Tyrant of Magic City

Two days later, after spending a comfortable two days at home, Bai Yang finally decided to set out.

Before that, he had sent Bai Sheng everything suitable for his current training in one go.

How far he could go from there would be up to him.

Yang Wu was waiting for him directly at the train station. After the two met up, they headed to the Wilderness Zone together.

Along the way, they didn't fight monsters, only traveled, and reached Kunshan's stronghold without any trouble.

An Zhengxin led a crowd of subordinates to welcome them. The team hadn't changed much compared to before.

Bai Yang's current mental strength could handle up to three slaves at the initial War God level.

Aside from An Zhengxin, he didn't plan on adding more people casually.

The number of War General-level slaves didn't matter. He had already told his men that if they found someone on the verge of death in the wild, they could save them and take the chance to add more companions.

There was a reason Wilderness Zone battle squads usually had around ten members.

Fewer people made movement easier, especially for War Gods, who often traveled in pairs or alone.

More people meant more noise, which would only attract too many small monsters to surround them—more loss than gain.

Bai Yang didn't plan on bringing many people this time either. He had Yang Wu stay at the stronghold to hold things down and also get some practical combat training with other War Generals.

He only took the nine members of the Blood Brake Squad and headed toward Magic City.

An Zhengxin suggested that the squad not follow the old subway line but instead take a straight route.

This would save time while also encountering more monsters, and the growth curve of enemy strength would be relatively steady.

Bai Yang thought he had a point, so he went along with the advice.

Monsters liked to dwell in human buildings within cities, which made the areas between two cities much quieter instead.

The monsters encountered along the way were generally not very strong, just numerous.

But the further they went, the density and strength of the monsters could be felt slowly rising.

Bai Yang had been practicing the Mist Shadow Splitting Technique for nearly a month now.

During this time, his strength had improved rapidly.

Now, a casual thrust of his sword was already a move from the seventh layer of Mist Sword.

Each strike seemed ordinary on the surface, but in truth, it contained countless variations.

It looked like just one sword stroke, but it encompassed everything—no matter how the monster dodged, it would be hit.

He now understood why the seventh layer had thirty-six moves.

So this was the method for force multiplier!

Each move represented a multiplier of one times the force coefficient, and the final thirty-sixth move was a thirty-six times force coefficient!

This surpassed Earth's techniques by an unknown distance!

Bai Yang remembered that when Luo Feng first entered the "Immortal Altar," he had achieved a score of thirty-two times.

Although he thought his performance was poor at the time, one had to remember—this was measured against the standards of the entire cosmic human race!

That meant that at the cosmic level, achieving a force coefficient above thirty was a very impressive feat.

And the original Mist Sword had already set this goal!

This showed that the true Mist Shadow Splitting Technique was at least a legacy from a cosmic-level powerhouse.

Who knew who had passed it down?

From Bai Yang's current perspective, with so many spaceship ruins on Earth and the monitoring station on Falling Ink Star, the Mount Hua Sword might not necessarily be something from the Silver Blue Empire. It was a pity he didn't know the universal language.

Otherwise, next time he could listen to what those aliens were actually saying.

So now, whenever he had the chance, he killed monsters with his sword techniques himself, and his force multiplier was gradually approaching seven times.

The ten of them pressed on toward Magic City, unaware of the exact time.

At some point, they seemed to cross an invisible boundary, and the atmosphere around them suddenly turned grim.

Many common weak monsters vanished without a trace, as if fleeing from something.

Bai Yang could hear all sorts of strange sounds coming from the sky from time to time.

He thought for a moment, then understood, and warned, "Everyone be careful! We might have entered the Magic City area.

I can sense the movements of flying-type monsters."

Bai Yang looked up at the sky. On the thick, gray-black clouds, shadows occasionally flickered past.

The group dared not be careless and all focused their attention.

Fortunately, their entire squad was extremely strong.

Perhaps because of this, the flying monsters were also wary and never came down.

From several kilometers away, they circled overhead for five or six minutes before finally choosing to leave.

Once they had left, everyone breathed a silent sigh of relief.

The strength of flying beasts was truly not something to be casually measured.

They could attack or retreat at will, and without a Spirit Reader, ordinary martial artists would indeed find themselves at a disadvantage.

Bai Yang knew his own situation well. His Psychokinesis and spiritual power each had their own strengths.

But he was not a Spirit Reader after all, and his spiritual power was always somewhat weaker than his physical cultivation.

Against a War God Level beast on the ground, even if he couldn't win, he could at least protect himself.

But against a flying beast of the same level, even if he himself came out unscathed, most of his subordinates would likely suffer heavy casualties.

"Master, please be careful. Many of these flying beasts are amphibious, living both in water and on land.

It's said that before their mutation, they were water birds that loved eating fish, so they prefer to nest on the tall buildings in the city center, preying on various sea-type beasts that crawl up.

Their numbers are enormous, making them the local tyrants here. Sometimes, even certain Dragon Beasts don't dare to provoke them." An Zhengxin explained from the side.

Bai Yang indicated that he understood: "Indeed, reading reports is nothing like experiencing it firsthand.

Who would have thought that in Magic City, it's these birds that run rampant the most? I originally assumed it would be Dragon Beasts or sea creatures."

An Zhengxin added, "There are also powerful Dragon Beasts and sea monsters. But they can't be bothered to clash with these flying types—it's not worth the loss."

"So it's the principle of a mighty dragon not crushing a local snake. I didn't expect this to apply to beasts as well. Fortunately, they're all part of each other's food chain, or else Jiangnan Base City would have an even harder time."

Thinking this, Bai Yang's resolve to build a War Base grew even stronger.

Relying on beasts to honor agreements was no long-term solution.

Once the group had waited for the beasts to fly away, they quickened their pace.

To survive in Magic City, they had to find a good foothold.

The variety and number of beasts here were simply too great.

Bai Yang and his team had to choose a relatively intact mid-level building to live in to ensure safety.

Too low, and ground beasts would ambush them at night.

Too high, and they'd become targets for flying beasts—not worth the risk.

The group searched with a map for a long time before finally locking onto a target.

They were now in an area called the "JD District," near a residential community named "Emerald Lake."

A small river happened to flow nearby, so drinking water and food would no longer be an issue.

Bai Yang immediately decided to head toward that community.