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Chapter 160 - 93: Mirror Space, Celestial Eye Alien Race
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Chapter 160: Chapter 93: Mirror Space, Celestial Eye Alien Race

Deep within a mountain range in the Tangula Abyss, a three-eyed youth arrived.

He took out a black box and tapped it. Space rippled and a fissure opened. The three-eyed youth then stepped into the fissure.

The world inside the fissure was a stark contrast to the one outside—a secluded paradise of singing birds and fragrant flowers.

A sacred hall stood in the distance. The three-eyed youth quickly approached it and knelt on one knee.

"Leader, we failed. The entire army of abominations was wiped out."

"You bastard!"

An enraged roar echoed from the hall, followed by a terrifying ripple of power that swept outward.

"PFFT—!"

The three-eyed youth was sent flying dozens of meters, slamming hard onto the ground and spitting out a mouthful of blood.

A three-eyed, middle-aged man then walked out of the hall.

His face was incredibly grim, and his gaze was ice-cold as he looked at the blood-spitting youth.

"Where is the abomination leader?" a cold voice rang out.

The three-eyed youth staggered to his feet and bowed. "To answer, Leader... he’s... dead too."

SWOOSH—!

The words had barely left his mouth when the middle-aged man instantly appeared before him. A terrifying aura erupted, compressing the very air.

The powerful aura crashed down on him like a mountain. As the heavy, oppressive feeling swept over him, the three-eyed youth’s face turned deathly pale.

"Leader, those... those humans were too strong. There... there was nothing I could do," the three-eyed youth stammered under the pressure.

The middle-aged man calmed down, retracting his aura. "How many humans died?"

"Not a single one," the three-eyed youth replied softly.

"Say that again?" The middle-aged man’s expression twisted as he stared at the youth.

"Not... a... single one... died." Beads of sweat streamed down the three-eyed youth’s forehead.

"WHAM!!"

The words had barely left his mouth when the three-eyed youth’s body flew out like a rubber ball, smashing viciously into the ground. He spat out another mouthful of blood, his head lolled to the side, and he passed out cold.

"Useless trash!"

The middle-aged man’s face was dark, his fists clenched tightly.

「Qu City—Central Hospital, Special Intensive Care Unit.」

Dongfang Yao lay motionless on the hospital bed as several specialists examined her.

To the side, Chen Yu and An Ran were waiting, along with Director Jiang from the Abyssal Administration Bureau.

All eyes were on Dongfang Yao, and no one spoke.

Director Jiang’s face was pale, and beads of sweat had unknowingly formed on his forehead.

As soon as the specialists finished their examination, Director Jiang stepped forward to ask.

"How is she?"

An elderly specialist spoke up, "Her life isn’t in danger. She’s just suffering from extreme exhaustion. She’ll recover with enough rest."

"Phew..."

Hearing this, Director Jiang let out a long sigh of relief. A great weight had been lifted from his shoulders.

Chen Yu and An Ran relaxed as well.

’As long as she’s okay.’

’It’s not a serious issue, as long as she can recover.’

"Her body is weak right now, and she needs to rest quietly. It would be best if you all left for now," a doctor said.

They glanced at Dongfang Yao on the bed, then followed the doctor out of the room.

Two large, powerfully built men stood guard at the door to the hospital room.

They had been posted there by Director Jiang.

Their job was to stand watch and prevent any incidents.

Once they were sure Dongfang Yao was okay, Chen Yu and An Ran left the hospital. They didn’t go far, arranging to stay in a house nearby.

From there, Chen Yu could use his Force Field perception to monitor the situation at the hospital at all times.

Chen Yu and An Ran settled into the house, while the Abyssal Administration Bureau agents departed.

Chen Yu and his team didn’t need to file a report; the Abyssal Administration Bureau agents could handle it.

Inside the house, An Ran sat wearily on the living room sofa and looked at Chen Yu.

"Brother Yu, is this mission considered complete?"

Chen Yu shook his head. "I don’t think so. This was just an unexpected incident. The mission won’t be complete until we track down the Alien Race."

"Brother Yu, do you think the Alien Race from the Tangula Abyss could be behind this Demon Beast tide?" An Ran asked.

Chen Yu said, "It’s possible, but there’s no evidence. It’s all just speculation."

"So, Brother Yu, are you still planning to enter the Tangula Abyss?" An Ran asked, her wide eyes fixed on him.

"We’ll talk about it after Dongfang Yao wakes up," Chen Yu replied.

Then he turned to An Ran. "You were injured too. Go get some rest."

An Ran didn’t argue. She nodded, got up, and headed into one of the rooms.

As An Ran disappeared into the bedroom, Chen Yu’s gaze shifted to the window.

Snow drifted through the air.

’So that’s the mysterious power inside Dongfang Yao. It’s really not to be underestimated...’

The memory of Dongfang Yao unleashing her ultimate move was still fresh in Chen Yu’s mind.

’To be able to heavily injure a level-eight Beast King... that’s seriously impressive.’

He figured the ability could still develop. Its future power would likely be even more terrifying.

The only problem was the immense cost.

It was just like his own Divine Will—the consequences were severe.

The slightest misstep could mean annihilation.

It could only be used as a trump card.

Chen Yu looked toward the hospital and thought with admiration, ’She’s a good teammate.’

A teammate like Dongfang Yao was invaluable.

And her power was solid!

’Without Dongfang Yao’s ultimate move, killing that Demon Beast King would have been far from easy.’

’Even if I had unleashed my Destructive Celestial Light, a kill would have been difficult.’

A level-eight alien beast was just ridiculously powerful.

And it was a Beast King on top of that.

’But this time, it was worth it.’

A single level-eight Demon Beast King had provided him with thirty million points of the Source of Life.

Thirty million points of the Source of Life. To be honest, that was more than he had expected.

This was the first time he had killed a level-eight alien beast.

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