"It's set wrong, this thing is like that, always prone to malfunctions."
Saying this.
She turned off the radio and knocked hard on the mechanical top casing, making a clanging sound.
When she turned it back on, the music finally returned to normal.
Sounds of flames, spatial tearing, and battle clashes kept emerging from the radio.
Baiyu was slightly startled.
This thing.
It was actually replaying the scene when they encountered the giant hand, simulating their voices, and exactly the same.
Just like playing the previous recording.
"Its function is to recreate events that occurred at this location.
The older the event, the harder it is to recreate.
But I already set the time just now, and it can recreate everything from when you encountered the giant hand."
Yao Shuimei explained to Baiyu and then closed her eyes, seemingly listening carefully to the events at that time.
Once the radio finished replaying, she opened her eyes, which were full of piercing light.
"It really is the Demon King, Qiu Yun was taken, but he shouldn't be in life-threatening danger."
"Since they dared to act like this."
"It proves that this otherworldly expedition has Demon King level combat strength following them. Otherwise, this kind of sky-tearing, cross-dimensional assault couldn't be executed."
Yao Shuimei was absolutely certain.
"Can't cross the dimensional layer?" Baiyu asked in return.
She nodded, "The Spirit Realm is an extremely unique world, with each dimensional layer's environment, rules, and elemental composition differing.
That's why there are places like the No Darkness Realm, Dark Realm, Wave Realm, and so on.
To cross dimensional layers in such a manner, except for truly Divine Tier beings, no one else can."
To truly reach Divine Tier.
That's to become a god...
Baiyu knew quite a bit about deities, but was not very clear about situations below divinity.
"What level is the Demon King?"
Baiyu continued to ask.
While tidying up the radio, Yao Shuimei said, "If calculated by human Martial Artist levels, they belong to Tier One experts.
Of course.
There might be pseudo Tier Ones."
Baiyu's heart skipped a beat, Tier One experts?
No wonder Qiu Yun couldn't resist at all, Tier One and Tier Two, their strengths are worlds apart.
However, there seems to be a difference between pseudo Tier One and Tier One.
These things are still too distant for Baiyu; understanding them now is not very useful.
Yao Shuimei set up at the scene for a while.
Baiyu waited by the jeep, knowing there was a powerful Martial Artist like Yao Shuimei nearby, even wild beasts and birds dared not come close, which was eerily quiet.
The seconds ticked by.
Just when Baiyu was about to fall asleep waiting, a sudden explosion erupted in the front.
A fierce gust of wind picked up around.
Baiyu turned his head to look, at the center of the previous incident, a beam of light rose into the air out of nowhere, emitting a scarlet glow.
Yao Shuimei stood beside it, her face full of excitement.
Clearly, this beam was of her doing.
Baiyu hadn't understood the situation in front yet, when Yao Shuimei dragged him to swiftly approach the side of the pillar of light.
A scorching heat surged.
Hot waves blew out in all directions; merely nearing the pillar made one feel as if hugging a massive furnace.
"What is this?"
Baiyu didn't ask her how she managed it, that wasn't important now; now, understanding this thing's function was more urgent.
From this brief contact.
He realized Yao Shuimei was definitely a crazy type of woman.
Who could be Director of the Anomaly Bureau, other than some abnormal person?
"A channel!"
A moment later, Baiyu got a brief and certain answer.
He didn't have time to ask further.
Yao Shuimei directly grabbed him and plunged into the light pillar.
...
It felt like lava flames were scorching every inch of skin; within the channel, Baiyu endured tremendous pain all over.
Yao Shuimei next to him evidently felt the same.
However, her Realm was way higher than his, possessing superior resistance and endurance to pain; even now, her eyes bore crazed and excited expressions.
Baiyu tried to break free from her grip, but her hand was like iron clamps, immovable.
"Damn it, where are you taking me?"
"To the Demon Race's main base, Demon City."
"What did you say?"
"Going to Demon City for a rescue mission, don't you want to go?"
"Damn it, let me go back!!"
Following an anguished cry.
Baiyu felt the burning sensation suddenly vanish, and he was rapidly descending, the sensation of intense freefall struck him.
This feeling of falling weightlessness didn't last long; his feet soon planted onto the ground.
He opened his eyes to look.
All around was cracked black earth, piled with strange black rocks, some big, some small.
The surrounding plant life was gray-black.
No leaves.
Just barren branches and trunks pointing to the sky, resembling monsters that died but didn't fall.
The sky was a faint blue.
No cloud cover.
Most striking was in the sky, the curved Black Moon hanging.
Baiyu's pupils contracted.
He found it difficult to breathe in this place, forced to use Blood Qi to stimulate his heart and lungs, enhancing his respiratory capacity.
"Is this Demon City?" Baiyu asked while panting.
Yao Shuimei nodded, stretching lazily, "This is Demon City; according to the Shelter's zone classification.
This is part of the Dark Realm, a region the Great City Shelter is responsible for."
Baiyu knew of the Great City.
It was an independent power, rumored to be a massive city, its City Lord a Tier One supreme expert.
The Great City collects wanderers from everywhere.
It has continuously grown over the years.
Even the East Prosperity Imperial doesn't want to provoke them.
"Dark Realm? I recall my hometown Linjiang City's Shelter is also in the Dark Realm," Baiyu suddenly remembered this matter.
Yao Shuimei indifferently said, "Very normal, the Dark Realm's expanse is vast, one of the top tier layers in the Spirit Realm.
However, the resources here are very scarce.
Whether biological resources or mineral resources, they're extremely rare, as you can see from the surroundings.
The Great City Shelter occupies the main entry point of the Dark Realm; the Demon Race has faced heavy defeats from them over the years, thus seeking breakthroughs elsewhere."
Regarding this scarcity of resources, Baiyu fully agreed.
And the Demon Race wanting to flee the Dark Realm.
Seems easy to understand too.
Given this environment, Canglan Star compared to the Dark Realm, it's like paradise versus hell.
This time, Yao Shuimei's target is Demon City.
Situated in the center of the Dark Realm, the Demon Race's capital, where their sanctuary also is.
Qiu Yun was taken by the Fourth Celestial Demon King, and the final place might be here.
Of course.
That's merely Yao Shuimei's speculation.
"So what if Qiu Yun is actually here, the Fourth Celestial Demon King is a Tier One expert, meeting them, we'll surely die."
Baiyu made one last effort.
This kind of deep infiltration, unprepared jailbreaking behavior was indistinguishable from suicide.
However.
Evidently, Yao Shuimei wouldn't be persuaded by Baiyu.
"They're Tier One, aren't I Tier One too? Even if we can't win, I can still evade with you, what are you afraid of?"
Yao Shuimei was confident.
You weren't saying that just a moment ago... Baiyu secretly grumbled in his heart.
But at this moment.
The arrow's been nocked; it must be released.
This time Baiyu truly suffered unwarranted disaster; initially bringing him was because of unfamiliar terrain.
Now, entering the Dark Realm with him is absolutely out of her twisted amusement.
"Let's go, this way."
After confirming the direction, Yao Shuimei led Baiyu toward the mass of barren trees.
Soon.
The pair entered a massive forest formed of barren trees.
The entire forest remained eerily silent and empty, with only various strangely shaped barren trees and peculiar rocks.
However.
After walking a while, Baiyu stopped in his tracks.
In the air ahead.
Floated clusters of wispy transparent black gas.
These gases had no fixed shape.
Floating midair, continuously rolling and transforming, with sharp screams echoing from within.
When Baiyu saw this thing, a familiar feeling surged in his mind.
Evil aura!
