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179: Is this correct?However, a moment later, a smile began to form on his lips, his voice laced with disdain:

”I thought you had some trump card hidden, but this is all?”

But before the smile could fully spread, a sense of unease suddenly welled up in Ling Feitian’s heart.

His spear had clearly pierced the opponent, yet the figure remained standing, and his weapon felt as if it had passed through thin air.

Pushing harder, the spearhead continued to slide forward without any resistance, as if striking a nonexistent entity.

Wait… could it be…

Upon realizing a possibility, Ling Feitian didn’t hesitate, immediately conjuring dozens of attacks and launching them at the figure once more.

As a result, those attacks once again passed through the target’s body without causing any ripple.

Seeing this scene, Ling Feitian’s face instantly darkened.

These attacks varied in strength, with the weakest having 20 levels of power, and the strongest even comparable to his previous strike.

Yet, all of them were like striking an illusion, not even stirring a single ripple.

This meant—the fellow in front of him wasn’t the real body at all, just a projection!

”Damn it, white-haired bastard, do you really think you can escape?”

Muttering curses, Ling Feitian once again pulled up the system interface, only to find that the red dot he had originally locked onto had vanished.

In other words, that white-haired bastard had actually shaken off his tracking!

He had spent a full 10,000 Fantasy Energy Points on that tracking marker, and it could still be shaken off!

Ling Feitian gnashed his teeth, but his movements were decisive, and he immediately spent another 100,000 newly arrived Fantasy Energy to restart the tracking system.

This time, it worked. The familiar red dot lit up on the map again.

Moreover, the location showed that the target was speeding towards the exit of the abyss.

Seeing this, Ling Feitian curled his lips into a cold sneer:

”Want to run? No chance.”

With that, he immediately activated Phantom Steps, his figure moving like a ghost through the abyss, each step covering hundreds of meters.

He stared intently at the rapidly moving red dot on the map, a hint of confidence flashing in his eyes:

”Let’s see where you can escape to!”

With his level 80 strength chasing a guy who was only in his thirties, it was simply a cat-and-mouse game.

But just as he was about to approach the exit, the system panel suddenly flickered, followed by two warning messages popping up:

”Warning: Target signal abnormal!”

”Tracking failed!”

”What?!” Ling Feitian abruptly stopped, his pupils suddenly constricting.

The red dot on the map… had vanished into thin air!

”How is this possible?!”

He roared, frantically refreshing the system panel, his voice tinged with exasperation.

”I just spent 100,000 tracking points! How could I lose the target again?!”

Unfortunately, no matter how he operated it, the screen consistently displayed that merciless prompt:

”Target has escaped lock-on.”

”This is really infuriating…”

Ling Feitian gnashed his teeth, his fists clenched so tightly they creaked, the anger in his eyes practically capable of burning through the screen.

He was now a mighty level 80 expert, and by all accounts, he should have long since crushed that white-haired brat into dust, yet the opponent had still managed to escape.

”System! Quickly analyze what wicked method he used!”

He practically bit out the words.

”Detecting…”

”Unable to identify reason. Host, please invest 100 million Fantasy Energy to continue analysis.”

Seeing this astronomical figure, Ling Feitian almost popped his eyeballs out.

”Are you robbing me? One hundred million? Where am I supposed to get that much energy for you?”

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Just as Ling Feitian was fuming—

On the other side, Wen Tian Sword Master had just used some secret technique to shake off that annoying fellow, and then forcibly consumed a wave of his consciousness power to completely get rid of the tracking.

In his current state, let alone grinding monsters in the abyss, he probably couldn’t even defeat a chicken. He could only return to recuperate for a while before doing anything else.

But just as he was preparing to retreat, an even stronger tracking fluctuation suddenly locked onto him.

Wen Tian Sword Master’s heart sank, and his face instantly darkened.

”That ant? How can he always find me? Isn’t he annoying!”

He knew in his heart that if the opponent could lock onto him twice in a row, it meant there would definitely be a third and fourth time.

If he had to rely on his soul will power to forcibly erase it every time, he would eventually be exhausted to death.

There was no other way, he had to take a gamble.

He gritted his teeth, directly spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, and unhesitatingly used his True Spirit power.

In fact, ever since the last explosion, his True Spirit had been shattered beyond recognition. Although it had recovered a little recently, it was merely a drop in the bucket.

But even so, this True Spirit still retained the essence of his original realm’s power.

Thinking of this, a hint of determination flashed in Wen Tian Sword Master’s eyes. He unhesitatingly used his True Spirit power, forcibly wiping away that tracking divine sense completely.

But the cost was not small—some of his insights in the way of the sword, and even his entire cultivation path, were directly uprooted, as if a large chunk had been forcibly torn from his memory.

Ultimately, his ability to employ those profound techniques relied on the support of this powerful True Spirit.

Now, to clear the tracking, his True Spirit had become incomplete, and many of the ultimate skills he had mastered in his previous life could no longer be used.

Thinking of this, Wen Tian Sword Master’s gaze grew even colder, as if it could form ice shards.

”That damned brat, if I ever meet you again, I’ll pull out your soul and turn it into a long-burning lamp, burning you for ten thousand years without extinguishing!”

Cursing in his heart, he stepped out of the gloomy abyss passage.

When the long-lost sunlight fell on his face, he finally breathed a slight sigh of relief.

According to Red Hair’s memory, the order in this world was unbelievably well-maintained.

Even if you walked around the streets with a pile of treasures, no one would dare to rob you.

Let alone casually killing people, that was an absolutely forbidden act.

However, even so, Wen Tian Sword Master had no intention of relaxing his guard.

He scanned his surroundings and noticed that the passersby’s gazes were not of killing intent or greed, but rather pity and concern.

To be honest, this scene left him a bit bewildered.

In his world, someone like him, covered in blood and emerging from a battleground, would always be met with covetous gazes. Where was this kind of gentle crowd?

While he was wondering, several uniformed police officers suddenly rushed over and surrounded him.

”Stop! Don’t move!”

Wen Tian Sword Master raised an eyebrow, instinctively wanting to draw his sword to respond, only to remember that in the previous battle, the Wen Tian Sword had already shattered into pieces.

He suppressed the anger in his heart and coldly stared at this group of uniformed ”constables.”

”Sir, you are seriously injured. Please accept treatment immediately.”

The female officer’s face instantly changed when she saw the terrifying penetrating wound on his chest, and she immediately called for support via her walkie-talkie:

”Requesting medical assistance, someone is severely injured at the abyss exit!”

Wen Tian Sword Master frowned slightly.

He recognized the identities of these people from Red Hair’s memory; they were law enforcement officers responsible for maintaining order.

But what he hadn’t expected was that these people’s eyes truly held only worry and concern, without a trace of wanting to take advantage of the chaos.

This… was this right?