Fortunately, at the mont he stepped into the flas, Sun Hang had already cut off his sense of pain.
Blue flas rose from Sun Hang’s body surface, beginning to wildly devour the surrounding orange "flas"—but these "flas" were not strictly flas in the true sense but were more akin to energy-based spectral entities.
Their most significant characteristic was their high temperature, besides having the capabilities of cutting, tearing, and partial materialization.
However, they lacked self-awareness, and their sequence was incomplete, as mutilated as table legs hollowed out by termites... According to Dubhe Tower’s standards for defining spectral entities, these "flas" couldn’t be considered independent spectral entities, at most, they were rely "derivatives" of so larger spectral entity.
The number of derivatives was too large, making thorough eradication impossible... the only solution was to find the instigator who created these derivatives...
But the question was—why did Sun Hang need to clear out these derivatives?
He simply sat cross-legged amidst the "flas" and began to feast—since the substantial Tai Sui tentacles couldn’t absorb these energy derivatives, he switched to using the black dragon’s dragon fla; it’s like trying to remove grease stains from clothing with water, when switching the solvent to gasoline solves the problem.
The quality of energy derivatives as a main course couldn’t compare to a whole spectral entity, but they were more than enough as a dessert—of course, the most crucial aspect was still one thing: there was an abundant supply.
Feeling the slow growth of the "blue bar," Sun Hang simply closed his eyes and began to ditate.
He wasn’t in a rush to find the missing Ling Xiao and Jiang Yu... or in other words, being anxious was useless.
Unless the spectral entity projection in this layer of the inner world was resolved, the opponent wouldn’t let him enter the next layer.
Sun Hang had already maximized his absorption rate; the blue dragon flas expanded to hundreds of tis his body size, continuously swallowing the surrounding energy derivatives, and then brutally "digesting" them, converting them into Sun Hang’s own power.
The nearby energy derivatives had been almost entirely scavenged, and the dragon fla once again increased in size... However, just as the dragon fla lunged at more distant energy derivatives, all the energy derivatives within the scene began to contract, gather, and finally, concentrate on a figure standing on a rooftop.
The figure was as gaunt as a dried corpse, wearing armor ford from the energy derivatives—after nurous compressions and eventual materialization, the armor’s material appeared as dazzling as flowing gold, reaching a point where looking directly at it would even burn one’s eyes.
"This flashy golden outfit sure is showy." Sun Hang remarked in a low voice.
The figure didn’t waste any words with Sun Hang and directly leaped down from the high place, diving headfirst into the dark blue dragon fla.
The dragon fla could still absorb the energy derivatives that ford the armor, but the absorption efficiency hadn’t increased; for this armor that gathered all the energy derivatives of this inner world layer, such loss was insignificant.
The figure did not pounce towards Sun Hang, but landed five or six ters away from him.
It stood up, fixing its hollow eye sockets firmly on Sun Hang.
The golden energy armor ford a human body, but this body had been burned into a charred state, with its empty eye sockets lacking eyeballs and only containing endless deep darkness.
"Hello." Sun Hang greeted the figure.
"She’s not good, not good at all." Anna’s voice echoed in Sun Hang’s ear.
"Why?"
"Because she realized that with the characteristics of this layer of the inner world, she doesn’t seem to have any way of dealing with you," Anna said.
"The characteristics of the inner world? Do you an these fla-like energy derivatives?" Sun Hang was curious, "Is this layer of the inner world of the fire attribute? So could the next layer be of the water attribute? A No. 105 Factory subrged underwater?"
"Just like those multi-storyline, multi-ending video gas, each layer of the inner world is an ’if’ line, and this layer depicts a No. 105 Factory consud by fire. The spectral entity’s projection abilities in this layer of the inner world involve manipulating these...’flas’."
"You’ve recently taken to playing video gas, huh? This free ti?" Sun Hang expressed interest in Anna’s analogy.
Based on the construction and sealing tiline of the Naless Island Research Institute, Anna couldn’t have possibly been exposed to video gas before being released by him.
"Not at all." Anna’s answer left Sun Hang a bit disappointed, "Don’t forget, I possess many people’s souls, emotions, and mories, which allow to understand everything about human society today... I even know the maintenance techniques for several new military transport aircraft models."
During the Lizhou City incident, among the list of casualties was a military ground crew stationed at Panlong Airport, so Sun Hang didn’t think Anna was joking with him.
"Then how about I introduce you to a job? Repairing aircraft seems more promising than being a spectral entity." Sun Hang joked idly with Anna while slowly approaching the "charred corpse" staring at him.
When they were only half a ter apart, the "charred corpse" suddenly raised its right hand, thrusting two fingers straight at Sun Hang’s eyes!
The next second, her fingers were broken by Sun Hang.
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