The raging tide surged, and spatial turbulence erupted in full within 0.01 seconds.
Mo Wen's arm, despite the powerful Stamina stat he had gained over long years, burst apart amid the surging imaginary numbers.
His left arm was swallowed by space.
Ye Qiyan's malice washed over his consciousness.
Countless malicious thoughts bred in his heart.
["Book of the Unreal and the Real"]
A purple-red halo unfolded within those same 0.01 seconds, its mental consumption completely synchronized with the other party's Sea of Consciousness.
Surging torrents, rising winds, a massive explosion in the sky.
Everything here had become a hell of bewilderment, a hell without souls, with nothing but pure evil.
Crash, crash, crash, crash-!
Ye Qiyan's powerful counterattack sent Mo Wen flying backward.
Having lost an arm, he smashed through several high-rises before finally being pinned to the top of a clock tower.
"...So this is the tide of the new era? Whew... It seems I still underestimated you. The Think Tank's analysis of you was utterly meaningless.
"As expected, those Think Tank members of the new era are all useless fools.
"No amount of so-called analysis can ever fully analyze a Train Conductor still advancing through the Wasteland.
"After all, beings like Human Train Conductors are growing every moment.
"Mentally or physically.
"Analysis...
"Heh."
Mo Wen jumped down from the clock tower.
He looked at his severed left arm and waved his hand. The missing limb returned as though he had never lost it.
"You really are strong. I was affected just now. Otherwise, I shouldn't have fought you. At least, not now.
"Ye Qiyan, how about we stop here?
"Give me that girl."
Mo Wen's voice was quiet, and the two were already a great distance apart.
Black flames filled the air.
The high-rises he had