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The crisp sound of chains clashing slid past his ears.

Su Changxing used his domain to confine Harris’s movements, pulled out his pistol, and squeezed the trigger repeatedly at his face.

More chains appeared in the sky, and the bullets were also bound and halted by the chains.

This is also a domain, known as the Imprisonment Domain.

[Imprisonment Domain: Limits the actions of all things within the domain, with no obvious weaknesses, only strong enough to break through.]

The effect displayed by the Imprisonment Domain is similar to Su Changxing’s Dusk Domain, both binding others, but the fundamental principle is entirely different.

Su Changxing’s domain focuses on manipulating time, aiming to slow down time.

Harris’s domain, on the other hand, uses chains to bind, achieving true imprisonment in the literal sense.

”It’s surprising that there are people as powerful as you in this world,” the little girl stood up from the ground, sneering, with blood still flowing from the hole in her abdomen, yet she seemed oblivious.

”Since that’s the case, I will crush you head-on and let you feel what despair is!”

As she spoke, the expression on her face gradually twisted, appearing as if her emotions had reached an extreme.

Based on Su Changxing’s observations, the emotions of powerful individuals often move toward extremes, either extremely indifferent or extremely rich in some aspects.

This seems to be an inherent flaw, unavoidable.

Power casts a radiation on the state of the spirit, and changes in the spirit affect the soul, and the soul reflects back onto the body.

Mysterious powers naturally warp the mind.

In Su Changxing’s understanding, the path of a wizard is the process of a human turning into a monster, with the so-called Wizard King being a monster in the true sense, only retaining a human mind.

Their bodies constantly mutate in the process, similar to how the new humans in the Zombie World undergo similar transformations.

Those new humans, taken to the extreme, are these wizards, as long as they can live long enough to reproduce over generations.

Harris’s domain is more complete and powerful than his, and if they went head-to-head, he’d definitely suffer a loss.

Su Changxing has experience with this, retracting his domain to prevent forced collisions, and then adapting to the rules of the opponent’s domain.

This is the only way he can defeat the opponent.

In the space interwoven with countless chains, it is pitch black and silent, with no view of the outside world.

Su Changxing was bound by layer upon layer of dark chains, unable to move or make any further actions, only able to watch the opponent helplessly.

”You’re quite interesting,” Harris remarked, not expecting Su Changxing to remain so calm and composed, whereas most people would likely be terrified when suppressed.

Su Changxing smiled and said calmly, ”In my understanding, the so-called domain is just the replacement of rules. Your domain’s rules do not kill people directly, so there’s nothing for me to fear.”

It’s the destructive domains like those of the White Mask that are truly terrifying.

At that moment, if not for the White Mask’s own power only being at Tier Seven, combined with Su Changxing’s strong self-healing ability, he might have died there.

The fact that Su Changxing cannot move doesn’t mean Harris can, either; even as the domain’s master, he must abide by its rules.

Aside from those like Su Changxing who obtain a domain directly from their position, domains are usually built bit by bit by their masters and are extremely suited to their fighting style.

Su Changxing also guessed Harris’s combat style; in a situation where neither party can move within the domain, he would employ prolonged spirit witchcraft.

Spirit witchcraft is precisely what Harris excels at.

Of course, others don’t know much about this, only those who have fought him, and very few have survived to talk about his domain.

In such a dark space, tormenting the opponent little by little with spirit witchcraft until they collapse and die — no matter how firm one’s will or strong one’s spiritual power, they will fall.

Being strong in spiritual power doesn’t necessarily mean victory, just as a physically strong person can lose a fight to a weaker one — it’s about technique, and it’s about experience.

Although Su Changxing’s spiritual power is strong, he’s not skilled at fighting with it. If not for the soul ring, he might have already lost earlier.

The soul ring enhances his spirit resistance to another level and grants him multiple consciousnesses, so even if part of his spiritual power is damaged, it doesn’t have a major impact on him.

His only offensive spiritual ability comes from the Dreamer, making people around him drowsy.

But this ability is rather useless, and he rarely uses it.

