At this moment, on the Sky Screen, another scene showed Yan, the fifty-second-level Battle Soul King and prodigy of Spirit Hall's Golden Generation.
Compared to Dai Mubai, Yan had been far less fortunate.
The place where he arrived was extremely remote. He had traveled and explored in every direction, yet found no traces of human activity. The only thing waiting for him seemed to be endless monsters.
At this moment, Yan was walking alone across a desolate plain.
Dark red flames burned over his body. His Flame Lord martial soul was fully unleashed, while five Soul Rings beneath his feet flashed in turn, radiating the powerful pressure of a Soul King.
"What high-dimensional world? As long as I'm strong enough, there's nowhere I can't go!"
Yan gave a cold laugh.
Just moments ago, he had casually used his third Soul Skill to burn a tusked wild dog monster to death, then roasted it and filled his stomach.
That had eased his previously taut nerves considerably.
Though those monsters were huge, they were still utterly vulnerable before his ultimate flames.
After his initial assessment, Yan was basically certain that those so-called Beast Soldier Level monsters posed absolutely no threat to him.
Crossing over a small hill, he swept his gaze ahead.
His eyesight, enhanced by the Flame Lord, allowed Yan to clearly see everything within several hundred meters.
Straight ahead of him, inside an open-air structure, six people sat around a bonfire. Several bulging tactical backpacks were piled beside them, while several freshly butchered monster carcasses lay on the ground.
Without a doubt, this was a Martial Artist squad from another world.
And it was a squad that had just gone through a battle and was now resting in exhaustion.
"Her Holiness the Pope ordered me to obtain this world's cultivation techniques at any cost. These people are the best prey."
A trace of greed and fanaticism flashed through Yan's eyes.
The flames around him churned violently with his emotions, baking the surrounding air into distortions.
There was nothing on the plain to obstruct one's view.
And Yan disdained hiding his tracks. The fluctuations of his martial soul were intense, and the fiery glow radiating from him openly announced his arrival.
"Who are you?"
A man who seemed to be the captain of the Martial Artist squad abruptly rose to his feet and shouted in a deep voice.
Even from a hundred meters away, his voice reached Yan's ears with perfect clarity.
Witnessing that, the originally arrogant Yan could not help being a little surprised. He stopped twenty meters away.
When the Sky Screen descended, he had still been in seclusion cultivating Soul Power. He had only been startled awake when the Sky Screen selected him.
In the brief ten minutes afterward, Spirit Hall had given him basic information about this other world, but he did not actually know much about the strength level of its people.
He only knew that the people of this world were not to be underestimated.
And those four words—not to be underestimated—had come directly from Spirit Hall's leader, Lady Bibi Dong.
However, after arriving in this world, he had encountered many monsters. Although they were not weak, none of them had been his match, so he had formed his own judgment.
The so-called "not to be underestimated" merely meant that the first batch of selected people had been too weak!
But now, having personally seen a method that could accurately transmit a voice across a hundred meters, Yan could not help raising his assessment of this world's people by one level.
His original assessment had been very low. Raising it by one level still did not amount to much.
As a Spirit Hall genius with no rival among the younger generation, Yan still did not take these somewhat bedraggled Martial Artists seriously. He merely raised his chin arrogantly and said in a condescending tone, "Hand over the cultivation techniques you practice. Cooperate obediently, and this young master won't kill you."
Hearing that, the six members of the Martial Artist squad looked at one another.
They examined the strange rings around Yan and then looked at the exaggerated flames covering his body, their hearts pounding uneasily.
After all, they had never seen anyone engulfed in flames yet completely unaffected, still able to move around like nothing was wrong.
"Who is this kid? He doesn't feel that strong, but he can be wrapped in flames without getting hurt. Is he an expert hiding his aura?"
"Or did he cultivate some special technique that lets him condense flames around himself as defense?"
One squad member spoke in a cautious whisper.
Another had a far more fiery temper. He simply picked up a heavy hammer and laughed. "Isn't a special technique exactly what we want? We can just take it!"
"He came to rob our Fire Hammer Squad. If we rob him instead, that's only natural."
However, the squad captain let out a soft sigh.
"No matter how special that technique is, it's useless as hell."
"This kid must have spent too long in the Wilderness Zone and gone crazy."
In the Wilderness Zone, carrying such flashy special effects was not proof of strength—it was courting death!
It was not dark yet, so the full effect of those flames had not been revealed. But once night fell, walking through the Wilderness Zone with flames on his body would make him a glaring beacon!
Every monster that saw the flames, regardless of level, would come to hunt him!
No matter how strong you were, when faced with an endless monster tide, there would eventually come a time when your ammunition ran out, your energy was exhausted, and your strength failed. At that point, death would be your only path!
Do not expect those monsters to show mercy and spare your life.
And do not expect some passing expert to save you.
That was just the kind of deceptive nonsense written in novels.
The truth was that you would die miserably in the jaws of monsters, become a stinking pile of shit rotting in the wilderness a few days later, then be devoured and digested again by scavenger monsters until you became a pile of shit with no nutrients left at all.
That was the final destination of everyone who died in the Wilderness Zone.
Seeing the people opposite him chatting as if they had not noticed him at all, even considering robbing him, Yan's anger erupted instantly!
"You're courting death!"
He shouted, and the fifth black Soul Ring around him suddenly lit up!
"Fifth Soul Skill, Flying Sand Wild Flame!"
Dark red flames filled the sky, transforming into a violent sandstorm that carried a searing heat capable of incinerating everything as it swept toward the Martial Artist squad.
This attack was Yan's signature Soul Skill, the very skill he claimed could flatten an entire street.
It was also his trump card!
Facing a squad of six, Yan did not dare hold back. The moment he attacked, he unleashed his strongest killing move!
However, just as the sea of flames was about to swallow the six people, a young man sitting atop a rock behind the Martial Artist squad, who had been wiping a dagger all along, slightly raised his head.
He did not even move a finger.
An invisible mental ripple simply spread from between his brows as though it were tangible.
Several rusty sheets of iron scattered around the ruins of a gas station suddenly seemed to be granted life. They curled up, then shaped themselves into flying knives!
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