The Undying Transmigrator

Chapter 43: Ascending to Level 3

The space for evasion was limited, and the enemy’s attack flexibility had increased severalfold. Even Mo Wen wasn’t sure how to withstand this move.

From the highest point of this mortal divine kingdom, a radiant light that cleansed the world’s filth unleashed destruction upon the mortal realm.

The sky was swallowed by the ultimate brilliance, and anyone looking up had their eyes pierced with unbearable pain.

That light condensed in the air, expanding and distorting everything around it. However, what surprised Mo Wen was that it never fell, and Invisible showed no sign of surprise either.

Was this a unique new move of his, or did his warrior’s discipline keep him from showing any emotion that could affect the battle?

But whether it was death perception or psychic precognition, both confirmed that this move had lost its threat.

Mo Wen didn’t dwell on the reason. He chose to seize the opportunity and charged toward the “Angel” legion guiding the light in the sky.

The spiritual corpse augmentation transformed his will to fly upward into a distortion of the world, fighting against gravity and continuously accelerating.

The “Angels” who had tangled with him earlier were almost wiped out. They could not stop Mo Wen’s slaughter of the “Angels” directing the light.

Swinging the Dragon Blade, a single strike cut down all the “Angels” within a thousand meters. Golden blood fell like rain, warming the surroundings.Several of them twisted their heads, using the same faces and voices to try to stop Mo Wen: “Stop! If you destroy the guidance, the uncontrollable light will kill everyone in the world.”

In battle, how many people actually tell the truth? Mo Wen was not fooled by such simple rhetoric.

The killing continued, death spread, until the motionless “Angel” legion was completely wiped out. The light in the sky did not fall.

The “Angel” legion was slaughtered. The agent Invisible seemed still alive, but he could no longer stop Mo Wen for the time being.

Mo Wen launched another slash toward the pitch-black rifts splitting the battlefield. This strike formed a loop and simultaneously broke the isolation between multiple battle zones.

He could see the psychics who had followed him here were either defeated, still struggling, or declaring victory.

Many were people Mo Wen did not recognize, their bodies utterly destroyed, while others were still draining their life force.

There was no heroic grandeur or tragic lament, no clinging or hesitation in the face of powerful enemies. They had judged the value of life and the battle situation, then decisively exerted their utmost worth.

Tianya knelt on the golden waves, his melted eyes overflowing with light, but he still stared at the sky, firmly extending his hand.

Mo Wen finally understood why the photon blast hadn’t fallen earlier: because someone noticed the attack in the sky and chose to use their life to stop it.

That strike might have been enough to ignore isolation and affect the entire battlefield directly. Others might have also called upon the light wheel, unleashing photon blasts repeatedly, but ultimately none had any effect.

This was psychic energy that usually only affected senses, but this time it truly made the distance to Tianya vanish.

Unfortunately, Tianya and other desperate psychics were already beyond saving.

Mo Wen’s speed was faster than theirs—fast enough to see the grimaces and pain on their faces clearly, to understand how uncontrollable psychic energy was killing them, to feel their determination to face death—but no matter how fast, he could not stop the ongoing deaths.

The uncontrollable psychic energy surged out of that shell. The human form was completely destroyed, but the psychic effect persisted. No matter how violently the light in the sky raged, it could not fall.

At the same time, many blockers were also restrained by other psychics.

They were either deprived of their senses, trapped in illusions, or directly unable to move.

Psychic power used at the cost of life robbed these blockers of the ability to kill others.

But the blockers’ vigorous vitality made it difficult for them to die even when besieged.

Fortunately, those responsible for attacking did not immediately risk their lives, gambling everything. Mo Wen could move ahead of them, reducing casualties on his side by granting death to the enemy first.

Kill!

Those restrained blockers struggled until death but were powerless.

They all died.

Their golden blood fell. The power they stole from Zero did not vanish without a trace; instead, the light of this mortal divine kingdom grew even more intense.

If he had come alone, Mo Wen didn’t know what chance he had of breaking through these layers of obstruction.

If other psychics hadn’t exhausted their lives to forcibly restrain them and he had faced the blockers head-on alone, how much would his augmentation’s stability have dropped? After killing them all, how much longer could he fight?

Mo Wen surveyed the battlefield.

Tianya was dead. The psychics from Dreamweaver Entertainment and other psychics from around the world were mostly dead as well.

In such a battle, there was almost no room for injury. Either one could withstand the opponent’s damage and rapidly heal, treating wounds as nothing, or be killed instantly.

Those still alive showed no sorrow or excessive words. They stood straight, gazing toward distant targets.

Pure resolve filled them entirely. Only after victory would the winners have the right to grieve.

At that moment, Ren Sisi’s voice sounded in Mo Wen’s mind: “Well done. The interference has dropped to an acceptable level. Support is on the way. I’m trying to connect to the psychic network of this special space.”

“Hopefully, we can also use the flowing power here.”

Another Ren Sisi’s voice followed closely in Mo Wen’s mind: “Where am I? What happened to me? I… Oh, sorry, there was a small problem, but it’s nothing serious.”

Mo Wen had already noticed the anomaly. He guessed that Ren Sisi might have died but, as an excellent hacker, left a personality model behind. Using a special method, she preserved her psychic energy to continue fighting, pretending she wasn’t dead to avoid worrying others.

Unexpectedly, in this mortal divine kingdom, the personality model and the dead Ren Sisi could encounter each other.

How would they regard each other?

But no matter the situation, it couldn’t affect their most important current goal. This was not the time to consider which was “me.”

Mo Wen shouted to the psychics: “Advance with me!”

With that, he led the charge toward the stairs ascending to the divine throne ahead.

Behind him, the psychics who had followed him sped forward. The steel giant urgently teleported here followed closely, stepping forward alongside a composite formed by many high-level psychics from various companies.

More reinforcements had already locked coordinates, with various cross-dimensional strikes ready to arrive at any moment.

No supporter mentioned that the flow of time in the mortal divine kingdom differed from the outside world. Outside, the Corporation’s supporters were fighting fiercely against the remaining forces of companies deciding to resist. At some point, support might cease due to total annihilation in the rear.

Such matters were only brought up near total annihilation to ensure they were factored into battle strategy, not to add pressure now.

Those who had come here had already done their best and fastest.