Picking Up Supreme Treasures in the Dream Realm

Now they truly felt the threat, and their attitude finally changed.

*

Shapudian.

By the coast.

Yang Fan sat on a rock, frowning as he checked his attributes.

[Attributes]

Physical Value: 42.8

Spirit Value: 27.2

Life Elemental Power: 510

When Peralta threw the short spear, he felt a slight headache, as if something had slipped away.

After reclaiming the Deceitful Artifact, Yang Fan found that his Spirit Value had decreased by 0.1 points, and his Life Elemental Power had also reduced by 5 points.

He murmured softly, "By controlling others, can't I completely avoid the cost?"

Earlier, he conducted an experiment on a Carmenia person and felt the short spear's power was acceptable.

Although the cost wasn't significant for him, it was still hard to accept.

"Splash!"

A wave crashed over, hitting the rock and splashing many waves.

Many bubbles formed, gathering around the rock.

The black short spear was lodged above a nearby rock.

Yang Fan watched the short spear and asked, "Why is this?"

"Buzz!"

It vibrated, conveying a message: "Your Spiritual Power is intertwined with Peralta.

"Peralta is the main sacrifice, but due to the soul's entanglement, you also have to bear a bit of the cost."

It continued, "Using forced control, there is resistance in the soul, and only less than 20% of the power can be exerted."

Yang Fan uttered, "Oh, really?"

He stared at the short spear, contemplating whether to destroy it.

To him.

The Hunting God's Spear was not irreplaceable.

Previously, Xiaoya had given him a gift, and his Precise Superpower had mutated.

He thought that once the superpower completed its mutation, achieving a 'visual hit' would not be difficult.

And with such a high price for the Hunting God's Spear, it seemed unnecessary to keep it.

At that moment.

The Hunting God's Spear seemed to sense a strong sense of crisis.

It proactively sent a message: "I know there is a superpower that can avoid the cost of using me."

Yang Fan raised an eyebrow: "Let's hear it."

The Hunting God's Spear quickly sent a second message: "There is a soul-grafting superpower that can plant a Seed of the Soul in another person's soul, forming a Soul Puppet.

"Then when you use me to attack the enemy, the cost can be borne by the Soul Puppet."

After listening to the explanation, Yang Fan bluntly asked, "Who has awakened this Seed of the Soul superpower?"

The Hunting God's Spear replied, "There is a Superpower User within the Divine Judgment Bureau code-named 'Faceless Man.'"

Yang Fan was taken aback.

Faceless Man?

Wasn't this guy the first Knight Powerhouse of the Carmenia Federation in Xiaoye Liangzi's Dream Realm?

Interesting!

Yang Fan asked a critical question: "Since the Faceless Man has the ability to avoid the cost, why wasn't the Faceless Man sent by the Carmenians?"

The Hunting God's Spear was silent for a while and then honestly answered, "I can refuse to accept the Soul Puppet, so the Faceless Man doesn't dare to use me."

Yang Fan couldn't help but laugh.

How could he not know that the Hunting God's Spear, under the threat of death, was willing to compromise with him?

Yang Fan nodded lightly: "I understand now."

In his heart, he had quietly added the Faceless Man to his death list.

*

Plante Airport.

Yin Mansion.

The so-called "Yin Mansion" does not refer to the Underworld.

It was a piece of Undead Zone left behind by Yang Fan after he killed a Carmenia person's soul.

Due to the area being so much like the Underworld, the soldiers jokingly called it the Yin Mansion.

Based on Yang Fan's suggestion, the Great Xia Military stationed a group of soldiers to take turns monitoring the changes in the Spatial Rift at the Yin Mansion.

At this moment.

Six soldiers dressed in thick winter training uniforms were all sitting on small benches, lined up in the Yin Mansion.

Although the outside temperature was nearly thirty degrees, they were dressed like rice dumplings, looking peculiar.

"This place is really eerie; I feel my hands and feet are cold."

"I really want to start a fire to warm up!"

"The higher-ups said no, because it's uncertain whether fire will affect the Yin Qi."

"I always seem to hear someone screaming in pain."

"Me too, it feels truly uncomfortable."

"Each shift is an hour, and it's only been half an hour; it's really hard to endure."

The squad leader couldn't listen any longer and scolded: "A soldier's duty is to obey orders; where do you get so much nonsense?"

The soldiers immediately closed their mouths.

Five minutes later.

One soldier couldn't help but say, "Squad leader, your eyebrows have turned white."

The squad leader was a bit confused upon hearing that.

Another soldier reminded, "Squad leader, your eyebrows seem to be covered with a layer of white frost."

He looked at the others and said, "You all have it!"

The squad leader suddenly realized, "The Yin Qi has changed; the Spatial Rift may be about to open."

Just as he spoke.

Something bizarre happened.

"Ah~"

A piercing scream suddenly erupted next to everyone's ears.

This time, it was no longer a faint, illusory sound.

It was a genuine sound wave.

The soldiers were so frightened that they all stood up from their chairs, gripping their firearms.

At the next moment.

A twisted, semi-transparent figure suddenly appeared in the center of the Yin Mansion.

This thing looked terrifying.

Its head and body were detached, with one hand holding its head.

Its legs seemed pieced together, and they were switched; they looked extremely bizarre.

"My head aches, why does it still hurt after being twisted off?"

The head being held up cried out in pain.

Meanwhile.

The temperature started to drop sharply.

A layer of white frost appeared on the surface of all the soldiers on duty.

Moreover.

They felt the cold Qi penetrated their bodies, seemingly paralyzing their nerves, and they couldn't move even a single finger.

The squad leader's heart sank deeply in an instant.

It's over!

This time, we're done for!

At this moment.

Two Superpower Users monitoring the Yin Mansion from not far away sprinted in their direction.

One of the middle-aged Superpower Users raised his right hand, and a scarlet fireball erupted from his palm with a "whoosh."

Without hesitation, he swung his right hand, throwing the fireball towards the monster.

A moment later.

The fireball hit the monster.

"Whoosh!"

Flames burst forth.

The monster's figure was engulfed.

The middle-aged Superpower User beamed, but his expression quickly changed.

The flames disappeared swiftly, and the monster's figure re-emerged with no change at all.

The middle-aged Superpower User already sensed that the monster's intimidating aura had weakened ever so slightly.

This indicated that the Flame Superpower affected it, but the effect was negligible.

He realized that with his strength, he couldn't deal with the monster at all.

The monster noticed the middle-aged Superpower User and let out a sharp wail: "I'm going to twist off your head and make you hurt like me."

It moved its twisted legs and rushed over quickly.

The middle-aged Superpower User glanced over and muttered in his heart, "It's over."

The monster's speed was too fast; he knew he couldn't escape.

At this critical moment.

A rather odd voice suddenly echoed in the middle-aged Superpower User's mind: "'Evil Spirits' are not scary; you must learn to resist them with your will."

At the same time.

A rippling figure appeared out of nowhere beside him.

The middle-aged Superpower User took one look and instantly recognized the newcomer: "Mr. Ghost!"