For reasons she couldn't fully grasp, Xiao Chuxia felt a chill creep up her spine as she stared into Fang Xiu’s calm, unblinking eyes. Something about him made her uneasy, especially with Yan Changshou closing in fast.
In a moment of pure panic, the truth spilled out of her.
“Xiu, I lied to you earlier. I admit it. But how did you figure it out?”
“I saw the future.”
That single sentence silenced all of Xiao Chuxia’s thoughts.
“If you want to make it out of this alive, you’ll help me break through to the third tier.”
“You think reaching the third tier is enough to take down that monster?” Xiao Chuxia couldn’t hide her doubt. She was already at the third tier herself, and she didn’t believe that a psychic at that level could match Yan Changshou.
“Ah! What are you doing?!”
Xiao Chuxia screamed suddenly as Fang Xiu yanked her in front of him, positioning her directly between himself and the oncoming Yan Changshou.
Her heart pounded wildly as Fang Xiu whispered in her ear, his voice chillingly steady.
“Never question my orders.”
Terrified, she nodded frantically. “O-Okay! I’ll help you break through.”
History seemed to repeat itself as Fang Xiu ascended to the third tier once again.
Wielding Taotie’s power with complete control, he turned the tide of battle in an instant. With almost no effort, he crushed Yan Changshou like a bug.
This time, Fang Xiu didn’t summon his “wife,” despite she required a lot less psychic energy. The reason was simple: Taotie was far stronger.
Although his “wife” had once hurt Joker, that victory wasn’t due to raw power. Instead, it was some strange quality in her attacks, akin to Nightmare’s ability to blur the lines between reality and illusion.
“Wife” had a unique advantage—her strikes couldn’t be countered or defended against—but they lacked the raw force needed against someone like Yan Changshou, whose defense came from his freakish vitality, not physical barriers. Against an opponent like him, her power just wasn’t enough.
“Let’s move.”
With Yan Changshou dealt with, Fang Xiu turned away and began walking back toward the heart of the battlefield. The difference this time? He had defeated Yan Changshou much faster.
That speed advantage was key, giving him the extra time he needed to assess the other captains’ situations.
Rather than going straight after Joker or Fang Moli, Fang Xiu decided to gather strength from the other captains.
He spent the next few minutes watching their fights unfold, all while Xiao Chuxia trailed behind him, utterly confused.
She had no idea what Fang Xiu’s next move was.
Eventually, Fang Moli fell. Joker, now a fifth-tier powerhouse, stood tall in the center of the battlefield, his laughter echoing ominously.
“Hahaha... From here on, I reign as the strongest in the world!”
With that, he began mercilessly cutting down the remaining captains.
Fang Xiu silently observed as one captain after another was slaughtered. The headquarters was on the brink of total collapse.
Finally, Joker’s gaze fell upon Fang Xiu and Xiao Chuxia, who had been quietly standing on the sidelines, watching the carnage.
“Fang Xiu,” Joker sneered, “I’ll give you one chance. Kneel and beg for mercy, and I might just let you live.”
Xiao Chuxia, pale as a ghost, was moments away from fainting. Facing a fifth-tier psychic like Joker was more than her nerves could handle, especially since she had already lost control of her bladder earlier from fear.
“Xiu, what do we do?” Her voice trembled.
Fang Xiu, unfazed, glanced up at the sky and murmured, “This time... let’s call upon a different god.”
No one understood his words, but it didn’t seem to matter. The world was on the verge of destruction anyway.
Then—
BOOM!
The Wedding God descended.
An eerie sound filled the air, like the sound of Suona* echoing through the battlefield. It was a strange, unsettling noise that made everyone begin to laugh.
But this wasn’t laughter of joy—it was twisted, unnatural, as if their very expressions had been hijacked by terror disguised as celebration.
The weaker ones had it worst. Their lips stretched so wide in forced smiles that the corners of their mouths tore, leaving grotesque wounds that ripped up to their ears.
They laughed hysterically, their bodies wracked with violent coughing fits.
At first, they spat out blood, but it quickly escalated into something far more grotesque.
Internal organs were hacked up with each desperate cough, and some even managed to spit out their hearts, as if some twisted force was pulling them out.
It made no sense, but under the power of the Specter, their large, pulsing hearts were forced out through their throats.
Once again, Joker crumbled to his knees, pleading for mercy. His words were identical to before, lacking even a shred of originality.
"Please… please don’t kill me! Sir, I’m a Specter too! One of you! Since I was a child, all I’ve ever wanted was to be a part of the Other Side!"
Moments later, under the overwhelming power of the Wedding God, Fang Xiu died. But his death wasn’t the end—like before, it triggered a death reset.
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...
Revived, Fang Xiu resumed where he left off. He didn’t immediately act. Instead, he observed, meticulously watching each captain’s battle, taking in every detail, every move, leaving nothing to chance.
Before long, Joker’s wild, maniacal laughter rang out once again.
“Hahaha... From now on, I reign as the strongest in the world!”
BOOM!
Suddenly, a giant, pitch-black Buddha head descended from the sky. His face was solemn, yet covered in grotesque, fleshy tumors.
THUD.
Joker fell to his knees, desperately pleading for his life again.
“Please… please don’t kill me! Sir, I’m a Specter too! One of you! Ever since I was young, my dream was to be part of the Other Side!”
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...
Fang Xiu called upon another god and continued observing.
Joker’s crazed laughter echoed again.
“Hahaha... From now on, I reign as the strongest in the world!”
BOOM!
And yet again, Joker begged for mercy.
“Please… please don’t kill me! Sir, I’m a Specter too! I’m one of you! Ever since I was young, my dream has been to be a part of the Other Side!”
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...
Fang Xiu switched gods once more, continuing to watch.
Joker’s laugh, now almost routine, filled the air.
“Hahaha... From now on, I reign as the strongest in the world!”
BOOM!
He dropped to his knees once more, pleading with the same pitiful words.
“Please… please don’t kill me! Sir, I’m a Specter too! One of you! Ever since I was young, my dream has been to be a part of the Other Side!”
This eerie cycle repeated itself again and again.
Finally, Fang Xiu stopped observing. He had seen enough—every move, every variation committed to memory.
The time had come.
And so, the Foreseer Fang Xiu... entered the fray.
Fang Xiu made his way to the battlefield where Luo Qingxin was locked in combat.
Standing across from her was the Ace of Diamonds.
"Harvesting Day!"
With a low, chilling chant, Ace of Diamonds’ body began to change.
His flesh and blood vanished, replaced by dry, brittle strands of straw.
In an instant, he had become a scarecrow. But it didn’t stop there—the straw from his body rapidly burrowed into the ground and spread out in all directions.
What happened next was nothing short of surreal. The land within several miles transformed into a sprawling field, as countless strands of dry straw sprouted from the earth.
Within moments, they grew taller than a person and intertwined to form more scarecrows. Each one had blood-red eyes beneath straw hats, staring ahead with an ominous presence.
Luo Qingxin’s expression turned serious. She unleashed her Domain, cold energy surging outward in waves, intending to freeze the scarecrows solid.
But something bizarre occurred.
The scarecrows’ crimson eyes flickered with a strange, blood-red flame.
BOOM!
The blood-red flames, like tears, dripped from their eyes onto their straw bodies.
In an instant, a sea of fire erupted. The blaze roared across the field, using the inferno to push back against Luo Qingxin’s Frozen Zone.
Ace of Diamonds grinned, his voice filled with dark satisfaction. “The Pokers knows all about your captains and your abilities. We’ve been preparing for this for a long time. You, on the other hand, know nothing about us. So, I suggest you surrender quietly.”