Saving Newcomer Ming Yanwei; Zhao Yingkong's Discovery!

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With the help of the Chat Group, Li Hao's mind was drawn to the boundless world.

It was as if they had fallen into an abyss, or been submerged in water.

Dull and oppressive.

Soon, Li Hao felt all the suppression disappear, and when he regained his sense of the outside world, he was already above a bustling city. Following the signals from the Chat Group, his mind instantly descended into a deep alley.

Ming Yanwei was filled with fear, her beautiful face streaked with tears, and her sexy body trembled as she leaned against the cold wall.

Fear, fear like never before seen!

Ming Yanwei stared in horror at the group of thugs grinning lewdly at her, fully aware of what she was about to face.

But she dared not think about it, nor did she want to.

Scarface grabbed Ming Yanwei's chin and cursed, "You slut, if you weren't so pretty, Laozi would have stabbed you to death."

"Clap clap clap."

Scarface slapped Ming Yanwei's face with his right hand, his eyelids lowered as he threatened fiercely, "Serve the brothers well, Laozi give you a way out. Otherwise, hmph."

Ming Yanwei was already terrified. Faced with the threat from the scarred man, she felt as if she had been frozen, unable to move at all.

This is!?

Upon receiving the message from the Chat Group, Li Hao immediately realized what was happening.

Ming Yanwei!

An important supporting character in Infinite Terror!

Li Hao was surprised and somewhat taken aback.

Infinite Terror, Main God Space!

This situation seems somewhat delicate. The Main God Space?

In some ways, the Heavens Chat Group and the Main God Space are quite similar.

Having traversed countless heavens and connected with myriad worlds, I still wonder which is more powerful, the Chat Group or the Main God Space.

However, according to the novel, the power of the Main God Space should be very limited.

Because a fourth-level advanced Reincarnator with Gene Lock can withstand the annihilation from the Main God Space, and the strength of a fourth-level advanced Reincarnator is at most equivalent to Li Hao's realm before he fused the Ancestral Witch's essence blood, possessing Lu Chen's power.

When discussing the fourth level of the Gene Lock, we must mention the level of Gene Lock power.

Unlocking the first-order Gene Lock only allows one to unleash power beyond that of an ordinary person, and is even less than that of a martial artist who has cultivated for many years.

Unlocking the second-order Gene Lock will greatly improve various physical attributes, but it still does not surpass the limits of ordinary people.

Unlocking the third-tier Gene Lock involves the further development of the brain, giving rise to a powerful sixth sense and possessing unparalleled strength. Reaching this level transcends the limitations of ordinary people and propels one towards becoming an extraordinary powerhouse.

However, starting from the fourth stage of Gene Lock, the power of Gene Lock began to grow explosively.

A level four beginner can smash a skyscraper with a single punch and destroy a city with their bare hands.

A fourth-tier intermediate level cultivator is already capable of destroying a city with a single punch, or even single-handedly facing a modern army of millions, and calmly confronting a nuclear bombing.

The fourth-tier advanced level is even more powerful; a casual strike can annihilate hundreds of miles, making it no exaggeration to call it a human-shaped natural disaster.

As for the so-called fifth-order Saint, they have already reached the supreme level of immortals and gods, or even stronger beings. In the world of Infinite Terror, starting from the fourth-order Gene Lock, each small level increase is like the difference between heaven and earth.

Li Hao was pondering this when he was quickly awakened by Ming Yanwei's scream.

The scarred man waved his hand impatiently, signaling his henchmen to take Ming Yanwei away for fun. Faced with the thugs who approached with lewd smiles, Ming Yanwei screamed and cried out in fear, hiding in a corner and trembling.

"No, no, help me, help me!"

"Pah! Help! I'll make you feel like you're dying of pleasure later!"

"Go ahead and shout, even if you shout until your throat is hoarse, no one will come to save you."

"Heh, how about we call someone for her?"

"Break the throat, break the throat."

Everyone teased and joked, especially when someone egged them on, they couldn't help but burst into laughter.

