The Last Commander of the Red Alert

Wang Chun, who was running away, realized that no one was chasing him anymore, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

If it happened again, he wouldn't be able to endure it.

He put away his defensive shield. This was his last resort, something he would only use in a life-threatening situation. He had thought that even if he ever used it, it would be a long time from now, but he never expected to use it so soon.

"Damn it! With these severe injuries, it would take at least several months to recover. If that guy wipes out the humans, I'll never have a chance to become the Ghost Emperor!"

Wang Chun was furious. He had the potential to challenge Small Galaxy-level experts, but he had been delayed for so long in order to complete a certain task, secretly helping a Ghost King collect the bodies of humans. Instead of completing the collection of human bodies, he ended up seriously injured.

Wang Chun had run at least five hundred kilometers before slowing down and standing atop a small hill.

"I can recover here a bit. Fortunately, my constitution isn't bad; otherwise, I'd be in real trouble."

Wang Chun had never imagined that he would find himself in such a sorry state. He sat down, and the Ghost Patterns on his body gradually receded into his face.

Without the support of the Ghost Patterns' power, he felt his body being drained instantly, and his complexion turned extremely pale.

"Damn humans! Your ancestors invaded our planet, driving us underground. If it weren't for the exceptional abilities of one of our Ghost Clan ancestors, who made our Ghost Clan so powerful, we might never have seen the sunlight outside?"

At this moment, Wang Chun suddenly sighed. He vividly remembered the days they had lived underground before coming to the surface—days of hunger and frequent scenes of their brethren being killed.

The Ghost Clan's system was brutal; to cultivate powerful warriors, they encouraged Ghost Clan members to kill their own kind. It couldn't be an ambush; it had to be a direct kill.

Wang Chun had come from such days, and the situation had only changed after he became an eighth-order Ghost Clan member.

Only when they reached the eighth order did they become high-ranking members of the Ghost Clan.

As Wang Chun reminisced about the past, time seemed to slip away. Just as he was about to find a place to rest, a massive shadow blocked out the sky and descended upon him!

"Ah!!!"

Wang Chun cried out in pain, unable to move as his entire body lay prone on the ground.

"What... what is this thing?" Wang Chun was going crazy; he hadn't seen anything and was already pinned down.

He struggled with all his might, initiating super mode once again and using his trump card. His Ghost Patterns turned into a defensive shield, wrapping around him as he strained to lift his head.

But this time, even the usually unbeatable defensive shield failed, and his head was forced down again.

However, just before that happened, he saw what was pressing down on him—a giant shadow of a stick!

He couldn't fathom what this thing was and why it was suppressing him.

Little did he know that the giant shadow of the stick was the new Superweapon, the Oceanic Needle, used by Su Chen!

Su Chen himself hadn't anticipated this outcome after using the Oceanic Needle. Immediately after choosing to use it, a colossal shadow shot into the sky, appearing above Wang Chun almost in the blink of an eye and crashing down to pin him to the ground.

The reason it pinned him to the ground was simple: this small hill had been flattened by the Oceanic Needle's shadow!

It appeared that the Oceanic Needle not only restrained others but also possessed a formidable pressure-based form of damage.

According to the Superweapon's description, as long as this shadow persisted, the enemy would be unable to escape its suppression. However, the continued existence of the shadow would consume a large amount of Energy Points.

Su Chen could see that his Energy Points were rapidly decreasing at a rate of a thousand Energy Points per second.

"How spectacular," Su Chen couldn't help but marvel.

On the screen, a colossal shadow of a stick pierced into the sky and stood upright on the ground, exuding a majestic aura.

In that instant, some of the strong individuals on Yan Yun Star noticed a bright light in the distance. It was actually a stick?

They couldn't believe their eyes. How could there be such a long stick in the world?

Although the shadow of the stick didn't last long, the impact it had on these powerful individuals was still significant. They dispatched their subordinates to investigate what this stick shadow was all about.

Inside the Red Alert Base at this moment, Wang Chun, covered in wounds, lay prostrate in front of Su Chen. As he was being suppressed by the Oceanic Needle, he had no resistance and had been brought back.

"Wang Chun, you're not Ghost Clan's trump card, right? What's your name?" Su Chen asked.

"That's my name."

To Su Chen's slight surprise, he was surprisingly cooperative. This was quite rare.

"Why is your Ghost Patterns different from those of other Ghost Clan members?" Su Chen inquired.

"Are you interested in Ghost Patterns?" Wang Chun asked in return.

Bang!

Tanya fired a shot at Wang Chun, causing a bloody hole to appear on his body. Without Su Chen giving any orders, Tanya issued a warning.

Su Chen calmly said, "I don't like it when others ask me questions. Just answer them."

Wang Chun smirked and wore an ugly smile. "I didn't expect you to be a dictator. Well, I'll tell you. In fact, not all Ghost Patterns within the Ghost Clan are the same. They have subtle distinctions. Broadly speaking, Ghost Patterns can be divided into three types: ordinary, which most Ghost Clan members possess; elite, possessed by only a few Ghost Clan members and most eighth-order Ghost Clan members; and the third type, which I call special, possessed by very few, such as Ghost Masters, or me."

"What makes special Ghost Patterns different? Are they only capable of emitting light and creating shields?" Su Chen had only seen these two abilities so far, and while the light was not a problem, he was curious about the shield and why its appearance rendered his Psychic power ineffective.

"Just explaining it won't help you understand. I'll show you through actions."

In an instant, Wang Chun's body moved and appeared in front of Su Chen. His face bore a sinister grin as he lunged at Su Chen's neck.

"Commander!"

The three women were shocked; they hadn't expected Wang Chun's body to be able to move to this extent. It was their oversight. (To be continued...)

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