you further as well.

"I've studied this sword technique and learned quite a few methods. My force amplification is around five times now.

"The Nine-Layer Thunder Blade you have will come in handy. I can learn a lot from it."

An Zhengxin's face was full of admiration. He declared loudly, "I'll tell you everything I've learned!"