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Chapter 372: Exit

"What is that?!" Looking at the boundless shadow overhead, these proud superhumans couldn't help but acknowledge their own insignificance before such an existence. Not even the most perceptive among them could discern the shadow's edges.

"An American sky-carrier?"

"Impossible! For something whose ends can't be seen in any direction to overcome gravity and ascend, the engine power would be unimaginable, unless they stumbled upon alien black technology; otherwise, it's not possible..." At this point, the speaker suddenly froze. He just remembered that this world had already seen the appearance of extraterrestrial visitors more than once. Alien black technology might not be a joke after all.

"Are they starting a world war?"

"Unlikely. As long as the Sea Race, our common enemy, isn't eliminated, the peace resolutions signed by our nations remain in effect. Do they believe killing a few avatars will shake our dominion over Huaxia?"

The shadow deepened ceaselessly, and the discussions grew more fervent. For a moment, the two main protagonists of the duel in the middle were forgotten. Their love, hate, and grievances seemed insignificant compared to the increasingly oppressive presence in the sky.

...

"Is this a trap laid by the Huaxia people, meant to net us all?" the former American President Joseph Lee asked. "But it couldn't be targeting our avatars, unless... they have the ability to use avatars to attack our main bodies!"

Having long considered the Huaxia Federation their primary hypothetical enemy, Joseph Lee's first reaction was to suspect a plot by the other side. Even his suspicion of the Sea Race was relegated to second place.

This was because, over the years, under Seres's leadership, the Sea Race had consistently pursued a strategy of biding their time and concealing their strength. Seres was instructing the Sea Race's core members to continuously absorb biotechnology from the alien Zerg civilization. Although it had recorded a vast amount of related knowledge, fully restoring it into tangible results still required a very long time. Consequently, at the high-level council meetings of the major powers, the only matters related to the Sea Race were periodic, routine suicide beast tides, and reports from meteorological and agricultural departments concerning climate issues and agricultural yield reductions caused by global warming.

"Heh heh heh, well then, let's watch these monkeys perform." The perpetually arrogant Teach once again showed his trademark smile, looking up at the sky with an eager-to-try expression.

"Could it be a new alien?" A middle-aged man who looked like a scientist gently pushed up the glasses on his nose.

"I don't care what it is. Fifty-First Research Institute, how much are you willing to pay for this new specimen?" As he spoke, Teach had already deemed the enemy in the sky his personal prize, and directly began haggling with the person behind him.

"Two V-X Third-Generations," the middle-aged man quoted impassively.

"My effort is only worth this little?" Feeling dissatisfied with the price, Teach directly threatened the other party. "You're not good enough; only he is qualified to deal fairly with me!"

"That guy dares to call himself a researcher?! He's nothing but a thief!" The middle-aged man immediately grew agitated when Teach mentioned "him."

Teach and the middle-aged man behind him shifted the topic to how Bai Mo's avatar had previously infiltrated the Fifty-First Research Institute, continuously stealing various experimental secrets as a high-level technician.

By leveraging the existence of his avatar, he had stolen a large number of classified documents from ongoing American research projects, which he then used for various derivative experiments and exchanges of interests. Teach, a figure carefully guarded against by a segment of the American population, was precisely one of the biggest buyers of these secrets.

This was precisely why he, despite appearing reckless, was able to uncover the tricks Lao Er had played—the advanced spy equipment had been compromised.

It wasn't until the avatar suddenly vanished more than a year ago that everything became clear, but the true culprit had disappeared without a trace.

As the overall supervisor of the research institute, the middle-aged man had been severely humiliated in his management duties and naturally harbored extreme hatred for Bai Mo.

"Do you dare to say that to his face?" Teach mocked the middle-aged man's loss of composure with a sarcastic smile. "Strength is the most powerful proof. For all those who disbelieve or defy, either make them shut up, or make them shut up forever!"

He deliberately emphasized the word "forever," then suddenly unleashed a terrifying aura, forcing the middle-aged man to stumble back several steps.

"Three. That's my bottom line," he conceded on the price, completely overwhelmed by the aura.

"Deal."

"If I had his power, I'd definitely do much better than him. He's just a lucky wizard who believes in mysticism, yet he insists on pretending to be a scientist..." The middle-aged man, having been fleeced, walked to a corner and muttered to himself. His words were filled with disdain for Bai Mo, but a discerning listener might also detect a hint of another emotion—perhaps envy?

"Trash is trash. They still don't understand that I only respect power." After devouring a pathetic creature that had been hiding everywhere, Teach gained the ability to read others' thoughts, a secret he had kept hidden all this time.

Teach merely chuckled at the middle-aged man's thoughts.

The oppressive might in the sky gradually intensified, causing the small creatures dwelling in the desert to lose even the courage to peek out, retreating one after another into the depths of their sand burrows.

However, the oppressive might present at the scene was still nothing to the avatars and projections of the various experts observing the battle. Each of their main bodies, if exerting their full power, could achieve the same effect.

Unfortunately, compared to the shadow's area of influence, the oppressive might of a single Five Tiers practitioner could only affect an area of a few kilometers around them, unlike the entity in the sky, which could cover vast stretches of the desert like a hurricane.

"That world that appeared over a year ago?!" The shadow's outline gradually became clearer, and soon someone recognized it: it greatly resembled the strange world that had appeared in Europe over a year ago.

"What? That world?! He's back?!" The Huaxia Federation's people felt a jolt in their hearts upon hearing a few from the European Union mention this.

Bai Mo's disappearance at that time had occurred precisely after the brief appearance of this unknown world, which compelled Huaxia's analysts to designate the Nine Netherworlds as a key subject for research and investigation.

However, because too little information was left behind, the only truly useful conjecture they could include in their reports was that, after eliminating the Crimson World's disciples, Bai Mo might have been recuperating in such a world.

"He didn't tell the truth; he came back half a year early!"

"Let's keep watching. This might not be the subspace he inhabits," someone insisted stubbornly.

"I'd rather it be aliens."

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"Time's up." A powerful fluctuation suddenly emanated from the shadow, spreading rapidly from the Tak Desert to the entire world. Everyone understood the meaning contained within the fluctuation the moment it reached them.