He took the opportunity to observe that every time they passed through a section, the door would only open after someone swiped a card, pressed a fingerprint, or scanned an iris.
Every door was a high-grade alloy gate, the kind capable of withstanding missiles.
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Clearly, the entire mutant prison was under extremely tight security.
Du Yang reckoned that ordinary ninjutsu wouldn't be enough to break through the gates. Even his attacks in the Triple Inverse Life state would be powerful enough, but only the Purification Power could do the job.
With so many doors, though, he would have to expend a great deal of Purification Power to cleanse them one by one.
Du Yang was somewhat glad he'd made the right decision and hadn't tried to force his way through. It was better to blend in and take advantage of the chaos.
After all, he was going in blind. He knew nothing about the layout or the situation.
And without any so-called protagonist's halo, he might as well conserve his strength where he could.
Once they entered the heavily secured experimental area, he saw one transparent room after another.
All sorts of experiments were underway inside, and they looked incredibly strange.
Some rooms were operating theaters. Mutants were bound hand and foot, pinned down, then cut open.
The mutants wore suppressor collars around their necks, and groups of people held them down, so all they could do was struggle as they watched themselves being dissected alive.
The researchers and doctors doing the cutting, meanwhile, were completely at ease, chatting and laughing as they worked with their instruments.
Afraid he might miss something, Du Yang decisively activated his three-Tomoe Mangekyō Sharingan, taking in every detail of the experimental area.
He had noticed that once they reached the experimental area, the guards' clearance was significantly lower.
The doctors and researchers clearly had higher-level access.
Getting their eyeballs, fingers, and the like would make escaping much easier.
Soon, a group of researchers in white coats came out to meet them.
The mutant immediately started trembling all over and wet himself.
One guard laughed. "What are you scared of? Haven't you had enough of living like this? The operating table will be your release."
"You should be thanking us for putting you to good use."
The researcher in the white coat held a stack of files. After confirming that they matched the mutant being brought in, he said with satisfaction, "Yes, this is Mutant 136. Please come with me and bring him to the operating room."
The guards all nodded.
Just as one of them was about to beat Mutant 136 again, Du Yang suddenly grabbed the fist he'd swung.
The guard looked at him in confusion. "Sen'er, what are you doing? Have you lost your mind?"
Du Yang only replied coldly, "I remember you. I saw you beat a mutant to death when we were exercising in the yard. Do you remember him?"
After all, it was still a prison. Once a week, the mutants were allowed to spend half a day exercising in the yard.
The guard sneered. "I thought you had something important to say. I've beaten more mutants to death than I can count on both hands. How would I remember which one?"
The next moment, brilliant white light burst from Du Yang's body, pure and blazing like sacred radiance, and enveloped the guard opposite him without warning.
The instant the light touched him, the outer layer of skin was stripped away by an invisible blade and dissolved into the glow. His muscles and sinews turned into scattered points of light, his blood evaporating with them.
Finally, his internal organs disintegrated piece by piece within the glow, leaving only a lonely white skeleton standing in place. But even the skeleton did not last; under the continuous radiance of the holy light, it vanished without a trace.
Only the faint glow lingering in the air remained to prove that what had just happened was no illusion.
The guards and researchers nearby stared in utter shock, all of them looking at Du Yang in horror.
To them, Du Yang was a real guard. Why had he attacked his own colleague?
"Good Lord, what have you done?"
"Sen'er, you've become a murderer!"
They were immediately overcome with fear.
"No, he's a mutant in disguise!"
"A mutant who escaped—or one who broke in?"
They all realized what was happening and panicked.
They couldn't even imagine a mutant escaping from prison or breaking in here.
The researchers in particular regarded mutants as nothing more than lab rats.
How had this mutant managed to escape?
Du Yang only sneered. Then, like an angel, he sent countless beams of white light shooting from his body.
Within a three-meter radius, everyone touched by the light had their flesh melt away completely, like snow beneath the warm sun. They had no chance to react.
Then screams erupted all around.
Du Yang began attacking indiscriminately. As he moved, the white light seemed almost alive, sweeping in every direction.
No one could escape its radiance. Everyone it touched was completely purified.
Countless people vanished from the world before they could even scream.
The entire experimental area descended into chaos.
The researchers conducting experiments and the doctors performing surgeries all started fleeing.
The light was like the sharpest blade. Anyone too slow to escape was completely obliterated.
Du Yang felt no guilt. The guards he'd killed had all stained their hands with the blood of countless mutants.
The researchers were no different. Countless mutants had died because of them, without ever having the choice to refuse.
Just as Du Yang was about to make his next move, he suddenly turned his head and saw Professor X standing behind him.
Professor X looked at him deeply, seemingly disappointed. His powerful mental force surged forth at once.
He had made up his mind, and his eyes held a look of resolve.
Professor X said, "You are extremely dangerous like this. I have to guide you onto the right path."
The next moment, Du Yang felt powerful mental force flood into his mind. Professor X was still trying to do what he had done before: forcibly strip away and permanently seal every part of Du Yang's consciousness that he himself deemed "evil," "selfish," or "hypocritical."
This time, however, Professor X held nothing back and used all his strength.
The aftershock of that power made the lights in the experimental area flicker wildly, while the floor trembled nonstop.
Du Yang felt how powerful Professor X was. It seemed his mind was truly about to be split in two.
Even an Omega-level Mutant could be caught off guard and suffer a crushing defeat.
Yet Professor X's brutal interference caused Du Yang's own mutant power to erupt even more fiercely.
A pure, gentle light enveloped Professor X, like early spring sunshine melting the snow or clear spring water washing away grime.
Professor X's expression froze.
The white light followed his telepathic link and rebounded onto him.
"This... what is this...?"
He muttered to himself as he tried to resist, raising a psychic shield.
But that shield was useless before the light.
The white glow enveloped his entire body.
A few seconds later, the light receded like the tide, returning to Du Yang's body.
The area fell silent.
The lights stopped flickering, and the floor stopped shaking.
There was no one in front of Du Yang.
No Professor X, no wheelchair, not a single trace that he had ever existed.
No dust, no clothing, not even the slightest remnant of his mind.
He had been completely purified from existence itself.
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