"Buzz——buzz——buzz——"
The indescribable low-frequency sound waves echoed continuously in the enclosed space like a tsunami.
In an instant, it filled the entire floor, creating a strange resonance field.
This sound exceeded the limits of human hearing, directly affecting the cerebral cortex and internal organs.
Fang Cheng felt as if tens of thousands of screaming cicadas had been stuffed into his brain, and his sense of balance was instantly stripped away.
The scene before his eyes doubled, and his steps staggered involuntarily.
Fortunately, his spirit and agility attributes had long surpassed the limits of carbon-based organisms, and his body control had reached an unbelievable level.
In just the gap of a single breath, his spine gave a fierce shiver, forcibly dispelling the dizziness and steadying his form.
However.
The invisible barrier that surrounded him had completely closed in, locking him in the center like a trapped beast.
Ghost Scythe seized Fang Cheng’s brief mont of stiffness, the Evil Eye on his forehead flashing rapidly, its frequency reaching the extre.
A scorching heat rose along with the resonance frequency, finally breaking through the dangerous threshold.
"It’s now!"
Ghost Scythe’s eyes turned fierce, his face flushed a purplish-red, letting out a hysterical roar.
"Boom——"
In an instant, the activated twenty-first floor seed to transform into a sealed reactor.
Each section of the reinforced concrete released high-energy explosive waves comparable to a C1 bomb at that mont.
The originally sturdy building structure disintegrated instantly, transforming into a giant sh of light and heat covered in tens of thousands of high-explosive points, with the resolve to destroy everything, consuming Fang Cheng’s figure completely.
This was Ghost Scythe’s trump card forbidden technique—the "Infinite Explosion Beehive."
In this domain, the hundreds of Floating Thunder and pre-placed Clay Bombs were rely catalysts for ignition.
The true destructive power ca from the subsequent chain explosion reactions.
Once the barrier closed, the liquefied clay would continuously devour surrounding materials, converting them into a highly unstable explosive dium.
Infinite division, detonating one by one, layering over each other.
Until all materials within the domain were completely ignited, producing unimaginable energy.
Like a miniature reactor undergoing uncontrollable nuclear fission, or an absolutely sealed high-pressure furnace.
The explosive power generated in such an environnt was not rely a physical impact, but a destructive storm mixed with high-temperature plasma.
Its core temperature was enough to lt a heavy main battle tank completely in an instant, leaving not even a residue.
This dangerous and mighty ability had long rated its destructive power beyond the scope of an S-class power user.
One might say it reached the legendary threshold of a Super S-Class.
Of course, this was also a double-edged sword.
Sustaining such heaven-defying domain required a massive consumption of spiritual power.
Otherwise, it would be impossible to control the extrely violent energy turbulence.
Even an S-Class power user specializing in the spiritual realm could hardly maintain it for long, let alone the half-baked Ghost Scythe.
In less than a second.
Ghost Scythe felt as though his brain was being churned by a red-hot iron.
The blood-red vertical pupil on his forehead had already widened to the limit, the corners splitting, blood gushing out.
As if at any mont, it might explode and beco completely blind.
"Ahhhhh——"
The muscles on his face trembled violently, unable to suppress the earth-shattering power.
The sealed high-pressure furnace finally lost control.
Boom!!!!!!
The energy compressed to the extre found its outlet.
In an instant, it transford into a visible white shockwave, brutally tearing through all barriers of the upper and lower floors.
The terrifying airwave carried scorching tongues of fire, like a bursting dam, pouring out crazily in all directions.
Even Ghost Scythe, the controller, couldn’t completely avoid the impact, being flipped over by this terrifying backlash force.
His whole person flew out like a kite with a broken string through the damaged gap of the abandoned building.
He was about to plunge from a hundred ters high, crashing down into a bloody pulp.
At that critical mont, beneath the combat suit scalded and torn by high temperature, an anomaly occurred beneath Ghost Scythe.
Clusters of gray-white substance squird out, initially resembling pale bone shards shattered by the shockwave.
Upon closer inspection, they were highly active, specially-made clay.
As it turns out, his torso and limbs beneath the clothes were already wrapped in a layer of spare clay explosives.
At this mont, as if sensing its master’s peril, they quickly expanded and morphed.
A pair of broad gray-brown wings forcibly extended out behind him.
Simultaneously, several miniature nozzle jets opened at his foot and wing tips, continuously spitting out tails of blue and red intersecting flas.
That was propulsion generated by the high-frequency pulse detonation principle through rapid explosive reactions of tiny clay particles.
Ghost Scythe, the whole person, seed to have transford into a bizarre bird, carving a line in the air forcibly.
Subsequently, he hovered steadily in the night sky a hundred ters away from the abandoned building.
At this mont, that building was eting its doom.
Centered on the nineteenth floor, a raging fire dragon shot skyward, engulfing multiple floors in an instant.
Thick load-bearing steel bars were forcibly twisted and snapped by the imnse force, emitting a teeth-grating lant.
Nurous burning debris and massive concrete blocks fell from high, like rain, striking the ground and kicking up clouds of dust.
Thick smoke and soaring flas obscured everything, leaving no visibility of the scene inside.
Ghost Scythe looked down from above, surveying the trembling, burning steel-and-concrete giant in the darkness.
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