Then, he felt sharp pains in his mind again, wave after wave, incessantly.

In this situation, he could only defensively deal with it, with the soul ring making his spirit extremely stable, facing Harris’s attack like a sturdy shield.

Though Su Changxing appeared to be at a significant disadvantage presently, Harris needed to maintain the entire domain’s operation, consuming a great deal of energy.

She was unable to break through Su Changxing’s mental defenses in a short time, and if the situation reversed, she would be at an even greater disadvantage.

Meanwhile.

Zhou An also led a team along with a robot unit rushing over.

”Damn it! How are there so many puppets, and you didn’t discover them at the first opportunity?”

Zhou An couldn’t help but curse out loud.

A middle-aged man in camouflage beside him said with a calm face, ”People disappear in the city every day, but that’s a normal occurrence, so we didn’t notice.”

”Moreover, we don’t control all areas, nor do we have enough manpower.”

He is Xie Yun, commander of the Defensive Seventeenth Division, who was stationed here and took over administrative authority post-apocalypse.

Zhou An didn’t fixate too much on the issue; the current problem is finding a way to resolve this battle.

”Prepare for battle. Have your men cooperate with us. Not only are there those Flesh Puppets, but also no less than ten wizards.” He glanced at Xie Yun, giving a reminder.

This would likely be a tough battle, with a vast disparity in top-tier combat capability; in this city, aside from him, there are no other Tier Eight Extraordinaries.

And he certainly couldn’t take on ten wizards.

Their only advantage was their numbers.

Zhou An’s expression was grim; he’d anticipated his team eventually facing fierce battles, but not this soon.

Along with the Defense Corps, they numbered four to five thousand, arriving swiftly at the battlefield and dispersing around it.

Confronting these wizards, huddling together would undoubtedly be foolish.

Bullets and artillery-like rain fell; without matching abilities on the standard firearms, they had limited lethality against these Blood Puppets and wizards.

Over a hundred members of one team were equipped with the W100; they were Extraordinaries, aiming to find opportunities and deliver a fatal blow to the opposing wizards at critical moments.

It’s challenging to hit those wizards with such a laser cannon, but once it connects, it can destroy their bodies to the utmost extent.

The W100 is precisely prepared for them.

Zhou An stood in a building, not revealing himself at first; he needed to wait until these wizards dispersed before making his move.

At that moment, he could strike individually, maximizing his effectiveness.

He was confident that under cover, he could kill an ordinary wizard with a single attack.

The battle was on the brink, with a continuous stream of casualties from the beginning.

Those Flesh Puppets, after having their spirit extracted, became more rigid but were thick-skinned.

Several Flesh Puppets forcibly stopped an armored vehicle driving on the highway, one transforming its hands into iron, clawing and tearing open the vehicle.

Inside, the driver and several soldiers had their chests ripped open amidst their screams and died.

Then.

As a countdown voice echoed, the armored vehicle exploded from within, sending several Flesh Puppets flying as well.

The most troublesome, still, were those wizards.

Their witchcraft was bizarre and changeable, encompassing various factions, making it difficult to guard against.

An Extraordinary holding a W100, Huang Lei, saw the surrounding tendrils spreading, shouldered the W100 toward the wizard’s direction, and pulled the trigger.

The laser cannon scattered the tendrils, blasting the wizard away; although it didn’t hit completely, it still blew off one of the wizard’s arms.

Stabilizing his body rocking from the recoil, the next moment, he drew the bronze longsword from his waist and charged toward the wizard.

This sword was a mysterious item; any strike on a person would make them weak.

His speed was rapid, with a strong wind rustling past his ears, and in a flash, he reached the wizard’s front, but suddenly his body halted, followed by intense pain.

Looking down, he saw a green tendril piercing through his heart.

At that moment, the longsword was only half a meter away from the wizard.

He pushed forward forcefully but couldn’t move.

Blood dripped from his thumb, wetting the weeds on the ground.

His body trembled, seeing the smiling wizard right in front of him, wishing to say something; his mouth moved but no sound came out.

His skin quickly turned bluish-green and then rotted away.