Chapter 95 - Annihilation of Yama
In a remote village nestled deep within the Plyburg Hills, over a hundred young men clad in black patrolled back and forth, guns in hand.
Without witnessing it firsthand, one would find it hard to believe that such a military base existed in Ubliasia.
Suddenly, the roar of engines filled the air as three armed helicopters advanced rapidly towards the village in formation.
“Enemy attack!”
“Run for it!”
“Get to the bunker!”
The armed young men were acutely aware of the helicopters' firepower and wasted no time sprinting for the safety of the bunker.
In an instant, laser cannons erupted, transforming the village into a chaotic battlefield.
One after another, the young men in black, unable to evade the onslaught, fell dead. Despite their training, they stood no chance against the relentless artillery fire.
Then, rockets rained down on the bunker, engulfing it in flames.
As the bunker burned, special forces soldiers swiftly rappelled down from above. They quickly sought out strategic positions from which to snipe.
These soldiers refrained from charging into the inferno, for their mission was solely to target the enemy from a distance.
Meanwhile, silhouettes dashed into the flames with astonishing speed.
“They're incredibly fast.”
“I can't lock onto the targets.”
“It's no wonder we were ordered to lay down such heavy fire.”
“Which elite unit do they belong to?” T/his chapter is updat/ed by nov(ê(l)biin.c/o/m
Amidst the chatter of the special forces, Ye Hao had already plunged into the blaze. Without hesitation, he activated his X-ray Vision.
In an instant, Ye Hao spotted dozens of assassins lurking behind makeshift cover.
“There are assassins behind these covers,” Yang Mo announced, scooping up a handful of pebbles and scattering them towards one of the covers. The pebbles split off in several directions, penetrating the cover.
Members of the Martial Arts Bureau who had accompanied Ye Hao glanced at him in astonishment.
They were clueless as to how Ye Hao had detected the assassins behind the covers.
However, they had been instructed by Shao Hua to follow Ye Hao's lead.
As they surged forward, they confirmed that assassins were indeed hiding behind each cover.
“I do.” Xiao Ming produced a golden rune paper from his pocket and instructed, “Place this rune paper on Tang Pianpian's forehead when she falls asleep tonight. The moment the Nightmare Incarnate emerges, it will be destroyed by this rune paper.”
“This won't harm Pianpian, will it?”
“Not at all. By the way, is this the only reason you wanted to see me?”
“I was wondering if you have any protective amulets?”
“I do.”
“I mean the kind that protects people?”
“My amulets are effective only against demons and spirits.”
“When can you create an amulet that protects against human threats?”
“The Keepers of Forbidden Lore don't craft such amulets.”
“Can't the Keepers of Forbidden Lore evolve with the times?”
“Cultivators shouldn't get too entangled with the mundane world.” Xiao Ming looked earnestly at Ye Hao. “Take my advice—if you keep going down this path, you'll eventually find it impossible to let go of your emotional ties.”
“Then I won't let go.”
“It's not that simple,” Xiao Ming sighed. “We cultivators remain unchanged for decades, even centuries, while the people you care about will age and pass away.”
“The standards for cultivation are incredibly stringent. I've noticed that Tang Pianpian lacks the aptitude for it.”
“Give me some time to think.”
With that, Xiao Ming drifted away.
Watching Xiao Ming's retreating figure, Ye Hao had to concede that his temperament was better suited for the path of cultivation.
He had stepped into the ordinary world but remained unshackled by sentiment.
Xiao Ming departed without a backward glance, free of any burdens.
But could Ye Hao do the same?
Lost in thought, Ye Hao remained motionless until he was jolted back to reality by the sound of a car horn.
“Ye Hao,” Tang Pianpian called from the rolled-down window, “what are you standing around for?”
“I'm just pondering over a few things,” Ye Hao remarked, opening the car door and sliding into the seat.
Tang Pianpian gazed at Ye Hao, noticing his furrowed brow, and a hint of compassion flickered in her eyes. “Is something bothering you?”
She wasn't scared of the dark or ghosts; her only fear was seeing Ye Hao upset.