In the dark of night, the voice Tathagata hell, or like sharp blades piercing Ming Yanwei's heart.

Despair, fear.

"How boring."

Just then, a cold male voice suddenly rang out from above the alley.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and froze in astonishment.

One face!

A huge face appeared above the alley.

Its image is blurry, seemingly real yet illusory, like a phantom in a dream.

Ghost!

Instantly, everyone thought of the legendary thing.

Before they could even beg for mercy, Li Hao had already made his move.

Space!

Broken!

The space where everyone was located was like a shattered mirror, and the deep, dark space was like a black hole that swallowed everything.

Without struggle or screams, everyone was instantly swallowed up by the shattered space.

Ming Yanwei also fell in, but the surrounding darkness did not engulf her; instead, it acted as an invisible protective shield.

Faced with the clearly abnormal scene before her, Ming Yanwei was completely bewildered, unable to tell whether she was pleasantly surprised or terrified.

This scene completely shattered her understanding of reality and her established values.

"Are you... are you a god?"

Ming Yanwei gazed at the faintly visible human figure in the void, barely regaining a sliver of her senses. Her voice trembled, revealing complex emotions she couldn't quite articulate—longing, gratitude, fear, and tension.

"Welcome to the Heavens Chat Group, newbie."

Li Hao's calm reply completely jolted Ming Yanwei out of her panic.

Heavens Chat Group!

Could it be?

Ming Yanwei instantly recalled the voice that had appeared in her mind not long ago, and finally understood Li Hao's origins and the situation she was in.

After learning a little about the other party's background, Ming Yanwei's fear dissipated by more than half.

At the same time, endless curiosity and doubt welled up in Ming Yanwei's heart.

What exactly is the Heavens Chat Group?

And who is the man in front of us?

Ming Yanwei, filled with curiosity and even suppressing her fear of the unknown, cautiously asked, "May I ask who you are?"

"The owner of the Heavens Chat Group"

Li Hao calmly replied, "We are separated by countless worlds and are not in the same universe. What you see now is merely a manifestation of a wisp of my divine thought."

This wisp of divine thought cannot linger in your world for long, so you need to go to the Chat Group to find the answer to your questions.

See you later, you unlucky newbie.

Unlucky newbie!?

Ming Yanwei's bright eyes widened, feeling both amused and exasperated. Her fear of Li Hao's terrifying power and mysterious nature was instantly dispelled, replaced by a sense of familiarity.

But when she came to her senses, she found herself nowhere to be found.

The surroundings weren't that dimly lit alley, but rather a brightly lit corner of a shopping mall corridor. Faint noises could be heard from outside, as if it were a dark place in some bustling part of the city.

Hearing the bustling sounds outside, Ming Yanwei instantly breathed a sigh of relief.

Looking at the soft light and shadows outside, she even felt a sense of déjà vu.

Ming Yanwei stared unfocusedly at the light in the corner, and couldn't help but think of Li Hao's earlier words.

Not from the same universe, a wisp of divine thought descends, Heavens Chat Group?

Is the group owner a god, a legendary, great, and incredible deity?

Oh, right, the Chat Group.

Meanwhile, in the alley where Ming Yanwei had originally disappeared.

A petite figure, like a ghost in the night, appeared silently in the alley that had long since returned to calm.

She had short hair, a hot figure, and a slightly youthful face, looking like a girl who was only fifteen or sixteen years old.

The girl's skin was delicate, especially her hands, which were slender and fair.

She stared intently at the ordinary alleyway, feeling the fading fluctuations in the void, and murmured, "Such powerful energy. This is not a power belonging to the mortal realm. Who is it, and what kind of being has descended upon us?"

The young girl frowned slightly, about to leave, when she suddenly noticed something in the corner of the wall.

A wallet, a pink wallet.

The girl picked up the wallet and could still faintly feel its warmth, indicating that it hadn't been abandoned for long.

She opened her wallet, saw the ID card on it, and a strange glint appeared in her eyes.

Ming Yanwei!